Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-12-02
CHAPTER L

trunk. half filled. sionI on the floor be
side him and received his wearing appa-
| rel and hooks as he pitched them i'll in
| discriminatory.
Tom WAS not tidy. Cleanliness of
son and Il certain homage 10 fashion We're
matters Of religion with him, but he
/ could not live III an orderly room TO save
his life. This alone might have BETRAYED
his Celtic origin had it not markedly
shown itself in appearance and tempera-
ment
The thick hair growing closely over his
forehead was black as astrakhan and as
waved. There WIS striking untitncss
. between his moody blue eyes and swarthy
skin Dreamy. Vet remarkably compre-
hensivc in some moments, were those eyes
of his and NJ other times almost opaque
/ Something said or done could make the
pupils expand. little door seem to open,
emitting brilliant, blue flash. then dis
crectly close and the shadow fall again.
| His mouth was like brave womau'S,
full and finely curved, and his merry
smile showed teeth as white rs negro's
\ stalwart. youthful figure. square Shout
| ders that swaGEcrrd rs he walked. easy
strides that carried him untiringly for
| long distances, told of wonderful re-
serve Of strength. He was the Irishman
of MilCSiau antcccdents without touch
of the pale Saxon TO blur the type. AL
! though American born. there was pruba-
| bly, his double among the strappinE Young
fishermen throwing their nets OFF the
coast of Galway.
| y warming sun ray shot across his eye
lids and flashed beyond him like Il needle
Of gold, piercing the dusty dimness Of
| the room. before he turned the key in
the trunk.
Its getting late. There's not a min
ute TO spare" Aud pulling ont his watch
he gave kick ~ the chair beside him
where h., had tlunE the long sleeved al
theological students i'll Chelsea square.
There lay the whole story of his re-
volt lie had thrown them of
Not for m hour. nor for night 10
find thcm awaiting him in the morning
but forever. Until Yesterday he had
Worn these things as the insignia ii a
holy calling. They We're no more 10 him
now than Is i sCopter IL the king who
has abGicated.
Poor old dad! He did want TO see
me in the pulpit. The picture | had
takvn III ines" ''SS-hoW he loved IL.
MtH' !! : III "N'F l"E lI!1. No'"'N ms
been SAID 10 every one. II all over Tor
him too. l couldn't pain him ~ if he
We're living"
tie started up and took 4 turn around
the room, his eyes Soft"nlnE with t'"!-
ing.
Wo''''yE II i'' AItoWS We en- II Ill
N1 Pc ''I-'t l:,.I'l' t,'7'''-s 80 It"H
~ rs "N'i,'I1 !. -'e 81, A1U
~ s.-o.'a4-' - . '-'''''' 40 ."
~ ~ 49, 49, -
H"'S 'N->. --A go --S
heart sWcIAnE' mat wanted 10 please
hln. but CCu!dn t-Cou4dn q" ll-oe-
cause OF IL" sonnet hing with" II" that
mssed and protested ami pLea"ed- Ter
maps lie hl1""S'
Ing "'!'I'SS;'" vas sHTt' Hr''''
4AuSn''[ tt">e4; Io'-""S signing WITCH
one Is ohlE 70 'I'3n "I h'AFt ana CON
science ana ''1'SS'!',-N1 cursed illaH ot,-
Win me Ncr'urlaI telll'VFAuHeht' the
say lrreSPoh>l'AiltN 'hat III CRISIS OF
Me shpS so easily INT" L pIauSloIe KIND
OF seIhSnheSS'
LON gave 4 vigorous snake OF ms long
legs and colnM'Nced nrushlhS his mar
rs II his Hle d"p'hH'u on SeItlhS ON IT'S
oostlna'e wave WhiSIlli& as ne WorAeu
10 De sure nc M" very E''4e OF ms Ia
tHtF slhI4I l'''EIiloii! !e4t' anu very
iAlSIE future stFvlSh'" before hIIn' pUV
Inc "'F!H was oElSAt'F louay IMAM II ha"
oeeH III years. lie need 90 NlN!Snee 10
MS lHr44nAt.SHS no more II was Il! enc
ell noW-a4I 'hat lie WHOSE demands ms
SOM nAd resisted under when MS re9e!-
HoAs EcAFE EaH S'Ea1ileu. 10" i" Nau
hated the monotony Oh II! he preach
er. when lie so loved the Wort" anu me
thlnSs thereoI: what lhlS'ah" II hA!
ot,f,m ,,, wv, v..,,.s s,,or+ :, 1,aoIa
college hidden in IA green, far western
corner Of Twentieth street he had formed
no friendships. He was that marvellous.
isolated being, n college man without a
chu1n. The interests Of his COmpanions
were necessarily clerical His thoughts
had been elsewhere. his burning desire
reDtersd rpon success. but nv 4 path
that wandered far from the hush and
sanctitv of the church.
And Yet there We're some things of 1he
life renowned which the artist in him
would miss The flow of music in the
little chapel-how often he had likened
the quivering intensity of those rich or
gan notes to the throbbing Of hi, own
unsatisfed heart-;he altar sparklingl like
IN opal under the candle light on saints
days; the twilight that met one softly III
the secluded paths while the chimes rose
in happier peals as the darkness deep
ened. Yes, the memory of these would
remain with him forever.
At O'Clock he turned into Broadway
The stream of late afternoon loungerS
thronged that raooway of fashion. He
braced himself and looked around with
oorro- O1,sarvapt avaS fnr ~ hin, y.b,