Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-05-09

pulse, increasing numerals and enlarg- ing airs. The ways of the cities were coming to be hers; here were hints of Babylon, there touches of Sodorn, and still beyond glimpses of Gomorrah. Perhaps for these she was the more de- lightsome; perhaps for these she was 8 thing for tears.
 John Earling walking spirltlessly up one of her streets carried too much that was dark upon his heart, and felt too much that was sad reel into his memory, to be much shaken with her glory No one knew where he had been or for what purpose he had gone; it were much as if he had fallen out of summer sky. But ere he had ar rived at the office of Bower & Wood man he grew half conscious of a cer- tain unwonted deference in the gener- al welcome. He seemed to have grown to be a person of import. Suddenly Julius Popp bore springily down upon him, .clapped his cane under his arm, tipped his tall hat to the back of his head, seized one of John Earrings hands in both of his and shook it until his glasses hung on the end of his nose, exclaiming: "Hah! now this is slick! this is brilliant! this is brilliant and slick! We've been looking for you! looking for you, sir! you have ascend ed into the seventh heaven of luck! manhood! fame! prosperity! An! this is slick! Brilliant is the name of Ter! Where have you beenp Ter name's slick! why didn't you write? slick's looking pale, but slick's 'er''-but John Earlng had gone, and Julius jerked his glasses from his nose and glared after him and squealed: "7'he dickens! my, he didn't speak to mer' and presently bobbed on down the street, unconscious that he had not given the young man a chance.
 At the office of Bower x Woodman John Earling was warmly received. Judge Bower was very hearty with him indeed. After conversing a mo- ment he said: "I presume your trip re- lated to carrying out the intention you once told me of regarding the mystery of your fathers death?"
 ''Yes, sir; it was almost entirely for that"
 Were you successfully
 Entirely so; and yet it remains a secret"
 "Ah, indeed! We'll, have piece of news for you which is not. Wood man is dead and has left you his li- brary and property"
 John Earling sprang up, looking in dazed, curious way at the others face. "MeP" he said; "what-why did he leave them to me?'
 The judge smiled, softly. ''The will says simply because he is honest and for other reasons Woodman was deep, kind of devil-angel."
 John Earling sat down; his hands trembled; would fortune and misfort- une ever cease to shock together over his headP "When did he dieP' he faltered.
 '.In April
 '.l wish I had been here; it might have been prevented"
 What prevented?"
 "His bequeathing mo the property"
 "Why. don't you want itP''
 ''No;' and he shook his head, star ing mistily at the floor; tits not mine; I never earned it. It must go to those who need it."
 Judge Bower looked long and in- credulously at the young man averted face. ''Well," he sighed at last. "I guess old Woodman didn't misjudge your'
 The young man continued gazing at the floor; after awhile he looked up. "Pll keep the library for his sake," he said. 1.-The other was not earned by me at all, or much of it fairly by him. shouldn't like to use it"
 Judge Bower sighed again and moved about in his chair. II don't need it," said John Earling. half pleadingly; ''1 can not in any manner make out that it is mine as conceive of ownership, and as l see it, it really belongs to the people from to get it back into their hands, at least into the hands of those who need it. " The judge's heart might have been broken from the sigh he fetched. John Earling got up, took off his coat, and sat down at his desk. II want to go to work" he said, in a to be social and civil in day or two. I want to find myself or lose myself, or something of the kind" with mirth- less smile, "I have about lost my senses idling so much"
 the judge, with a bitter laugh, "you are not far from being as mad as old Woodman, himself!" and he sighed. John Earrings head! and eloquence! and property! how they would boom the firm were he only a little harder! and he sighed again. What an oppor- tunity! what a chance to take fortune at the flood! and he sighed once more. He knew deep down in his soul that the young man was right; that selfless honesty was the rarest and perhaps | the noblest cvolvemcnt of the human 4 mind; that for it to dominate the actions \ of life was sweeter than the posses ! sion of loosely-gotten millions, but he sighed; sighed like the rest of us to see a bauble, vapor swept aside, leaving 1 the real harvest, the wholesome field of ! actuality where it swung. It was like John Earllng to get at ! once to work; it was the intuitive Amer ican way of numbing trouble; but he ! could not beat back or tie and cast out | the biting abysmal thoughts of Celeste ' fhof nY.oIuda6 into hic mind