Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-01-10

and each man made his way to his home.
 Next evening Bradley called at the room of the chairman and said: ''There is the marked paper which I drew last night"
 The exposition building was gay with bunting and was sonorous with the sounds of band. The machinery that would not stop for six months was still motionless, for it was to be started in an hours time by his Highness. His Highness and suite had not yet arrived, but the building was crowded by a well-dressed throng of invited guests the best in the land as far as fame and money went. Underneath the grand stand where his Highness and the dis tinguished guests were to make speeches and where the finger of nobili- ty was to press the electric button, Bradley walked anxiously about with the same haggard look on his face that was there the night he thought of slip ping into the Thames. The place underneath was a wilderness of beams and braces. Bradley's wooden tool chest stood on the ground against one of the timbers. The foreman came through and struck beam or brace here and there.
 "Every thing is all right" he said to Bradley. There will be no trouble, even if it aoas put up in hurry and in spite of the strain that will be on 1t to- day"
 Bradley was not so sure of that, but he said nothing. When the foreman left him alone he cautiously opened the lid of his tool chest and removed the carpen tors apron which covered some- thing in the bottom. This something was small box with a clock work arrangement and a small miniature up lifted hammer that hung like the sword | of Damocles over a little copper cap. He threw the apron over 1t again, closed the lid of the chest, leaned against one of the timbers, folded his arms and waited.
 | Presently there was tremendous cheer and the band struck up 'sHe is coming" said Bradley to himself and closed his lips tighter. Carpenter" cried the policeman, putting in his head through the little wooden door at the foot of the stage; "come here, quick. You can get splendid sight of his Highness as be comes up the pas sage" Bradley walked to the opening and gazed at the distinguished process sion coming toward him. Suddenly he grasped the arm of the policeman like g wise.
 'Who is that man in the robes-at the head of the procession?"
 Don't you know? That is his High ness"
 Bradley gazed for breath. He recog- nized his Highness as the man as he had met on the embankment
 Thank you," he said to the police man, who looked at him curiously. Then he went under the grand stand among the beams and braces and leaned up against one of the timbers with knitted brows.
 After a few moments he stepped to his chest. pulled out the apron and carefully lifted out the machine. With a quick jerk he wrench of the little hammer and flung it from him. The machinery inside whirred for a moment with a soft purr like a clock running down. He opened the box and shook out into his apron substance like damp sawdust He seemed puzzled for awhile what to do with it. Finally he took it out and scattered it along the grass-grown slope of railway cutting. Then he returned to his tool chest, took out a chisel and grimly felt it's edge with his thumb.
 It was admitted on all hands that his Highness never made Q better speech in his life than on the occasion of the opening of that exhibition. He touched lightly on the country's unexampled