Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-14
A DYNAMITE STORY.

secretary, Mir. Winchell, as if he were quite at home," said Daisy Clyburne, winding one plump, white arm around her fathers neck, as she perched herself on the arm of bis chair Those who knew Silas Clyburne only as s business man, president of several railroads, director in a score of other corporations and shareholder in every paying concern in the state, would have been amazed to see how easily this fragile girl bent to her will the stony hearted, iron handed man.
 His name is Osborne Palmer" replied the elder Clyburne, gazing affectionately at hi, idol
 II didn't ask you what his name is; I ask Who is he! And that is the way you dare te answer my questions, sira" and as she spoke Daisy playfully pinched one of his ears.
 Ouch You little inquisitive torment We'll, to be explicit, MT. Palmer is to be one of my under secretaries He is toto assist Mir. Winchell."
 'Come, come, sir! that hesitation shows that you are trying to hide something; want the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the trut th."
 Perhaps you remember that few weeks ago you and your mother e1acted from me promise that would never again, under any circumstances, open the packages which might come to me by mail or express"
 ''Of course we didl If those wretches would send you dynamite bomb once, they might do it moro successfully again; it was by a mere chance that the thing was out of order and did not blow us all up," replied Daisy with a shudder.
 Mot one of the servants has courage enough to do it for me; Mir. Wlnchell has Q family and since our recent experience he has no taste for the task; % have employed this young Palmer, whose special business 1t will be to open my parcels"
 ''Oh, papa, why should he take the risk of his lifea He is so-so young, maybe he has a mother?'
 "No, nor sister, nor any near relative. He is highly educated and well born, but being unfortunate in business and therefore tilted by heartless girl, he resolved to put an end to an unhappy life. He procured quantity of laudanum, but decided that that was un- certain, and so shot himself in the head Either his hand swerved or his aim was un- certain, for the wound proved to be only serious, not fatal. He was taken to a hospi- tai, and as the letter he had written for post mortem purposes proved that the shooting was intentional, he was in danger of arrest and trial for attempted self murder.
 Learning of the affair, was struck with an idea and so used my influence in bis be- half, and there was no arrest He placed nc value on his life, and so readily accepted the position l offered him. He came the very day after you and your mother went to your grantlmother's to spend Thanksgiving, and Mr. Winchell tells me that he is of great as sstance to him, especially in my large for eign correspondence. He is gentleman born, so he will 1.-Two with us a member of ouI family, and want you to give your cousin Bertha hint that while she is with we hope she will be courteous to him. l an very fond of Bertha, my dear, but can see that she is the least bit snobbish-like hel father. Obed Jenness is an inbred snob!'
 The famous Kilkenny cats might we'll hay, been named Silas Clyburne and Obed Jen ness, for these two men were continually fighting tooth and nail. If ono could thwar 8 scheme of the other it was rare sport to him but retaliation was sure to come i'll Somt heart searching way. As they had married sisters and there was constant intercourse be tween their wives and daughters, they out wardly maintained an armed neutrality. Goodness gracious, Daisy, do you know who Uncle Slas has in bis employ now? cried Bertha Jenness to her cousin when she 
 "Yes; but be told me all about him just few moments ago. Poor fellow He has romantic and sad history" replied Daisy and then went on to relate what we alread, know about Osborne Palmer
 Bertha listened attentively with-a peculia smile lowering around her thin, soulless lips and when the story was concluded she said with shrug of her shoulders: "Very TO mantle, admit; but what Q fool he was" "Oh, no, Bertha! Doubtless his. trouble had temporarily turned his brain, yet surel. | he is to be pitied."
 "I am not so sure that he is not now-bu tell me, Daisy, did you ever hear me speak o 1 a young cavalier l had who used to delug me with rare roses and choice bonbons unti his fortune vanished, and then showered o me tender verses of his own compositionf"
 "Oh, yes; and how envied you for havin | a real poet at your feet! But where is h nowa Does he still send you poems9'' 1 "Doggerel, you meani No, l hope not. | Osborne Palmer, your fathers clerk, you be hold the man!"
 1 "No! Not reallyi Isn't that odda An now that he has come to life again, so t speak, the lovely romance will begin all owe again." said Daisy, with a faint shade of rt gret in her voice.
 Each of these cousins had something tn other lacked. Bertha was one of larg family, and how Daisy wished that she, to< might have one or two brothers, or one c
 two dear little midgets of sisters. But Berth regarded these younger ones as channel
 where large share of her fathers none
 must go, while Daisy was the sole and siolize
 heir in her home.
 Then, too, Bertha had SO many lovers an
 Daisy so few. To be sure, the former, eve
 eager for attention, met them fully half way
 while the modest little flower waited quietl
 for notice or attention
 Of course it was not now at all surprisin
 that Osborne Palmer was soon made quite (
 home in the Clyburne mansion. He an
 Bertha had one day long and confidenti' |