Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-04

ne set down the lantern, hugged the Then were heard scratching and a rat tling overhead,
 i "Now-would ye 0 lzind hoidin' this tell git 'em all?"
 The ''all' was four bottles and tin ] box. Two phials were long and empty A name was blown in tho glass. March held one down to the light "Elixir of Opiumr'
 The others were larger and of stout blue glass. A printed label said "Phos- phate." March pulled out cork and smelled the contents. Opium againI The box held the same drug as a dark paste.
 "I mistrusted them horse phates a coople O timesp said Homer, impertur- bably sagacious. "He war too everlast- in fond of 'em. He skeered me with the devil inter goin' ter the drug store with 1 a paper ter tell 'em for ter give me that ar one," designating an empty phiai. 'tLeastways one like 1t. An Miss Hetty, she foun' in 1t in the garding, where trapped it. Then twas she tole me nuvver to go nowhar 'thout twas she sent me. An l ain't senceI An he's treatened me orful a many a time cause what she said to me that time. guess he bought 'em in New York, mos like ! ly. He's a sharp un-Mr. Wayt isP' March eyed him suspiciously.
 "How did you know where these things were. if you had nothing to do with hiding themP"
 ''Now" - stolid under the implied doubt or not noticing it-'you rekleO' the Sunday night me n you was talzin' here, 'n' he come along, an I shinned up tho tree2 bet"-with more anima- tion than March had ever seen him dis play before-"he was a comin' fur . drink then! Twas the very night be- fore, when Miss Hetty, she come all the way up to my room, an 'sc0 she: Homer sez she, MT. Wayt has done 1t agin. she say. An so he had, an him lytn' on the study floor jes' as you see hlm now an Mrs. Wayt cryin' over him. You see she'd b'lieved, sure an certain, he'd nuvver do so no more. But mistrusted them horse plates. Now, that very night-Sunday night twas, n me an you was Q talkin' here-as was slid in down the tree kotched inter a hole. an somethin' sort O jingled, like glass l nuvver fought no moro bout it tell ies' ez come up tonight Sa' see him a sprawlin' thar, an l smelled the stuff I'll jes' hide 'em in the grass, an to- morrow early I'll bury 'em in the garding. But it's 0 qusre cupboard. that is"
 While talking. he was busy spreading upon the turf a heavy shawl, such as were worn by men thirty odd years ago "Now-ef you'll leHd lift to himr' to the wondering observer.
 The plan was ingenious, but Homer's dexterity in carrying it out, and the sang fold he maintained throughout be- tokened an amount of practice at which Marcb's soul recoiled. 1t was fright fully realistic. Mir. WaJt was laid in the middle of the big plaid; the two ends were knotted tightly upon his chest, inclosing bis arms. sSa other two about his ankles.
 "I'll hitch on to the heavy eend, ' quoth the bunch of muscle and bone March had begun to admire. 'Me beln' useter to it nor what you su You take holt on his feet"
 In such style the STstely saint was borne up the back steps and laid upon the settee in the parsonage hall.
 Mrs. Wsyt was upSn the porch. Her first words gave one of tcs bearers his cue.
 70, MT. Gilchristl This is dreadfulI and he seemed so we'll at dinner-timel The heat often affects him seriously. He had a sun-stroke son0 years ago. and every summer he feels the effects of it. Lay him down here and rest be- fore taking him upstairs. There. Thank you"
 While she undid and removed the clerical cravat and cellar from his throat, March straightened his spine and looked around for Hetty. The house