Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-05-09
IN THE MIDDLE WEST.
A Story of Life in the Great
 Mississippi Valley.

 and recipes in the Spanish, Indian, Mexican and other South American dialects, and the picturesque private, looking hard at them, gasped: Oly snags and Sand-barS, wat writin'!' Then he twisted his body around in one direction and twisted his face in the other, and worked his mouth and legs in vain attempt to decipher it! '''Oly sand-barsr' he blurted again; but the flag was hawful crazy! Look at 'iz writin'!' The wheezy physician looked and gathered his brow into a pucker. In a moment the chief looked up.
 .What did the man sayP' he de- manded of his subordinate.
 ''Ho, such a cargo of lash as no jack bass could digestr'
 Rather disjointedp" asked the doc tor.
 Hall joints! it was photograph of the man 'izself!'
 Did he tell his nameP" asked the chief
 "No."
 "Why didn't you ask him for itp'' "Hi was so scart hi didn't know my own"'
 Fiddle! We'll, did he mention either of these names hero: lvyl Snaer. John Earling or Celeste Bright?"
 |" Yes. e spoke of the one with the 'eavenly 'andle; said she was liz niece"
 "Any othcrsP"
 "lIu-m-m - femme see! yes, e spoke of sister named Blower-hi think it was-hout West, an some feller named Prime who turned 'izself to a Fowler. an some Mexican named Gunnysack, or somethin' like that"
 " guess you don't know great deal about it. Why didn't you put down what he said?"
 "Gum! hi was putin 'im down; hi didn't want i'm to eat mel"
 " Fudge! well. make a written statement tonight before it leaves your noodle altogether, and will file the papers in the morning with the proper authority, and notify this niece did you ascertain if there really was such persona"
 "Yes, hi 'eard 'er warblin'; leastwise the fellcr said it was 'er''
 "1 wonder if it was the lameish miss who sung in the concert at Music Hall the other night? Seems to me that was her name."
 ''Hi wasn't there, but if that one lad voice like hangel it was 'er."
 Well, I will look the matter up in the morning. Why, what become of the young man you brought He could probably tell us about it. Then we ought to have his statement, too."
 One of the night force, knocking the ! ashes from his pipe against the railing, said he had noticed him going out the side door. looking as if he had seen ghosts, or been shocked by Kentucky borbon, and offered the further infor- nation that he had seen the young man often reading and writing in the court house library of late.
 But John Earling had fled away into the shadows ere the man had finished, crying within himself: ''Oh! she will know it then! she will know it!'' and again the fiery thirst to tell her all and of his love and pity came upon him, and his feet like two hot winds carried him toward her; but long ere he had finished half the distance he felt that he could not; that the very thought was kind of insanity; and he swerved from his course and went into Eden Park. and through half the night walked about in it's stiffness, breeding, and breaking out into prayer-like snatches of speech. Perhaps-no; she would surely know upon the morrow. He must not remain, it would only be the deadlicr for her. If he had only told her of hls love! O, if he had only told her that! It seemed to him he must cry out; how could he leave her to her pain?
 When the morning broke he had gone. All the long day, while the train raced through the green world as if bent on entering the western haven ahead of the sun, self-pity and pity for her burned together in him, mixed with a thousand glimpses, shades and attitudes of the fatal matter. Man always follows the strongest influence; out of tn. myriad little forces that push and pull, one, abler than the rest, singly, or drawing others to its follow its behest. With him it was a wish, wish that was like a parching thirst, and only such perhaps as baffled love engenders, to protect the slender, lame and motherless girl from shame and pain. It seemed to him he could only partly compass it at best, and that, by flecing from her. Even if the fatal factS should escape from their old dark ness into her sight, the property which had fallen to her, and which would have been his but for death envel- opcd in doubt and mystery, would be like a gulf between them. O if he had only told her of his love before! Now might she not think that he only sought his own through herP Might she not give herself to him to return him what might be his own and not for love, which he valued onlyP No, no, she would never be un worthy of her self; she could not be that. But if this horror fell fully upon her, and he came to her then, would she not think it was out of sheer pity, and not for loveP winch to od mef as to tian must tH De and all-sufficient in itself! He prayed mentally that the truth in all it's cruel fullness might be denied her; that only the papers and the fact of her uncle's death might reach her. If an inquest 1 ..-nr, LolI thor,e-l, thn nr;dor, no m