Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-10-05

l caught up W1Ln nln as ne was enter ing the gate at his home. He beckoned me to come in. At the door he was met by his mother. With cry she threw her arms about him. He gently un- loosed the clinging fingers saying: There, there, mother, perhaps it is all for the best and went on up to his room. Once inside he turned on me like a tiger: Tom. I want your re- volver.'
 "'What for2'
 "To follow that thieving hound until find him.
 "'And then?'
 "Then, oh, my God! End three lives
 ''The last words came out with hiss like that of a snake when ready to strike.
 "'Think of your mother
 "'Will you get me the revolver?'
 "'No.'
 "'And you call yourself a friend. There's the door. Get outl'
 "'But, Ed
 "'Get outv
 "'See here, Ed; listen to reason
 "At that he sprang for me. am no infant, as you see, and handling two or three tons of coal every day is apt to take all fabbiness out of fellow, but I had all could do the next five minutes to defend myself. Neither of us said a word after we clinched. At the end of that time Ed cried huskily: All right, Tom, give up.' Both of us were ready to sit down. It was long into the night before I could argue him out of his in- sane project. Just at the turning point there was 8 feeble knock at the door and Mrs. Jackson entered. With an imploring cry she stretched forth her arms. Ed sprang forward and left.
 ''The next day Ed appeared as usual to take his engine out but it was diff ferent fellow from the one we had known forty-eight hours before. The face was pale and stern. The laugh iE the gray eyes had given place to a set, hard look. From that time on Ed seemed possessed with an insane desire to keep employed. He was always the first to apply for extra duty and ire quently would take the run of some fel- low who did not want to go out. Though he never referred to it in words knew he liked to have me with him, and so it came about that we were even more to- gether than before.
 Nothing had been heard of Kitty on her husband. They dropped out of sight. Her people may have heard of them but they never said any thing.
 "One day late in the succeeding sum- mer we were waiting at Mud Creek Junction for train on a connecting line that was few minutes late. Ed took the opportunity to tighten up a bolt or two. had finished oiling and was leaning lazily out of the cab win dow, when heard the rattle of car riage coming up the country road. turned in that direction and saw it was occupied by gentleman and lady who seemed anxious to make our train. Something made me give second look at the lady. It was Kitty Moore. If I had not been braced against the seat I should have fallen. She was talking animatedly and did not notice the train;
 My first thought on recovering from the shock of surprise was for Ed. started to jump down and call him out on the other side. Who was it said: Man proposes and God disposes?' AsI rose Ed clambered cut on the side near est the road. At this moment the valve on the steam dome popped off. This startled the horses attached to the car riage, Kitty turned and her eyes met those of Ed. Her face was the color of your handkerchief. For a second they were face to face. Then the horses dashed forward and the carriage with it's occupants was hidden behind the depot
 q could see Eds fingers grip the ham, mer he held in his hand until it seemed as if they would leave their print on the hickory handle.
 "His pallor deepened, but the only sign of the passion called into play by this unexpected meeting was fiend- ish look that crept into his eyes when, as he swung up into the gangway, he saw the pair hurry across the platform to the cars. believe at that moment he would have wrecked the whole train could he have been certain that those two would not have escaped. Mile after mile was cut off, station after station passed without his stir ring from his post. He was thinking, and his thoughts were not such as brought comfort.
 "Then we began to climb the Wabusa grade, and had enough to do without watching. After reaching the summit there IS a down grade for couple of miles. At the foot the road takes a short curve and crosses Burnham's creek, which was spanned then by a wooden bridge-afterward replaced with stone. Just before reaching the curve you had a look cross-lots at the bridge. After reaching the top of the grade the train was given start, steam was shut off and away we went down the grade at the rate of forty miles an hour. was looking out of my window. As we crossed the gap spoke, and my heart jumped clear into my mouth. The bridge was gone. ''Ed saw it the same moment, and over his face flashed look of tiendish glee. Instead of applying the air brakes his hand played about the throttle-bar as if he would give the en- zine more steam. Then, quick as it came. the look faded and gave place to