Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-20

hh SEOOb AT Ihh ESb THE AANIEAs ley placed in his own throne before the fire and Phoebe in the rocker, he stood at the end of the mantel and said:
 Now, Mrs. Barker, we'll have a taste of that root beer you bottle away for the blood in the spring. My blood has been heated lately and think it needs medicating. Mir. Gurley, never had the pleasure of sprout- ing your jacket, but your father before you has run many race with me; he was a long-legged, long-winded fellow, and fair in wrestle. I know something of your stock, and l suppose you wouldn't be where you are tonight if you didn't mean to be- friend this young lady"
 'I think I've declared my friendship to her, sir.n
 "Hehl" said the master, kcenly inter rogative.
 "And it's certainly loss to me that I've never been here before, to cultivate tho good will of my fathers old friends"
 "I didn't mean that" said the master, with massive sincerity. "The generation coming in never runs after tho generation going out. But you're welcome for his sale.'
 Mrs, Barker brought not only the root beer but a platter of nut-oakes. These she portioned on her lowered plates, and poured the beer into tumblers as heavy as Jumps of quartz. This liquid might have been a tap of the very juice then coursing upward everywhere from the earth; it smelled so ripe of wood odors. "There's all the roots and parks in it," explained the masters wife, "boiled down and strained, and cleared with yeast. And | it saves Il doctor bill every spring" "Now, Miss Phoebe," said the master, standing on the hearth with his tumbler | held before him and his nut-Cakes handy on | the mantel, you're not to feel that you re on trial''
 II want to be put on trial" replied Phoebe, keeping her eyes on the plate ill her lap.
 Let her eat her bite in peace first, Ogre" begged Mrs. Barker, pulling a splint-bottomed chair to the corner opposite her husband and sitting down with her own | refreshment. Then she can talk. The poor child, she never came here that she didn't have to stand an examination of some | kind"
 "1'd rather speak ut once," said Phoebe, "Tell us the rights of it, then in as few words as you can, but remember you ard not going to say any thing which will alter | our impressions about yourself" II hope not, Mir Barker" Certainly not" he affirmed, coming | down with msstiff-like crunch upon nut cake.
 Its my older brother who has followed me here. And he is," said Phoebe, with eff feet, ''just out of prison."
 "Oh, dear " murmured the masters wife, | that's worse than Thorney."
 II don't know what I should have done if Thorney hadn't been the boy he isf' ob- served Phoebe, with maternal dignity. Cur. ley smiled at her.
 Stick to the analysis of the sentence and omit rules and explanations" commanded the master. Miss Phoebe, what turned this brother to bad courses, and what bear. ing has his conduct had on your past his toryHn
 II don't remember when he ever turned to any thing else, and once his conduct bore so heavily on our history that thought l would end my part of it. It was when first grew sure-that he meant to make u: worse than he was"
 Gurley's great stump chair faced abou with a jerk toward the rocker. But Phoebe met the older mans eyes, continuing:
 'I could not get out of the trouble that way, though, and leave Thorney. I've lived right ahead"
 Have you no recollection of your par entsl"
 'Only glimmer, like fancying you see star between clouds"
 "In order that we may thoroughly under stand your position, Miss Phoebe, give us skeleton oHtline of what you do recollect,
 'I recoEect first, Thames whipping I'm and Thorney doubling his fists at him. w were in great many places which seen dim to me. When I was seven or~eigh years old we lived in Pittsburgh at an or phan asylum. Thane was gone for severa years. knew afterwards he was servin out a sentence. A lady in Alleghany Cit took a liking to me and had m among her children to help nurse. She go place for Thorney, too, right across tn street, because I was unwilling to be quit away from him. But folks were never S
 kind to him; and the rude talk he hear
 stayed in his mind. You can not cultivat Thorney," Phoebe admitted, dropping he
 sincere glance to the level of Gurley's eyt
 brows.
 II lived in that family until was in m
 teens. They were refined people an
 taught me almost like a daughter, don
 let myself think their name aloud, mad
 such poor return for all their care. Than
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