Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-08-21

lot, which my father, who is connoiS- seur in tobacco, pronounces fit to smoke. should you agree with him, shall esteem it a compliment if you will let mo send a box to the parsonage to- morrow
 Mir. Wayt's was an opaque, and not a healthy complexion It was mottled now with curious, dull glow; the muscles of his mouth rwitched. He waved aside tho offering with more energy than courtesy.
 "You are good, sir-very good! But I never smokel My nervous system is idiosyncratic. Common prudence in hibits the use on my part of all mar cotics and stimulants, If principle did not. To be frank"-inclusively to all present-"I am what is known as a temperance crank You may think the less of me for the confession; in point of fact, lost one charge in direct con- sequence of my peculiar views upon this subject; but, if speak at all, I must be candid. Believe me, never theless, Mir. Gilchrist, your grateful debtor for the proffered gift. If you will, now and then, lot a kindly thought of me mingle with the smoke of your 1 burnt offering, the favor will be still | greater"
 May I trouble you to say to Mrs. Wayt that the cook you asked me to en- | gage for her can not come until next Monday morning?" said the practical hostess. Mir. Wayt's sonorous periods always impelled her to severe bitter ness and monosyllabic commonplaces. "Perhaps she can not wait so long?"
 "I take the responsibility of pronis- ing for her, madame, that she Scin Apart from the fact that her desire to secure servant recommended by yourself would reconcile her to still longer de- | lay, her household, as at present com 1 posed, has in itself the elements of i'm | dependence. We have faithful, if | eccentric, servitor, who has an abnormal | passion for work in all its varieties. He Is gardner, house servant, cook, groom, mason and builder, as need requires. He mcnds his own clothes. cobbles his shoes-and I am not without sus- | picion of his proficiency as laundry man."
 He rendered the catalogue with relish for the humor of the situation. The ex- agencies of parsonage life which had de- veloped the talents of his trusty re- tainer, seemed to have no pathos for the | master.
 Where did you find this treasure? And is he a Unique?" asked May, laughingly.
 II believe the credit of raking the l protoplaSmic germ out of the slums of Chicago, where we were then sojourn- ing, belongs to my wife's sister, Miss filling. The atmosphere of our home has warmed into growth latent possibil- ities, l fancy. It was white day for poor Tony when the gutter-wash stranded him at our door. Even now he has physical weaknesses and mental de- ficiencies that make him striking ob- ject-lesson as to the terrible truths of heredity."
 "How rsany children have you, Mir. Wayt?' questioned March, with irrele- vance, vorging upon abruptness.
 George W. Cables number five. You may recall the witty puzzle he set for Massachusetts Sunday school. I have five children he said, and half of them are girls. What is the half of tive?' Two and halfr came from the perplexed listeners. It transpired, eventually, that the other half were girls, also"
 He was an entertaining man, or would have been had he been colloq uial in stead of histatory. Yet what he said was telling rather from the degree of importance he evidently attached to 1t than from the worth of the matter. In a smaller speaker, his style would have been airy. Standing, as he did, six feet in his slippers, he was always nearly occasionally, quite-imposing. Men of his profession seldom converse we'll The habit of hebdomadal speech-mak. ing runs over and saturates the six working days. Pastoral visitation Is undoubtedly measurably responsible for the trick of talking as for duty's sake, and to roomfull. The essential need of the public speaker Is audience, and to this, actual or visionary, he is prone to address himself. Mir. Wayt could not bid an acquaintance Good morning, :" in chance encounter upon boat or car, without embracing every passenger within the scope of his orotund tones, in the salutation. A poseur during his waking-hours, he probably continued ta cater to the ubiquitous audience in his dreams.
 Come out for q turn on the piazza, Mayr' proposed March, after the guest had taken his leave.
 The night was filled with Divine calm, The Gilchrist house surmounted knoll from which the beautiful town rolled away on all sides. In the distance g glistening line showed where the bay divided Jersey meadows from the ram. parts of the Highlands. The turf of the lawn was ringed and crossed by beds of hyacinths and tulips. The buds of the great horse-chestnut trees were big with promisei the finer tracery of the elms against the moonlit sky showed tufts of tender foliage. Faint, delicious breaths of sweetness met brother and sister at the upper end of their walk, telling that the fruit.trees were a-blow,
 "'East or West, Home is Bestr
 quoted March, taking in q mighty draught of satisfaction, Not that l brought you out here to listen to stale Scotch rhymes. Don't annoy the precious mother by letting her into the secret, May, but Mir, Wayt is the man