Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-04-09

Ee set down the lanrern, Rugged the
tree bole and went up foot or two
When were heard scratching and rat
Ting overhead.
'sNow-would we mind holdin' TINS
tell git 'em alp"
The "all'' was four bottles and tin
box. Two phials we're long and empty.
A name was blown in the glass. March
held one down to the light.
Elixir of Opium
The Others were larger and of stout
blue glass. A printed label said "Phos-
phate." March pulled out a cork and
smelled the contents. Opium again!
The box held the same drug as dark
paste.
II mistrusted them horse pilates
coople o. times! said Homer, impertur-
badly saeacious. HE war too everlast-
i'm fond OF 'em. He skecred me with the
devil inter goin' ter the drug store with
paper ter tell 'em for ter give me that
ar one," designating an empty phiai.
sLeastways one like it. An Miss Hetty.
she foun' in it in the garding, where !
drapped it. Then twas she tole me
nuvver to go nowhar 'thout twas she
sent me. An / amt sence! An he's
treatened me orful a many time cause
what she said to me that time. guess
he bought 'em in New York, mos like
ly. Hos sharp un-Mr. Wayt isl''
March eyed him suspiciously.
slow did you know whore these
things were, If you had nothing to do
with hiding them?"
snow" = stolid under the implied
doubt or not noticing it-'you reklec'
the Sunday night me N you was talkin'
here, m he come along, an l Skinned
mn the tree? | bet"-with more animar
ton than March had ever seen him dis
play before-"he was comm fur a
drink thenl Twas the very night be-
fore, when Miss Hetty, she come all the
way up to my room, an SEE she: Homer,
SEE she, Mr.. Wayt has done 1t agin, she
saw. An so he had, an him lynn on
the study floor jes' as you see HIM now
an Mrs Wayt cryin' over him. You
see she'd b'lieved, sure an certain, he'd
nuvyer do so no more. But mistrusted
them horse pilates. Now, that very
night-Sunday night twas, N me an
/ you was talkin' here--as was a slid
| in down the tree kotched inter hole,
an somethin' sort o. jingled, like glass.
| nuvver fought no more bout 1t tell
les ez | come up tonight an see him
sprawlin' thar, an smelled the stuff.
I'll les hide 'em in the grass, an to-
morrow early I'll bury 'em in the
garding. But it's quare cupboard,
that is"
While talking, he was busy spreading
upon the turf heavy shawl, such as
were worn by men thirty odd years ago.
"Now-ef you'll lend a lift to himF e
the wondering observer.
The plan was ingenious, but Homer''
dexterity in carrying it out, and the
sang fold he maintained throughout be-
tokened an amount OF practice at which
March's soul recoiled. 1t was fright
fully realistic. Mr.. Wayt was laid II
the middle OF the big plaid; the two
ends were knotted tightly upon hi
chest, inclosing his arms, the other two
about his ankles.
"Pll hitch on to the heavy eend,
/
March had begun to admire. 'Me beln
useter to it nor what you be. You taxi
holt on his feet"
In such style the stately saint wa
borne up the back steps and laid upo'
the settee in the parsonage hall.
Mrs Wayt was upon the porch. lie
first words gave one of the bearers hi
cue.
30, Mr.. Gilchrist! This is dreadful
and he seemed so We" at dinner-time
The heat often Affects him seriously
He had sun-stro1e some years ago
an. --ery summer he feels the effect
of it. Lay him down here and rest be
fore taking him upstairs. There. Thanl
you"
While she undid and removed tn
clerical cravat and collar from hi
throat, March Strengthened his spine an
looked around FOR betty. The hous
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