Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-05-26

ssWhat Iuclkf exclaimed tho other. ssT wish she'd bought Of me Then he added, with tinRe of suspicion, Did. ahe carry them herselfg
 No, she had servantsE answered Cagpar angrily. He did notwish to pro long the conversation. SO he turned away, remarlzing, "Good night, in surly accent.
 ssBut you'n treat hrst7n called the other after him. ssrm chilled to the bone.1
 ssNo, let me alone; I've something to do at home, :" and he strode on
 ssYoUn give all the lads drop at The Bull tonight, anyway cried the man. ssWhen one has such luck as that he doesn't forget his friends. I'll tell the lads to expect you."
 Lame Caspar's anger arose. He mutt tered an oath as he hmped on in the darkening twilight Treati Not hel He meant to.keep the gold piece for him self. It was hard, indeed, if q man couldn't keep what belonged to him. ssBut it doesn't belong to you" voice seemed to cry within him. 'sIt belongs to the golden haired boy" Caspar turned to see if any one was following 4lO ot4W GOOQAJRl you a HcCul4fbI dread possessed him. When he reached his hut, on the outskirts of the settle ment, he carefully bolted the door be- fore he lighted the candle that he stuck into the neck of a.bottle. Hesat down by the riclrety old table and examined the gold piece leisurely. It scintillated in the dim. red candle light like living thing. He was afraid to sit there hold ing 1t in his hand for any length of time. It had already been discovered in his possession and soon the whole village would know of it, Possibly the news might spread to the little boys ears, and then
 As this thought occurred to him his fingers trembIed so violently that the gold piece fell clattering on the table. He began to regret that he had not given it to the boy, but it was too late now, and besides he wanted it. He loved to look at it. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; but hemust hide 1t away somewmre-hide it until he made up his mind! to spend it. He there fore placed it in 8 cup and locked cup in a closet. After this he cook his supper and went to bed.
 Through his feverish dreams all night long brilliant showers of gold danced and twined themselves into fantastic shapes. Sometimes they seemed to fall from an immense height and threaten to crush him beneath their weight, and he cried out in desperate terror. His rest was broken and frightful visions as- sailed him. Once or twice the face of a golden haired boy rose before him alter nately wreathed in smiles and bathed in tears.
 Caspar awoke, troubled and unrefreshed. As he walked to his boat, that was moored some distance away, a woman,s fresh voice called to him from window: "Good morning, Caspar. hear that you have gold piece that a lady gave you for few fish. What luckP
 He stopped short and scowled back at her. "WeI1, what of itS' he snapped. 'Ive right to my own, I suppose"
 Nobody said you hadn't, but the, lads seemed to think you might treat for once. They waited for you at The.Bull last night and were vexed because you didn't come. Are you going to treat to- night?'
 ''NoE" he answered and passed on ont of sight into the dull tinted morning.
 All day, sitting among his nets and tackle, he reflected upon what he had done and the possible result. It would be silly in the extreme to keep the gold piece forever in the cupboard when he stood in need of so many things. Still he did not feel like spending it imme- diately. A superstitious dread overcame him whenever he contemplated parting with it.
 Generally speaking, he was success full fisherman, but today he got scarcely anything, and he came home in the even- ing tired and out of temper. Upon one point his mind was made up. He would not go near the tavern. He resented be- ing pressed to spend the money in drink. But the other fishermen, when they found he did not come, sent 8 delegation to his house. About six men rapped loudly on the door, more in spirit of mischief than downright vexation, but it was sufficient to rouse Lame Caspar to furious opposition.
 "What do you want?" he shouted, finging the door wide open and con- fronting them with fierce hostility depicted on every line of his counte- nance.
 "We want you 6o treat. Aren't you coming to The BullY
 'tNo; I'm sick. Go away and let me alone" And he tried to shut the door.
 But the men resisted the action. Sick, nonsensep cried one. 'Whats come over you, man? Have you turned miser2'
 ''Let's see your gold piece anyway" said another. ''We never get such things. Let's see what it looks like" 1" and he tried to force his way into the cabin.
 "Yes, let's see the gold piecei" shouted the others in a chorus. But Caspar's features grew hvid with passion. He strode forward with clinched fist.
 ''Out of here every mothers son of yer he shouted. sI'n not spend penny to make ye more drunken than ye are. Out of here, sayP'
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