Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-11-08
"Who was the nurderer9s 'I don't know"
 "I do," said Mir. Giles.

"Who?''
 Mir. Giles dropped his voice into . low whisper. and answered: Hum phrey."
 "Humphreyw repeated the aston ishcd Mir. Parker. How do you lnow?"
 "I know"
 ''But how?"
 "Listen," said Mr. Giles, as he took his friend by the arm and drew him nearer. About four years ago Hum phrey was in here alone with me, as you are now, and had been drinking a great deal, as you have not He was very talkative, and so drunk that he seemed to mistake mo for some one else-for some companion of twenty years bcfore-ani he talked about rob bery and murder"
 "Wcll," put in MT. Parker.
 "Ile said that he had been the leader of the numbering gang" continued Mir. Giles, and he kept referring to me to cocroborate his stories"
 Why haven't you told of this be- forc?" asked Mir. Parker.
 II didn't dare to so long as Humphrey lived. Indeed. no. My life wouldn't have been worth that pewter pot if had. Humphrey was too drunk to re- member what he had said, and didn't propose reminding him of it..
 "l rather think that he was so drunk that he imagined the whole thing" said ,Mr. Parker.
 Think of 1t as you will, think of it as you will, Parker. You will see, though, mark my words. mischief, and mischief alone, will come out of that bell. l have nothing more to say about it. and will have nothing more to do with it.
 You are silly, Giles. Because Humphrey may have done wrong is no reason that the church should not ac- cept the bell"
 Have your own way, Parker, have your own way. But tell you that the money came through evil, and that the bell will bring evil"
 "You are a cro3kcr," said Mir. Parker. "The bell will be swinging in tho tower of St. Agnes before two months, and on Christmas day it will ring as merrily as any bell in all England"
 Well see, P.rHCr, we'll sec."
 So tho conversation ended for that day, and the subject was not mentioned again for almost q month. when, one ulBnb, "ulle JnS two Wcrc SS3Leu at table in St. Agnes inn, discussing tho different brcwings of all, the clerk of the parish cntercL
 "Good-oven;ng, Mir. Miller" said MT. Giles. Take d seat and somc alo, and tell us tho London news. When did you get home?'
 This afternoon"
 "What news about tho c"Stins of the bcll?" asked Mir. Parker
 Bad ncws." answered the clerk.
 'I told you so," said Mir. Gilos. 'I told you so. What is it, Miller? Out with it."
 "l wont to sec tn, m pour the bell" replied the clerk, and all was ready at thrcc o'clock yesterday. The melted metal was in a hugo pot that some workmen were swinging by a derrick into place to pour, when ch in parted, and the mClten mass Was spilled onto two of the men, killing them in stantly."
 | did tell you?" asked Mr Giles Didn't say that it woull bring evil? | Hero are two good lives sacr. feed, and fear that there will be more if the work is continued"
 
 said Mir. Miller.
 "They had better stop where they are. They had better stop" answered MT. Giles.
 MT. Parker had nothing to say. He appeared worry much affected by what l he had heard, and began to fear that, perhaps, his friend Giles was right But on that day two weeks he had for gotten his fears, and, entering tho inn, in an exultant tone said: ''The bell is here, MT. Giles, and will bo hung on l the morrow. It is so large that we must build a. scaffolding. and take it up out side of the tower and let it dowr through the roof You must come and help"
 Not l, Parker, not l. wouldn't touch hand to it for all of the wealth in the parish"
 You are very silly, Mir. Giles. But come and see us hang it. There will be fire in the church stove to keer your fingers warm."
 "I wouldn't go into the church aftel the bell touches the grounds for all tha, could be offered to me, but l will be there to see."
 That is right, MT. Giles; come and hear the bell ring a merry laugh a your fears"
 On the next morning the bell wa. deposited at the foot of St Agnes tow CT, and the men who had gathered a the church were warming themselves at the fire inside, waiting for those whC had not yet arrived; all, excepting MT Giles, who stood at some distance iron the tower, looking upon the bell in frightened manner, as though 1t wa some sort of brass-jawed and iron tongued wild beast ready to spring upoI him. To Mir. Giles the bell was not senseless mass of metal, but the incar nation of old Humphreys evil deeds and he was shaken by the very though of its blasphemous voice calling thu worshipers together While he stoot shaking his head at the bell, MT. Parlxe come behind him and struck him on tn, shoulder. He started as though b, thought that tho bell had something t. do with the blow he felt