Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-12-20

.i "Do you really think sop catching my meaning and folding her hands be- hind her head.
 At this moment the father came in. and the girl, placing the book on shelf, went out He was accompanied by tall, large man, with smooth face and short, curly hair. I was intro duced and the two sat down.
 'Yes, doctor" said the man; "I've located the plant. It's been the hard. est job ever undertook"
 "It's an abominable traffic." spoke the doctor. half musing. strohing his beard and looking thoughtfully at the fire. II wish it could he wiped out. am speaking now of the whisky trade under the law. When it gets outside the law it is no more immoral, but often leads-forces men to grave crimes. Yes, I'm glad you worked alone, old fellow," looking gratefully at his new guest. "For, though you've known me long, it would have looked like putting too much on me to assist you in bringing perhaps some of my best patients to the penitentiary.
 "That's just it, doctor:"
 ''So the still is over beyond the hill there?" the doctor said, pointing in direction where I had often seen a faint line of smoke rising in the far distance.
 "Yes, sir"
 And you'll drop down on it to-mor- row evening""
 That's what"
 The night was starlight. Somehow, although physically at ease and not mentally perturbed. could not sleep. The heap of coals in the fireplace-my bed was in the sitting-room-had passed from glowing white to bright red, from bright red to dull bronze, from dull bronze to small eye twink ling through the gloom. This finally closed, leaving me alone with the dark ness. The window-curtain was drawn aside. How long I remained in this state do not know, but l have a mem ory of dozing, then suddenly waking and staring at the window. The shad- ow of a man passed by. Another ap- peared, seemed to peer in and went on. 'I am dreaming" said I, and turning over went to sleep.
 When I awoke the sun was shining. The deputy marshal stood at the fire place, his back to a roaring fire, his hands clasped behind him. He looked at me with serious smile.
 'I overslept myself" said l, getting out of bed and into my clothes with his assistance.
 'Yes," he answered, you are a sound sleeper, too, for there was con- siderable noise here last night"
 Hooked inquiringly, but only asked:
 ''Where is the doctor?" GGOb o1l irb Wave rof h yv, safe enough"
 ''Got him?"
 ''That's what. Fooled him complete ly. Made him think I knew nothin' of his connection with the business and that would raid the still to-day. Fell into the trap like a sucker-which, gen orally speakin', he isn't-thinkin' he'd have time to warn his gang this fore noon."
 "Tou don't mean to say"
 That he's an illicit distiller? Yes, do. And that gal is into it, too. She at tended to seein' the stuff in town. I've got 'em all spotted there, too. She's as pluclly as can be. Would have got one of my men with her revolver if we'd been a moment later. It seemed mean, too, not to say ungentlemanly, to take young lady from her bed as we did. But knew she'd shoot and we couldn't afford to take any chances for the sake of social forms. Yes, they're all safe in there," pointing to room across the passage.
 That man moonshiner?" gasped.
 Yes, and the gal, too. Why not? This is not only queer world, but this revenue business develops some queer types of human character. He's one of 'em. He thinks it crime for | the government to impose tax on the manufacture of liquor. though he de- spises the trafficuas much as any man and would banish alcohol from the world if he could. Were it's making free, he would never think of having ! anything to do with it. Will you go in and see them?"
 did not have the heart to do so. ''I | don't blame you," he said. when re- fused. "I am sorry for you, too. for he was mighty kind to you. He's well
 fixed, though. and can pay himself through, as far as money goes. But I'm afraid he's booked through to the pen-and the gal, too" The marshal was right The girl was pardoned, but her father refused to put himself in supplicating atti- tude. He said that while he knew he had offended God in doing what he did, he was equally certain that he Charles D. Blackburn, in Banner of Cold.