Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-06

which put on to look at that internal pie ture, would have lost my eyes, sure. They didn't find me an easy prey if l was un- armed, '" said the gambler, with significant nod; "but l thought the villain had killed me The powder burned me right here," touching his forehead just between the eyes 'I put up my hand and found that my face was covered with blood, and supposed that the bullet had gone into my head.
 My first thought was to get out of the place, and on my way down stairs I won- dered in a vague way how soon I would be- gin to lose consciousness, and how long a man could live with bullet in his brain I tell you man can do heap of thinking in a little while when he thinks be has through ticket on the lightning express to place he isn't exactly sure about. I thought of all the things had ever done in my life, and tried to strike a sort of balance, for I've tried to do good turn now and then; but, above all, I wanted to get home and see my wife and children once more. I suppose I ought to be very thankful that I got out alive, but"-clinching his hands in forcible down ward gesture-''it makes me so mad to think that fellow got away"
 While the wounded faro king was telling his story his wife and daughters hovered tenderly about him, changing the bandages upon his head and wetting the powder burns with cooling lotions.
 The entrance of Abe Hummel, Mr. Daly's counsel, called the interesting patient out of the room.
 Mrs. Daly, attired in an elegant tea gown of blue satin, trimmed with bands of Per sian embroidery, received her guests very pleasantly. She looked pale and worn
 "I am tired, " she said in answer to a sym pathetic inquiry, ''but am so thankful that my husband is spared to me that don't think of so small thing as weariness."
 "How did you first hear of the accident2" was asked.
 stHe told me about it himself" replied Mrs. Daly.
 s.Mr. Jolly came and took us all down to a museum to see little man; anything, you know, to get us out of the way until MT. Daly got home. 1 never felt better in my life, and came home with no thought of any thing wrong, and went up to my husband to kiss him as always do, when I discovered that he was hurt, and exclaimed: Why, what is the matterP Telling me not to be frightened, he related the story. You see, continued Mrs Daly, ''the letter was only signed A. Stanton, so there was no way of knowing whether it was from a man or a woman.n
 ssYou believe all your husband says about the matter, do youa" s s
 To this rather pointed question Mrs. Daly replied: Believe him? Of course believe him; why shouldn't IF I never had any cause to doubt my husband. No woman ever had better one. You may be sure,n said the lady, s'that if had any idea that he cared for another woman that I would not stay kare and nurse him. I am naturally or . jealous disposition, but l never had any cause to be jealous of him. should not cars for all this trash, only that the girls get the x,axsay.s and read if all don't like that Foz my part don't trouble myself even to read the stuffn
 It is certainly true that Phil Daly Is one ol the kindest husi and most 1nduigen' fathers in the wo d his family circle l. as happy an one 6uld be found. Mrs Daly's life is given to good works. She preD- ably makes more personal effort in a charira ble way than any one woman in New York
 Addie Stanton and Ella Hammond. Eh< women in the case, are still prisoners at CAer Reilly's station house, in West Thirtesntf