Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-13

All. SAIUkUA n. SEPl party, "evcn to the anvil-chorus. Adam and Nose are going to fall to and hammer each other.h
 ssIt is rather picturesque,'' admitted Nc Ardle, looking about him. ssBut appre- bend you find it different from Miss Faw- cett's dining g-room.n
 'Miss Fawcetts tdrawing-room is not to be allowed any picturesqueness. then2" re- sponded Gurley.
 "I Ionly meant in point of fact,n McArdle hastened to add, ''that this is what you might call sylvan; while down at Fawcett House the refnements of life are-I would say-paramount"
 "Who's Miss Fawcett," inquired Phoebe
 "She is very beautiful, very wealthy young lady," explained McArdle, ''who has just returned from foreign travel to her homestead not far from Gurley's. l be- lieve it is understood" added McArdle, ''that the proximity of those homesteads is considered fortunate thing, under the cir- cumstances."
 'This 'sn't a bad nag, Jack" remarked Tom Holmes, finishing critical exanina- tion of Gurley's saddle-horse. But she'll never make goer. You could have found more points for the money"
 -hS6 uS SS0 neT,' Sa10 COmlnG 10 look at the pretty animal. ''She has a nose just like velvet. If were buying horse I should insist on a*velvet nose" Phoebe put one arm across tho shining neck and she and the horse exchanged caress.
 My goodnessi" exclaimed Randy. "Kiss horse! That's most as simple as them heathens worshipin' dumb beasts"
 You like horse, don't you2" said Cur ley to Phoebe, with appreciation.
 I'd
 Bess. Do you ride!'
 I have always known how to pide-my fashion. It's as good as being like those Centaurs; and not half so clumsy"
 I'd consider it a favor if you'd ride her sometimes," said Gurley.
 "Oh, would you!'
 "Yes; I've really thought of making a 1ady's horse of her.''
 Phoebe rubbed her cheek against the mares warm neck.
 T would SO love to get upon her now',
 But she isn't properly saddled for you"
 Il don't mind about saddles. If you don't object"
 "Oh, don't object" said Gurley, laugh ing, 'except on account of your safety"
 He stopped to receive her foot, and in an instant she and Bess had shot away through the trees.
 That girl will get her neck broke," ex- SAoAAAAON As<AAA1y AuO1lpSOuY dpDECI6uSISCly
 You were careless, Gurley," declared McArdle, coming forward with disapproval. Let her alone," said Tom Holmes, spreading smoke around himself II shouldn't be afraid to see that little thing mount tiger if she took the notion. Be- sides, that nag of Jacks isn't going to run with anybody"
 m put up all paid for her, Tom, that you'll be wanting to buy that nag of me be- FRYa sn11r ftnp abusing my choice and then begging it away from me.'
 Phoebe came back in a few moments, slipping to the gronnd and taking the bridle on her arm, as the horse paused. Both were exhilarated by the run; and she tied the hitching- strap in horseman's knot around branch by the time Gurley was at hand to do it.
 "Oh, it was delightful. We rushed like wind to the very edge of Black Hollow. And there we stood still and looked across at the lonesomest light that shone like some thing one-eyed just ready to spring at us. And then we secured away from it as fast as we could go."
 The light in Painte- cabin,' said one of the sugar-boilers.
 And who is Painter2" 'sPainter," said Tom Holmes, waving aside his smoke, Sis 8 natural curiosity of the hills. It's odd how such human fungi will spring up in the midst of wealthy civili- Zation. Haven't you heard of him yet, Miss Phoebe! He's a hermit, and as ugly a creature as you would want to meet. They tell that some woman tilted hin a century or so ago, and soured him against the race. But it's my opinion the old wretch was too stingy ever to get married He is credited with keeping barrels of money in that old den. We don't know where he came from. He and his house were suddenly there, like toadstool. Some of the neighbors think he is crazy, but his wits all come home when he makes a bargain. He keeps his own | house, and don't think anybody in this re- l zion has ever Sen the inside of it.'' '1 seen it onct," said Nease, the sugar boiler. "The boys said he'd melted all his | money together and made a gold stove. | So peeked at the wirder when he'd gone off, but jest then he come up behind me 1 makin' that noise in his head, and disre- member what seen or what done." He's got an infirmity in his speech,'' said Randy, land that's a great mercy, for folks can't tell what he's sayin' when he | abuses them"
 Phoebe sat looking in the fire with her | hands crossed on her lap. Adam and Nose | piled on more brush and the boiling liquid l bubbled louder.
 "Hear what the kettles say. What dc ] they say to you, Randy2" | 'tNothin'."
 "'Double, double, toll and trouble,' is the Shakespearean rendering of what boiling cauldrons say, I believe,' answered Mo. Ardle, with lightness and grace. ''That's witch's nonsense,' puffed Holmes
 ''These here kitsles,' interpreted Adam "says if they have good luck and Nose don't | go to sleep and dip his head in them that they'll sugar off before long.''
 ''This is what they say, said Phoebe "'Trouble, trouble, effort double; trouble
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