Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-19

Randy fixed her eye in dismay upon so case hardened q person.
 Folks don't like the loolzs," she further revealed. Mrs. Barker, she seen him, toon
 't Mrs. Barker is not talking about mel"
 st Every body is How can they help ita"
 "They can't help it," replied Phoebe, bearing her head erect and undisturbed into privacy. There she hid it under her bed clothes, kneeling by the bed and clenching the mattress with her teeth while she stormed and sobbed alone.
 That day, however, she prepared her note for Mir. Barker, saying:
 ''You knew when you got me this school, MT. Barker, that was girl without frlenos, and you vouched for my character. There is sore truth in my mind, and know great tales are going around the neighborhood As far back as Thorney and can remember, Thane White, our elder brother, has been Q criminal. Many people have been kind to me- or could never have got on and kept Thorney out of his hands. We lived any way we could and in many places. Once was nurse to some children in a nice family, and the lady taught me almost like daughter, until Thane, as usual, shadowed me, and drove me off by attempting to make thief o1 Thorney. Thorney was at work near me, The boy is not as bright as some boys, but he is all my family, and he likes me. could not have him turned wicked, and Thane's deeds are more horrible than l can tell. At first pitied Thane, and tried to help him. He always took our earnings; he wants them yet. I don't feel kin to him; l could let all my blood run out if that would freq me from the relationship.
 "Thane has followed us here. It doesn't seem any use to run from him, and he has all the advantage when I turn on him. There is nothing ahead of me, young as am, because he can reach out and spoil whatever do have thought over these things until they break me down. May l come to your house and ask advice of Mrs. Barker and yous Though there is talk in the neighborhood can not help feeling you are both friendly toward me. He was in the woods the evening took supper with you. If you can send some word to the l school house shall be-as I have been this year past-yours grateful for many kind. nesses. PHGBE WHITE" This message was intrusted to the hands of boy who could not read script, and who, | as reward for his services, was delivered | from school an hour before dismissal. He lived near Mir. Barker's house, and was charged not to lay the paper out of his hands until Mrs. Barker should receiveit from him at her door; and his delighted heels at first spurned the dead leaves with true zeal. But he saw Painter tramping along l the edge of the hollow, and being a boy he could not help feeling the leaf-mold for 6 | chip, stuck or stone, and having fCHNd a | shrunken walnut, whizzed it after the her 1 nit Painter turned; so the boy was obliged to dodge behind a tree and slSull l from one tree to another in following up his | game, for he was not the boy to turn his back in the midst of sport. Other shrunkeI walnuts thumped the ground about Painter or pelted him right heartily. He concluded to come after his assailant; so just as tho boy laid the note down to break promising clod into handy chunks, the shaggy mar lowered directly over him. He was away l like a darting hornet. The note, out O. hand, was out of mind, until Barker's cabiI appealed to both memory and invention | and the boy spent the rest of his homewar( journey building plausible tale about th' documents fate.
 Phoebe sat still after the last pupil wa: gone dreading to go home. Perhaps sht hoped MT. Barker might come to her di rectly on the receipt of her message; an( when the school-house door opened, it wa this momentary expectation which lit he
 eyes, and left them as suddenly as life die
 from a spark. McArdle tiptoed in.
 His pale skin had taken an eager glov
 from the exercise of walking up hill. H'
 gave her a propitiating smile, and came for
 ward, removing his gloves.
 II came here instead of seeing you at th
 house," said McArdle, "because hay
 something very particular to say"
 ''Sit down." responded Phoebe, patiently
 ''Thank you, prefer to stand" said Nc
 Ardle, leaning one arm on her desk an