Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-08

sitting Ill his chair and temporarily cX- cludcd by tho crowd of standing men pnd boys, plucked mo by tho coat sleeve.
 "Do you know all them men at tho counter?" he asked, jerking his head in the direction of tho bibulous clustor of gentlemen heinming in tho north- west corner of tho bar-room. nodded. (Which is Judgo Dar}<s?' "The tall man thcro with tho high ehirt-collar un his hair hangun down between his cycs'-that un thcro right plum before"
 "Bcforc Marsinp" ho asl:ol. as l hesitated.
 "Yes."
 ''Then. which Is sinjor Gillis, the big lawyer?"
 ''That short, hcavy-sot man thoro with"
 That un with tho red bandana hankercher tied nrorn' his head there?" Evidently with surprise and disappointment at tho personnel of tho .big lawyer"
 ACSs tililI ulIll.
 "An' who's that big. sl,ouldoroA fol- Ter this side nv 'imp"
 That's Scef Dary, tho raco-hoss shocr.''
 "Thc sheriff's namo's Dary. too, hain't ut?"
 "Yes. He's tho sheriff. IIo don't have much shcritfuu to do only whom courts h-yur. Ho blacksmiths most uv the time.''
 The fiddler gruntcd something and sat silent for moment. [, "Who's that young fcllcr with tho straw hatP" he presently asked.
 That's Doc Mays. That ole pot bellicd fcller tothcr side uv i'm Is ole Doc Daily"
 "They don't 1iko ono another so overly much, do theyP" he asked, with . grin.
 "Nut so overly" said, with re- sponsive grin. That other ole feller with the white hat is ole Bill Shipley. Un thatun with the llnscy wawmus is Joe Ellet. the man at owns the Red Line-the race-hosst ats. to run apin the Tunnyclift hosst next Thursday. Courts a-go-un to ajurn to sec the raist-" z,
 "Hit is, is ut?" muttered tho fld. dler, in an under-tone. "Whose tham three fellers closte to the Major thereP"
 "That un with the white weskut Is Jim Gro-uns. lawyer h-yur. The othern with the pipe in his mouth Is Sy Speed, another lawyer. Un the ono with the white linen coat on is Lum Sparks, another lawyer Un then the"
 .'The rest nv um is the fellers at hangs roun Bogusses most all the time, haint they? Do they ever get into any fights?'' r :::Nghts!' said Buck, coming up at the instant. "Lots ny un. See chat little short feller uth the blue flannel shirt onP Ats Bill Dikes: Theys six Q the pikeses h=yur un they've all ben sailors: Yes sir! by gum, they've gut anchors un ships, un sich. tattooed all over thur arms. Haint they. Jimp" "Ole Doc Daily's ben sailor, too, halnt e, BuckP Un shipley, un Enet, the two Sparksez, un tham three Un- derpint fellers; un'' "All ruther oldish like men, too, haint they? Un all board offun your pap, don't they, Buck?" And the gos- siping fiddler laughed short. rapid little laugh that had the singular. ln- feeling quality qt being pitched ct least an octave above his ordinary key in convcrsation-a quality that I have ever since associated with . selfish, designing and unfeeling nature, But then, you couldn't miss tho truth much in applying such tests to tho unravel- ing of character. since tho selfish, de- signing and unfeeling are so numerous that you could scarcely throw stono without inadvertently hitting one.
 At this very moment the dancer ad- vanced in g half-bent posture, leading Judge Barks by the hend. H. was say ing, as hes came up: "'''.''' '' ye only known him half 2 day,