Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-01
BY CHARLES !. BELLAMY.
Copyrighted by the Author, and pubusneo
 by arrangement with him.

 saying, but she could look intently at him with wide open blue eyes, which had pretty trick of changing expression as if in closest sympathy with speaker. Curran felt no one had half listened to him before, that at last every word told, and he was strangely excited by the sweet mystery of their common inspiration.
 "Great wealth is made up of 10000 trick ling streams, drained from the paltry earn ings of as many defrauded workmen. Mere cunning schen1ing ought not enable man to turn aside the great river of plenty, which flows for all men, Why these shrewd busi- ness men, whom so many praise, have so in- Seniously placed their chains on the laborer, that the harder he struggles to escape from poverty, he only turns the faster the wheel that grinds out fortunes for his masters, and draws him in at last to be crushed.'
 He hesitated for her to ask him some ques- hons, and perhaps it was already as plain to her as to him. At any rate, she only looked of to the west where the glow of sunset was fast fading, and then back into his face re- gretfully.
 Fl suppose we ought to go down." she said.
 "Why, yes, had forgotten whether it was night or day"
 He took her hand gently as if he touched holy thing, and his face softened like a childs. He would not have let her fall for the world. She had taught him, how he did not stop to think, that there was rare and exquisite strain of joy in life She had splritualized womanhood to him; he sud- denly saw ill it an essence so pure and fine it might redeem the world. An hour ago, he had been so wrctched, and now a vague, sweet hope he cared not to define was born in him. As he stood upon the road bed and mn han f0 hall their eyes met for a moment and then she trusted herself to him n such gentle sur- render that a mist foated before his sight She almost fell, and he must needs gather her perfect form in his arms to save her.
 Philip had been idly snapping his whip and looking up the road. He thought he saw in the distance number of men with guns hurrying in his direction and before them-yes, it must be dog; an odd hour of the day for hunting. He might as we'll have his horses turned about; he could see Curran and Bertha clambering down from the rocks. So it happened that at the moment Bertha came so near falling-in fact, did fall, into Curran's arms-Philip was sitting with his back toward them, faced toward home
 But by this time the hunters with guns were nearer; the blacksmith had rushed out of his shop to look at the dog who bounded
  ping foam as he ran.
 The dog was mad. Bertha saw the great white creature, and grew pale as death, and pressed back against the rocky wall in de- spair. Curran saw him too, and had not even to make up his mind to die to save this woman. It was @ matter of course. He stepped out directly in front of her without one word, and bending forward, waited. The mad dog might pass by. But no, in an in. stant more the beast was upon him, and like lightning Curran had reached out his hands of iron and caught his shaggy throat as in a wise.
 The creature rose upon its hind legs and snapped ravenously at his captor, great drops of foam, specked with blood, dropping from his jaws With one rapid glance Curran saw the men with guns, running at full speed and almost at hand. If he could hold hin but one moment more he might yet be saved if those glistening teeth, distilling poison anc madness, would spare his flesh one moment more. His arms and wrists were corded like a giants; his head thrown back to escape tht venomous fangs, while he listened with fast sickening heart to the sound of approaching feet. He heard, too, the quick breathing o1 the woman behind him; thank God, he could save her from such @ fate, and she might think kindly of him sometimes, even if ht must die like dog, since it was for her. But now his arms trembled with the terri ble strain upon them and the dog struggled l more fiercely, so that the man felt his hot l fetid breath on his cheek, and ill an instant more the deadly jaws seemed closing over hi arm. Suddenly there came loud report ant cloud of srnoke and tho mangled creatur, fell upon the ground in his death agony The madness had gone out of his big, brow1 eyes which looked up pitifully at the man he would have slain.
 s'They were just in time with their guns, exclaimed Philip, rushing up and wringin& his hand.
 But theSman made no response, nor eve, looked around for one sign of gratitude iron the woman he had risked his life for. H. had no answers or smiles for the admir- | ing crowd that had seemed to gather s 1 quickly when the danger was over, but hi face grew quite pale as he walked up tn road. At the blacl1smiths shop though seemed to strike him. He hesitated mo ment and then went in.
 When the crowd came up and followet him ill, they found him before the glowin, forge. His sleeve was rolled up, revealin, an arm almost like the smiths, but hoy closely he was studying it. Just below tn elbow were the marks of a dogs fangs, out o which slowly oozed two great drops of blood No one dared to speak; all looked on him as man devoted, and half expected to see al ready the signs of madness on his calm, pal face. The men with the guns had come i with the rest, and stood under the rows c horse shoes that lined the blackened walls
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