The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-03
CHAPTER XII. The Wonan'S Privilege.

Milly billy tried to get whisky down the willow-ware mans throat but it ran out the corner of his mouth and she mopped his Chin and throat with her handkerchief, and sent the clean-upper boy for doctor.
 Bring him quick she said, and don't say anything to anyone about him. Hurry, Jim, please!'
 Jim stopped at the door.
 q didn't mean to do it," he blub- bered ''I was to be chapperone."
 ''Hurry!' cried Mf1ly. but she smiled as the clean-upper's boots rattled down the stairs, and she hugged the white-faced head gainst her breast.
 He had sent for a chaperone-the goose! And she had just forced her self into this house, too. Well, she would look after him now, and she would be properly chanperoned.
 So when the physician finally ar rived, she hurried Jim to her house with a note which brought Mrs Holmes to her assistance. The three of them took orders from the doctor and he soon located small cal1ber bullet somewhere in proximity to seV- eraI vital parts and had it out in Jim's curious hand before you coulo say. Jack Robinson"
 He was a pleasant, as well as skill ful, surgeon, and called the wound scratch, and pooh-poohed at com
 pl:cations and said all the patient would need was the careful nursing or Mil1y billy, supplemented, of course by Mrs. Holmes and the clean-upper boy.
 When he went away, Battling Lewis the willow-ware man, was soundly asleep, instead of being unconscious from loss of blood or anesthetics, as he ha rnsst nf the time since they lifted him to the couch.
 Milly billy had hoped for word or two from him, but he went from one condition of insensibilfty to the next without comment. She sat by his side the rest of the night, occa- sionally touching his face gently with her fingers, while Mrs. Holmes read the Sunday supplement of the Sent1nel on the lighted side of the table, while Jim slept before the open face stove
 on the floor.
 There was one story in that supple ment which caused Mrs. Holmes to cast her eyes Milly Dilly's way time and again. It was the tale of the Sen- tinePs candidate for mayor Of the city, the author of Mountain Trails,
 and it was illustrated by half tone graphs.
 The largest in the center of the page bore the caption, Poet Bolton Angles for Trout and showed man who bore some resemblance to the invalid on the couch, garbed in khaki standing in @ stream with bent rod in hand; and on the farther bank sat a. girl with excited eyes watching the struggle.
 had seen that picture without any suspicion of the identity of the girl, but rsHolmes was either more ob- servant or knew the clothes better. She knit her brows in perplexIty, and waited opportunity to ask questions. It was long past sun-up when the wiIlow-ware man regained sensibfl1ty.
 He opened his eyes and said: Where am r? Still dreaming?' quite pretti1y as though he thought he had conned it in his sleep; and Milly billy said. Hush, You mustn't talk" and g1anc- ed b1ushingly at Mrs. Holmes. That lady came at once to the
 bedside. and did what was necessary with a thermometer, finding it so nearly at normal that she guessed he would do, and went home for break
 fast and to get some things MilK billy would need if she insisted on their staying their, which MiAy billy did.
 That left Mil1y billy and the willow ware man to be cf1aperoned by the clean-upper boy, who still slept frl front of the stove. Milly billy gave her invalid a dose of the medicine which the doctor had left, fixed his pillow comfortable, then sat down and let him take her hand. You are not to talk at all," she said, as he brought her hand to his | lips.
 Just three words" he pleaded. ''NOi" she cried
 | q love you" he whispered dogged- ly.
 That's every word you can say! 1 There!" She put her lips down be- side her hand which was half cover ing his mouth. covering the other half of his mouth. The doctor said he mustn't be allowed to excite himself by talk, and Milly billy was an obed- tent nurse.
 Not another word,'' she repeated, holding his lips closed with her fling CTS, ''I shall talk, and you listen, I do love you-oh, very, very much love
 youi And I am glad you are a pugilist.
 Just at first I wasn't, perhaps, but
 now I love all prize-fighters because you are one, and brave and strong. I'd rather have you than almost any thing else, especially a politician" He again tried to speak. but she held his lips firmly tight. q hate | polit:cians,' she continued rapidly, to keep him from wanting to speak. They're the only people or things 1 in all the world I hate-poIitics and politicians. So all the hate that I have is for them-every politician except daddy and Uncle Johnny" His eyes were looking at her in pained astonishment. He tried again | to speak and would have spoken had not Jimmy shaken off sleep and | scrambled noisily to his feet Flows he now?" Jim asked quick | ly.
 Much better" declared Milly billy. "But he mustn't be disturbed, or ask 1 ed questions"
 1 'I just want to tell him didn't go for to shoot him. insisted Jimmy. He understands that. How did you | manage to do It ?''
 Well, he telephones me to come up to his house and be chaper-oon,