Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-24

between them. He gave ono look at tho bleak and dismal room they entered, dimly shown by the SputtcrinG talloW candle the landlord had procured.
 "This will never do," said he, decsivcly. " The man must have fire and care. Do the best you can with this. Give him beeftca, plenty of it, and unless he improves speed fly, advise you to send for a doctor. l shall call to see the sort of treatment you give him,' he added, meaningly.
 "Surc, yer honor, I'll do mo bcst,' prom ised Maloney, lovingly lingering the bill which Norris had placed in his hand. ''Yer honor can't blame a man for looi1in after his oWn If yer honCr's the friend he was lool1in' for, yell may be know why he's kapin' shady, and the bit of boord noWayS pays me for the risks I take, belize gettin' a bad name to me house now. But I'll do the best for him If yer honor says so," and leaving the room the next moment he could be heard shouting his instructions to some 1 invisible person below. In the interval of his absence Norris went up to the bedside | to take leave of Miller.
 ''If you have any friend whom you can call to your aid, you had better do SO. greatly fear that you are going to be ill; :; you will need care, watchfulness, long nurs- ing, perhaps. By all means, send for your friend. Give me his address and I will write to him in your behalf"
 A wistful, doubtful shade lowered over the face of tho man for a moment.
 "I-thank you," he said, hesitatingly. "You-promised-t come again. If there is need then, will tell you. l can't think now"
 With that Norris was forced to be con- tented. A boy had appeared in response to Maloneys summons, and the light flame of the kindling he brought was curling up the black chimney when the young man de- parted.
 | The door of the bar-rOom was a jar as he passed through the hall below Tho place was full of hard-looking characters who were smoking and drinking, while the clat- ter of dishes came from an eating-room on the other side. At the same instant the man called Tom, who had helped in convey ing Miller up tho stairs, swung the door open and backed out.
 "Mind you, if the cops git you agin, ] won't help you out," he was saying in gut tural, disgusted tones. II should think the last time cost you steep enough, and even : big M mayn't git you off again. What il thunder brought you back, anyhowa"
 The answer did not reach Norris ear, but he had one feeting glimpse of the face 0. the man who spoke it-a face that was ia miliar to him, which sent a thrill to his very ; nnger-tlps. It was the burglar with whom he hai } fought his battle in the Childer home, wht
 had forfeited his bond, secured by funds
 stolen from the express company, which
 being identified beyond doubt by the right
 full owner, had been restored to him, ant
 the authorities were left in humor to slal1
 short work of Abraham Stone, should h. , fall into their hands again.
 , Abraham Stone was here in Mike Ma : loney's place, and Norris, who had tn < deepest personal interest in his recapture i, had recognized him at glance under tn g thin disguise he wore. Tho latter, how
 ever, realized that it would not do to rais
 an alarm there. Single-handeG, he woul
 have little chance in that resort of thieve
 and desperate men, as he correctly guesse
 it to be. He passed quietly out, dnd, cross
 ing the street, took up a position where h
 could watch both entrances, pndecide