Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-08-22

the dark clouds VIII roll away, ant
the thunder muttering will be heart
at a distance. The sunlight vii
gild, first, the distant mountain
peaks, then spread down the sides
and soon hill and dale will be flood
ed with glory, and your whole world
will stand clothed in beauty as with
garment!
On this particular Friday evening
the glorifcation and beauty were
quite wide spread, and the meeting
with Polite, being of the "protract
ed" kind, didn't close until late.-
Observe, now, by what far-off work
ing and strange conjunction of cir
cumstances trauspire the incidents
in our daily lives. In the neighbor-
ing town of Birman, Barnaby Barnes
had, this spring, been elected con
stable. The position of constable
may not be an exalted one, but to
the office loving animal of these
United States, it is significant as
first step. Barnaby saw offices,
stretching away before him like a
double column of shrymes leading
up to Theban temple-the temple
in this case being one with dome,
where not Isis and Osiris, but Shy
lock and Jezebel are w0rshipped.
Barnaby was bound to discharge a
cOnstables duties with a zeal and
self-abnegation that would be an
example to the Washington idOla-
tors, and that should insure him
the next gift in the hands of the
people. Friday afternoon lot OF
jewelry had been burglariously alb
stracted from shop in Birmam, and
Barnaby started in hot pursuit of
the burglar. He apprehended him
on the out skirts of Duisane, and
started back triumphant. He stop
ed at the halfway house for rest and
refreshment, especially the latter,
and there, by some subtility of de-
vice, his man escaped him. Cha
grined, he took up the pursuit again.
A pretty race the burglar lead him,
but all through by-ways and hedges
it tended towards Duisane. It was
fifteen minutes past two, and the
brightest moonlight when the fugi-
tive, throat heavily muffled, turned
into Plum street. 1t was fifteen and
one half minutes past two when III
tus, throat heavily muffled emerged
from Pollie's gate, and mindful of
the injuriousness of evening air, ran
from home. A hand was laid on
his shoulder, and he was suddenly
brought backwards.
"Here you are again, old fellow"
cried Barnaby.
Thoughts of inquistoral officers,
dungeons and rack, flashed across
Titus mind he demanded an ex.
PLANTATION. Barnaby refused the ex.
planation. Titus protested that he
was an innocent man, who had been
making an evening call. Barnaby
couldn't see the force of evening
calls at two o'clock in the morning.
"Here's a light in DIR. Curtis office.
Speak to him; he knows me-" said
Titus, desperately.
"Ready to do anything to bleege,"
responded Barnaby.
DR.. Curt calming down his nerves
before retiring with some beautiful
little experiments on fungus tissues,
was startled by the apparition of
Barnaby's face pressed close and
white against the window pane.
"Pve chap here as has stole a
lot of watches from the joolry shop
in Birmam, and he wants to know
if he isn't your parson," Mr.. Tuttle.
"Tuttlew snapped the doctor,
"Tuttle's sick a bed, and won't be
out these three days."
"Doctor," croaked Titus. But
Titus was hoarse and the doctor
preoccupied, and Barnaby took firm
er grip upon the clerical coat collar.
From an upper window a female
voice inquired what was wanted.
81 want Bates to help me put
this 'ere burglar in the lookup" re.
sponded Barnaby.
"Bates is gone, and won't be back
till tomorrow night"
"Mrs. Bates" feebly whispered
Titus.
A heavy iron key dropped Oh the
grass, and with the falling of the |
window fell Titus hopes. Then he
tried threats, entreaties, expostula-
tions, offered Barnaby money. Bar.
naby loved money, but he loved of.
fee and money better, and had he