Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-11-09

name was Reginald Croswaite, but we called him Wretch for short-left college somewhere in the dusl1y east, his fam fly decided that hard study had wrought havoc with the poor fellows health, and forthwith sent him to try sun-cure as only Texas furnishes it. As a mat ter of fact, he had studied nothing more serious than beautiful assortment of Bohn's cribs. His i'll health was due to causes not connected with the intended routine of college life.
 So the peaceful little community of Jimville, Tex, awoke one day to the consciousness of the fact that it har- bored Reginald Croswaite, Esq, gor- geous in store clothes and an English accent Old man Bowman, who in some remote and inexplicable way was related to the Wretch, and at whose house the latter stayed, expressed him self about the newcomer in the general store one day.
 He's queer critter," he said, "an' I ain't so pesl<y fond of him as should be, he bein' kin O mine. doan' right ly onerstand his ways, mebbe, bein' brung up different like, but ain't CT hankerin' after seein' CT chile CT mine that away"
 And that was perhaps the feeling of all of us there in Jimville. We were plain folk, and Texas seemed very fair to us. As for the things the Wretch bragged to us of sometimes in his con- descending way-well, the east was welcome to them. Dante and Delsarte might be necessary adjuncts in that sheltered life "down east"--in Texas they were out of place. There was tragedy enough in our daily lives, and any cowboy will tell you that riding the range will give you more grace than all the @sthetic professors in the world.
 It. was winter--'by the calendar and northern weather-when the Wretch came to us. As the spring came on we thought surely the glamour of it would seize him also, for there is nothing more glorious than a Texas spring. When the juicy grasses begin to cover the pastures, growing almost visibly, with wild flowers of strange beauty and variety springing up, mushrooms like, on the face of the earth; when the mesquite trees shoot out their slen- der, knife-like leaves and the cedars take on new fragrance, new color; when the soft gentle balm of the south breeze induces a feeling of absolute rest-the person who can be in Texas then and not feel something of the joy of living where spring is so glori- ous is not a person fit for decent society. But the Wretch never opened his mouth in praise of anything Texan.
 I think the Wretch had but few friends in Jimville. His cigars and his whisky may have made him some friends among the sort of men who fawn on anyone so he but stand treat"
 His only amusement seemed to be riding. He generally rode to Mars town, the nearest post office, and his face wore an almost happy look when he came back from there. We supposed he was getting letters from home His way of riding the trot was thing that Jimville laughed at. He said he was riding English" We said the pony's name was "Rube," and incidentally ventured.that if he were to ride that way for days at time his hide would be in shreds small enough to make saddle strips of.
 Spring drifted away before the fierce summer sun, and he was still with us. And then the new schoolma' am came. The old one had been offered school