Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-11-09

and went right out into the yard behind
Mr.. Taras' house. Wasn't anywhere. Final
" he concluded that being a foreigner land
consequently mean the little man had
sneaked out into Ferry street and gone of
in that unceremonious fashion in order to
avoid standing a drop Of beer for the
trouble Wright had taken to explain things
nicely to him.
Nothing occurred until just about mid
night, when Wright had another surprise
as he was breathing the cool air of Ferry
street. Mr.. Kavanagh came down Ferry
street from the front office. He was limp
ing; his coat was torn his hat broken, his
hand thrust into the breast of his frock
coat Never saw him look anything like
it before. William Wright hadn't-wouldn't
have known him if he hadn't spoken.
what the deuce is the matter with the
front door, he asked angrily. Il can't
open it with my key"
II expect Mr. Bell double locked it in
side. He did come out through the works,
and he's so wonderful particular
Cursed old idiotr' growled Kavanagh,
passing him. Bring a light. must go
down through the warehouse"
Wright lit lantern and lighted the way
through the throwing room, the warehouse
and the passage leading to the shop and
office. There kavanagh tried to open the
front door with the key, but found that
something fouled the wards of the lock
and prevented the key turning. He swore
again at Mr.. Bell for a muddling. meddling
old fool, and giving up the attempt said
to Wright
You can go. Leave the lantern there
l will come back by the warehouse
Wright went back and fired up his kiln,
wondering low the governor, always so
spick and span, had fallen into that bat
tered condition, and what on earth he had
come to the office for at that hour. What
ever did he want there?
He had Just banked up the last fire hole
when he thought he heard voice calling
family in the distance, Wright! Wright
He stood quite still TO listen, and heard be
yond doubt the cry repeated-''Wright!
WriSht!'-in IA shrek of supplication and
terror and it was the governors voice.
He answered and ran up stairs.
As he was crossing the throwing room
kavanagh rushed out of the darkness from
the warehouse and came to his side pant.
ing for breath. He had a stone jar in his
hand which he had caught up for defense
and he looked back into the darkness and
round him with wild terror, his face white
as sheet of paper.
DO you see him. he gasped.
who, sir:' asked Wright
"A man with a red beard and a bald
head
NO, sir
Lay hold of that jar. Ii You see him,
brain him. He's mailman"
Wright armed himself with jar from an
instinct of self defense. but not being a
strong man he determined to bolt if he
found himself in danger and got the
chance.
You must have passed him i'll the ware
house" whispered Kavanagh hoarsely. L
heard bottle knocked over soon after you
went thought it was you prying about.
When | went up and turned round, found
him just behind me. He knocked the lam
tern out of my hand. l don't know where
he Went. He was behind me one moment
i'll front OF me the next. What's that" he
exclaimed. suddenly dropping the jar and
clutching Wright arm.
Then, gaping with fear, he shrank back,
nodding and glaring at the hopper through
which Wright had come up.
Wright looked that way, too, but saw
nothing. He thought the governor must be
gone off, or seized with the Jumps" or
something. 1t made him feel shaky and
queer to see Il man usually so self composed
so completely unnerved and panic stricken.
Go down and look if he's there" wills
perel Kavanagh, laying his hand on the rail
of the upper stairs, ready to fly at a mo-
if you stun him with that jar. If he's not
there, run to the door and scream for help
| left n cab round the corner-the man will
hear you-but come back here quick
Reluctantly and with care Wright pro-
ceeded to obey these orders. He descended
three stairs, and then, crouching down,
looked round the stocking floor, lit only in
patches by the light from the fire holes
Right in the farther corner there were two
twinklinG points of light; probably it was
nothing but a piece of coal rejecting a
pickering ray from the kiln, but it looked
like pair of fiendish eyes, and that was
enough for Wright. He ran back to the
governor.
Hes down there" said he, only less ap-
prehensive than the shaking wretch he
spoke to.
"Where:'
AT the back of the Kill, 'twixt the steps
and the door"
Without word kaVanagh crept swiftly
up the stairs to the floor above Wright
was about to follow, when some one brushed
past him and ran up the stairs like a cat.
1t was the impish foreigner who had gone
over the works earlier in the night, only
now he wore neither boots nor hat, and his
head was bald and shining.
Wright stood there breathless, at n loss
- know what TO do between duty to his
master and duty to himself. He would