The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-11

America as a waiter on a. British ship, and finds a job a forester on the estate of Jonathan K. Nc Guire; goes to his job in BurHng- ton County and asks a girl he sees at the station the way to Black Rock. his destination. She asks him what kind of a job he is going to have. and he says he supposes he will have to look after the preserve.
 AND HERE TT CONTINUES. 'fH-m. Preserve! Sorry. MT. what's your name
 Peter ho1s-'' put in Peter promptly.
 Well, Mr. Peter Mich ols, all I have hard time"
 ''Yes, I'm against itr' translated Peter confidently.
 The girl stopped in the middle of the road put her hands on her hips and laughted up at the purpling sky. Her laugh was much like her singing if angels in Paradise laugh (and why shouldn't they?) Then while he wondered what was so amusing she looked up at him.
 ''Up against 1t, you mean. You're English, aren't you?''
 "Er-yes-I aLrn.''
 "I thought so. There was one of you in the glass factory. He always muffed the easy ones:-'
 "Oh, you work in a glass factory?'' Winters. Manufacturfn' whisky and beer bottles. Now we're goin' dry they'll be making pop and nursin' bottles. I guess"
 Do you help in the factory"
 'Yes, and in the office. can shorthand and type a little.''
 'You must be glad when a summer comes,"
 "I am. In winter I can't turn around without brea,kin' something. They dock you for that
 And that's why you sing when you can't break anythin'?' ?''
 T suppose so. I like the open. It isn't right to be cooped up."
 They were getting along beautifully and Peter was even beginning to for get the weight of his heavy bag. She was a quaint creature and quite as unconscious of him as though he hadn't existed. He was just some body to talk to. Peter ventured.
 "E-r would you mind telling me your name?"
 She looked at him and laughed friendly.
 You must have swallowed a cate chism, MT. Nichols. But everybody in Black Rock knows everybody else more'n they want to, I guess. There's no reason I shouldn't tell you. l don't mind you knowin'. My name is Beth Cameron"
 "Beth-?''
 ''Yes. Bess-the minister had a lisp"
 Peter didn't lack a sense of humor Funny, isn't t?" she queried with a smile as he laughed, "bein' tied up for life to a name like that just be- cause the parson couldn't talk straight"
 "Beth." he repeated. ''but I like it. It's like you. I hope you'u let me come to see you when I get set tied"
 ''H-m." she said quizzica1ly You don't believe in wastin' your time, do your" And then. after a brief pause. You know they call us Pineys back here in the barrens. but just the same we think a lot of ourselves and we're a little offish with city folks. You cant be too particular owadays about the kind of people you go with Peter stared at her and grinned, his sense of the situation more keenly touched than she could be aware of. Particular, you are? I'm glad of that. All the more credit to me If you'n be my friend"
 T didn't say I was your friend"
 
 l know something about singing. I've studied music. Perhaps I could help you.''
 You! You've studied? Lord of LoveI ou're not lyin', are you?'' He Iaughhed. 'sNo. I'm not lying. I was educated to be a musician.
 She stared at him now with a new look in her eyes but said nothing sc Peter spoke gain.
 rn thought of studying singing?''
 oh, yes" she said slowly at last "I've thought of it, Just as I've though of goin' in the movies and maxim a million dollars. Lots of good thinkin does."
 You've thought of the movies?"
 'Yes, once. A girl went from the She visited back here last winter. didn't like what it did to her"
 "Oh!' Peter was silent for while, aware of the pellucid meaning of her '1t-'' He was learning quite as much from what she didn't say as from what she did. But he evade6 the line of thought suggested
 You do get tired of Black RocI then?"
 T would if had time I'm brett, busy all day. and-see here-Mr.- er-Nichols If I asked as man. questions as you do. I'd know a much as Daniel Webster"
 I'm sorry" said Peter. 1T be. your pardon
 They walked on in silence for a few moments, Peter puzz1ing his brail over the extraordinary creature tha chance. had thrown in his way. H could sec that she was quite capabl of loking out for herself and that i her smattering of sophistication haI opened her eyes, it hadn't mucl harmed her.
 He really wanted to ask her man, more questions. but to tell the trutl he was a little in awe of her dr humor which had a kind of primitiv ornniscience and of her laughte which he was now sure was more al than with, him But he had. in spit <aE ac,x- .-r iraffa