Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-09
The woman lifted back tho sheet.

what you, and such as you, have brought him to. You have come like the rest of your gang bringing mo offers of money, but tell them as tell you, your dollars are stained with blood and will have none of them, even if I have to go to tho parish to bury him. Look! Are you satisfied with your WorlI!"
 Yes, it was the body of William Chat terton, whose guilty soul, Harry thought, with q shudder, might even now bo cover ing before the accusing spirit of his mur- dcred friend. Then, as he looked once moro into the white face and tho thought flashed across his mind: Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, I will repay" he turned away with q sigh of commiseraton.
 "Nay, madam,'' he said 'do not mis- judge mo- l am not one of your husbands boon companions. l knew him some time ago, but have not seen him for many months. Will you not let mo play the part of the Samaritan and relieve your present nccessities!''
 She looked scarchingly at him for O mo- ment.
 "No,'' she said, II sec you arc not one of us"
 "Thel 1 may help you?'
 Mot in charity. For, base as Williams friends would tell you that am, could not bear tho thought that he was laid to rest by other hands than mlne."
 o wonderful love of woman! Even this rufian had found q heart to love him and believe Ill him
 Perhaps I could purchase some little trinlets that belonged to him!" Harry said, blushing Ut the policy of his sugges- ton.
 "Would yous" the woman asked, eager ly. "Now, there's his watch and chain. 1 meant to sell them, and the secondhand dealers give so little for such things"
 As she spoke, she took from a drawer a massive gold watch to which was attached the very chain Harry had so long been seeking. 1 must write to the governor for some moro money, Harry thought,a as he took the precious bauble in his hand.
 "They are worth two hundred dollars," the woman said, "but shall be thankful if you will give mo hundred and fifty for them'
 "No," Harry said; "it IS not time to take advantage of your necessity, here is the amount ill full.''
 The prize was his He hastcncd back to tho two young men, and to Platt's intense satisfaction dismissed him and left him free to prosecute that glorious career ill the far West he so gushingly assured them would crown his efforts for reformation.
 "Tm deuced glad the little cad is Sonc," said Gordon Grey, for there have been scores of quite the incest girls passing, and it was not the giddy height of pleasure to think they believed we two were chums."
 "Oh, the conccit of the cobblcr's dogw Harry laughed, but his thoughts were with Barclays widow and children, wondering how best he could befricnd them.
 CHAPTER XVI
 CAPTAIN DANIEL WINTHROP HAS AN IDEA
 how moro at the Orchard Farm. It is glorious midsummer, and the sun which is blazing in New York till tho recking streets arc lil1c fire furnaces is tcmpcring tho light breeze which rutfles the bosom of the lordly St. Clair with pleasant warmth that brings tho glow of health to the valcst cheek.
 Whenever Captain Winthrop is disturi cd in mind he is wont to retire to the scclusion of the plot-housc in his front garden, where, under the inspiration of a mighty mccrschaum, he reflects on the ''various turns of fate below" and generally emcrgcs with a moro placid countenance
 On this occasion his good natured face bears a moro than ordinary distressed ex- pression, and he has sought the additional solace of the presence of his wife who is ever ready to sharc his troubles.
 ''Is it about HarrHr' Martha Winthrop asks, with q concerned look in her pleasant facc
 Aye, ma, it is the old trouble"
 ''1 am sure, Daniel, we ought to be thank full for such q good son--so upright, so steady in &.asiness; why, if he'd only said tho word lie might have gone to Congress-"
 "Yes, he is q good lad,' the Captain sighed, "but there's q something come be- tween him and me that tells me that he is not my boy Harry that used to be-"
 "Well, you know what it is.''
 "Ycs, his mind is banl1cring day and night after that girl. It was bad hour for us when you invited her to stay at Orchard Farm"
 "Maybe it was," Martha assented, "but you should not bear malice against her, for tho Lord knows her troubles have been many. Two brothers lost in tho war; father and mother both dead, and only she and Walter left of what was once happy family"
 "They brought their sorrows on their own heads," the old Captain said, grimly
 " And to think of that poor girl being now alonc in New York, seeking her bread among strangers. Oh, Daniel, think if it was our Mel ill such q position"
 "She wasn't bad sort after all," the Captain said, ret1cctively, pulling cloud of smoke, which eddied and curled in the air.
 Martha sighed. "Do you think Harry hears frC& her as often as he used to dol" he asked presently
 Hears from herr Yes, sho writes to