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Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

ond mans share will be 500 in gold and %
per cent of the gate money. and the third
contestants, $500 and 10. per cent of the re-
ceiptS. The fourth. fifth and sixth riders
will get S;i5u, $50 and $50 respectively, and
every rider who does not win prize. but
who covers 400 miles, will receive $3.50. In
the race two years ago but six men finished,
and of the six but two-Martiu and Ashin-
ger-rreled of over ,4CO miles.
The competitors may ride any wheel they
desire, lint it is probable that the pictur-
esQue ordinary or high wheel used in previ-
Gus six day contests will be conspicuous by
its absence All competitors who cover $50
miles within the first three days will he re
turned their $50 entrance fee.
The enterprise is under the general man
Rgement of Frank w. Sanger, hut T. p
Prial, the we'll known wheeling journalist,
will he sole manager OF the race. He will
be assisted by p. 4. Powers Of the National
Cycling association. The electrical scoring
machine so successfully used during the
cash prize races the past summer will keep
the public posted on the distance each rider
has covered.
Every day during the contest short dis
tance races between Dick Howell, Jack
Prince, Alfred Robb, Arthur Robb, J. c.
Moran and others will be held for purses
Eggregating 500, and Trick Riders w. s.
Maltby, Sid Black, Eugene \. Neidert and
the Stirk family of girl fancy riders will give
exhibitions of their skill. Two years ago
the six day contest was very popular in New
York. The receipts for the week were near
Iy 81, 600, and the expenses aggregated over
$4,000. After the Garden had taken its
share of S5,69l there remained SS.9IS to di-
vide among the six riders who finished the
race and their attendants The share OF
Martin. the winner and record breaker, was
SI,22I.Si II the coming contest strikes the
populaE fancy in she metropolis, the victor
will probably receive about $3.50 for his
week of hard work. pluck and endurance
EARLE II. EATON
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11
an Old MomaE.

IL IL a grave little woman who brings
home your washing every week. She wears
her hair IN a childish piE,sil, to be SURF,
and her skirts tlO not Lam; much below her
knees, but her FACE is that Of quite an elder
ly person. Won often wonder what age she
Is and also what aye ~he considers herself
One morning yuu find ont. She looks a lit
tie cTavcr than usual aud GENES without
your laundry. She delivers herself of this
explanation without any pauseS:
PLEASE, nR'am, mamma didn't send
your wash cause baby's Teen took with the
measles. and she don't know but what
you're afraid of the measles The baby
amt ever in the room where she washes,
and the board of health it has sent around
a list of things to put in the water YOU
boils your clothes in SOS you don't catch
no disease, but still mamma didn't know
whether you'd want 'em or not"
She pauses for reply. When you have
given your orders abOu; yuur i'll fatell
clothing, you ask the !i,tlc woman il she
has ever had the measles
"Oh, YES m, when | WAS a child | had
'em," she answers
How old are you now. Gretchen
Ten" replies Gretchen. New York
World
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

down like the shadow cast by mon.
strous wing Virginia's body slipped from
his longing arms, and he was alone.
The cry that broke from his humili-
ated soul sent the vision whirling, and
he awoke, conscious of bursting heart
and a quivering body bathed in cold
dews. He made an effort to rise. and as
he did so felt hand upon his shoulder,
heard voice speaking his name.
What else?" he cried, fiinging back
Ills head, his eyes flashing a maddened
defiance and clouded with blood. What
else? Oh, God!'
Mr.. Plunket's commonplace face was
close to him.
Murray, Won must be i'll. You've been
dreaming-crying out as if some one
were hurting You. Wake up. Don't
stare so, man. Wake up"
Staring, trembling, his tongue thick,
Tom sprang up. The sense of utter loss,
the tragedy of Virginias last kiss, were
still with him. He looked around, star
tied, dumb. Yonder in the crimson circle
cast by the lamp stood Delatolc smiling.
Just beyond him were the gaunt form
and lonely eyes of Felix Dawson Both
were waiting.
My dear Murray, am here under
protest" said Plunket wringing his fat
hands in loose, soft, helpless way as he
stood with his head on one side. This
mans story is absurd-now be quiet,
don't get angry, but-but-he says your
last play was one he sent You and which
You err err er - appropriated. He
hasn't a shadow of proof. How could
he? Why, it's preposterous! As if
wouldn't know your style anywhere!
poohpoohed him, but Mr.. Delatole per-
suaded me to let him face you with his
story. That is all. my dear Murray;
that is all"
Tom regarded him vacantly while he
spoke He started blindly forward and
paused midway in the room. leaning
upon a chair.
He was not dreaming still? No; these
were men, not shades This was his IA
miliar room-Virginia was not far away.
All was not over The living moment
was still his. Considerations so i'm
portant but n little while ago We're lost
sight of; his tortured sensibilities over
leaped them all in maddening thirst to
redeem himself in his own eyes while he
could, to purge the soilure from his soul,
so that never-oh, never-might he
really know that sense of awful, final
condemnation revealed to him in a
dream.
Speak up, Murray. Throw the lie
in his teeth" cried Plunket.
A rallor suddenly struck Toms face
from brow to chin; pale smile came
and went upon his lips. Wretched and
wild though his face was. there was
something of inexplicable triumph in
that smile-a light above wreck
He looked straight ut Plunket:
The lie? No! The lie was mine. Do
you hear? The horrid. damnable lie
was mine. The play was his. Istole 1t.
called it In the Name of the Gar,
and when he came to me Wouldn't give
it up. wouldn't do it. But now-oh
take it-and with it remove the curse
that has followed met
y groan of agony came with the words
His eyes looked past the amazed and
startled group to the open doorway.
Was Nirgiria's gray. drawn face as he
had seen il in his dream still before his
fancy? He looked again. Then he saw
she was really upon the threshold, her
eyes mirroring the pity and horror her
trembling lips could not speak. She had
heard all
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

There wds = new significance in Rich
ard Munklow's touch upon her arm, light
rs it was. She felt it i'll her bloc. l. There
was sudden shyneSS in her glance. She
drew back, 4 new recognition startling
her. and looked intently At the hronzed
face under the shorn white hair How
composed it was. how earnest and gentle.
Won know who that was" she said;
you've heard father revile him often
enough" She paused, and again bit
ing mist swan across her sight Poor
Tom! His bittcreSt enemy might pity
him now
Perhaps you would like TO follow
him. Would you: If he lives alone,
has no one to help him
What do you mean" And her burn
ing hand was on his arm.
He seemed 10 ne on the verge Of a
collapse. saw sailor once whose face
wore that look. BE shot himself If he
hadn't, l think he would have gonCmad."
She threw ont her hands in n gesture
of pain.
"Ycs-come. Wccan get his address
at the box office. Ii not l know where
the manager lives. Come. You will go
with me. won't YOU
He made no answer in words, but gaz-
ing down into her questioning eyes a
food Of fralty poured from his. long,
yearning. inspiring glance of passion
that thrilled her to the core of her trou-
bled soul.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

ton to him, but he seemed an intermin-
able distance away through a madden
ing red blur. The crowd, the music,
too, had receded, and Virginia's appraised
eyes, her warm, confding palm. were
the only realities.
What he said to her he never knew
something muttered, incoherent-words
seemed of such little value then beside
the longing to crush her TO his sore heart
Then for moment he looked away,
his eyes drawn upward as by n spell.
\ cry wavered from his paling lips;
he reeled backward and flung her hand
from him. Above, among the sea of
faces, was Felix Dawson's, the light
from his eyes shooting through Toms
guilty heart like vein of electricity.
To his blinded, maddencd senses the face
seemed distorted by a terrible menace.
His doom was written there.
In n moment he was fleeing from it,
pushing through the waiting crowds in
the aisles rs n man breasts sea.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

Tom felt a numbnesS seize him. He
sighed again and again. at length tear
ing away the white folds of cloth from
his breast in an effort TO ease its burn
ing.
What place is this faltered from
his dry lips.
Virginia did not answer. She seemed
stricken dumb with grief.
Before a door leading to an inner
chamber an old man stood on guard.
His shoulders We're curved as if he had
toiled with the spade His hairy, labor
twisted hands We're crossed upon n staff
One sentence only left his lips in a mo-
nOtonous sing song:
The Hall of the Sinful Copy"
Tom hesitated before him, joy yelling
in his heart. The simple. trusting, ador-
ing old man was his father. Oh. here
he would find love unspeakablc
Father" he whispered. with vehe-
mcnt tenderness.
But the worn, gentle face took on
look of hatred it had never worn in life
The gnarled fingers flung his arms away
Il sacrificed myself for you. Hunger,
despair We're my portion many time
that You might be happy, free and some
day great. This l did for you, but you
have poisoned eternity for me-" were the
words that left his lips with the fury of
a malediction.
Tom could not ingcr to question or
appeal. The throng pressing behind him
bore him on to the center of the inner
hall, where Il presence, awful in its aus
terity and grandeur, hung like a shadow,
with eyes of fire above parchment out
spread upon marble ledge. Around
This the crowd circled, looked and moved
On one by one.
He bent over it eagerly. Here lay the
explanation. the quest of this vast throng.
he looked. and his breath seemed to
cease. Before his eyes lay the stolen play.
1t pages We're charred as if it had been
passed through fame. 1t was blotted
with tears and smeared with blood His
name was written there for all to see,
and far off he still heard his fathers
luavering, husky voice-thc voice that
once sang lullabies to him-repeating to
the curious thousands:
Tho Hall of the Sinful Copy"
The dews Of terror for some unknown
but approaching disaster broke from
every pore, and he sank to his knees,
AAdN ing II lllt WIFI ullIl-
"Oh, kiss me once, love" she whisper
ed, her white cheek hard upon his: 1--WE
must part so soon!"
Don't leave me" he pleaded. Il love
you To be near you is delight even in
this fearful place. I'll give back the
play. In the light of truth 1 will stand
unmaSked. I'll do it gladly, let them
revile me as they will. Then I'll have
peace-and your love, dearer than all
the world"
Oh, her lovely, melting eyes. her kiss
heavy with farewell!
ut is too late" she sighed, and he felt
her lips upon his throat. ."All that is
past" And for another moment she
rlung to him.
No, no. We will be happy yet" he
cried in anguish.
But the words were hushed upon his
lips. In some occult way the truth was
revealed to him. He knew that all the
faces he had looked upon were those of
the dead. He too was dead, and Vir-
| ginia. Life and earth were gone forever.
Repentance was vain, redemption inn
| possible, parting. shame and despair
eternal.
In the sudden blackness that swept
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

The guest at the hotel table was not
satisfied by great deal with the menu,
and he was had hammered enough to say
so.
Perhaps. sir" said the waiter polite
ly, you'd like some of the rum punch. "
The what"
The rum punch, sir"
Well, bring it on and let me see. I've
tried your rum meat and rum vegetables
and rum bread and dozen more rum
things you've got here, and maybe /
won't be disappointed in your rum
punch. Bring it on and be IN hurry
about it. "-Detroit Free Press
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

y city girl had srent her whole sum-
mer IN trying to elevate the simple
country people with whom she was
boarding. Now she was bidding them
alden.
"Goodby. Mr.. Stiles" she said, L
hope my visit here hasn't been entirely
without good results"
''Sartin not" said Farmer Stiles.
''sartin not. You've learnt heap since
you first come: but. 10y cracky. Won was
about the greenest one We ever had on
our hands. Exchange.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

Penwiper-A year ago, sir, came to
you and asked You for raise in my sal
airy. and you would not grant II. Since
then n little child has come to bless our
home, and now. sir. ask You again.
Head of Firm-Um. don't think
can give you raise. Penwiper, hut
tell You what will do. Is il a boy:
PenwiIer-Nes, sir.
Head of Flrm-Well, when he's big
enough, I'll try and make a place for
Review.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11
CHAPTER, Nv.

Scarcely 10 minutes later Tom entered
his sitting room. 1t was dark. He hated
the darkness. He wanted light-ight to
keep the terrors from crowding upon him
an invisible, awful horde. He lit the
lamp, staggered to the sinking fire and
fell exhausted into Il chair. where he sat
with heavily hanging arms and head
fallen forward. His breath came in
spurts, his heart was in his throat, his
wide, CirClrd eyes We're sightless, but his
inward vision was the more hideously
acute. Oh. God, tho pathos of what he
saw!
One after another he reviewed the
w:ckednesses, the degradations of his
life. How closely they pressed together
a series II steps, each one lower, form
ing II stairway and descending into n
gulf! He stood faltering upon the edge
of the last, the darkness hungry for his
soul, the roar of an incoming torrent in
his ears.
Tonight he had stood face TO face with
Virginia, not with the white memory
which had always followed him, but
with the living woman whose warm,
fragrant lips had surrendered to his kiss
for one ecstatic moment, long, long ago.
On, that ferVent, remembered kiss! Oh,
her deep, mystical eyes!
Those eyes! All, they had read him
through and through, making his blood
leap and shiver! Her power WAS still
mistaken in his soul-nay, she was in
deed his soul. for near her he felt and I'M
derstood more keenly, and life took on a
deeper meaning. She was his light. his
breath, his revelation, with power in the
small compass of one glance to save
him even from himself.
But she was lost to him forever. With
the sight of Dawson's face had come the
thought of what he was-not fit TO stand
before her, not fit to touch her hand.
With a cry like an animal strangling
he threw ont his arms. Oh, if he could
be better-or worse! But to have al
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

They had not met for years.
DO you remember" he asked. the
little sapling We planted together as a
boy and girl
Her eyes softened at tine recollection.
Yes, she answered, Il remember it
well.
That sapling," he continued drcami-
ly, must I've strorg and sturdy oak
now"
The softness all died out of her eyes,
and conversation ccasel.-New York
Herald.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11
WaterburyEire Alarm
LOCATION OF BOXES.


The following are the Fire Alarm Signals
under the new system:
Ia Rogers Il Bro.'
Is Cor East Main and Niagara streets.
IA Cor East Main and Mo!cott road.
Is Cor High and Walnut streets.
10 Cor East Main and Cherry streets.
II CIR East Main and Cole streets.
- Cor North Elm and kinGslury streets.
IS Cor North Elm North Main and Grove
streets.
- Waterbury Manufacturing company"
IS Cor North Main and North streets.
&C Cor Buckingham and Cooke strcctS.
- Cor Grove and ProSpec: streets.
"a Cor Hillside avenue and Pine street.
% Cor Johnson and Water, HE streets.
80 Thu Flair Br,S 4 CO..
800 Wararl,lry Clock roDlpany movement
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11
NIissed His Opportunitx.

1t is often remarked that there arc
many persons who go about hoping that
they will meet with some mishap in
order that they may present claim
against Il corporation for damages. The
other afternoon a yOung man who was
riding ON the rear platform Of street
car accidentally stood with one foot on
steel bolt while the loose end of the
wire that connects the light wire in the
motor with the same kind of wire in
the trailer touched the side of his neck.
The electric shock stunned him for an
instant. He fell TO the floor of the plat
form, but Immediately got up again all
right.
Are you hurt:" asked the conductor.
No, not n bit" said the Young man.
The conductor took his name and
wrote down the answer he had made.
Now, if l had only had sense enough
not to have got up and TO have quivered
like man badly hurt, l might have had
them up at my house settling with me
for $500 cash within three hours said
the young man after he had got off the
car. 1t is what Il fello:; gets for not
thinking before he speaks. ''-mdianapo-
lis News
LAVE VOL GEM
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

And all the while in the rosy gloom
thrown upward by the footlights Vir-
s:inia's face shone like a star. And all
the while the old passion grew with the
seconds, no longer single and pure, the
ideal love of a mans youth, but a reck-
less, dominant craving for her, the fruit
of past experience and present despair.
He remembered nothing more until he
stood before her, their hands locked
Oh, that moment!
He was dimly conscious of a strange
man with Virginia and of an introduce
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

Tobacco uenefited Him.
Il feel that owe n great deal To ito
baceo."
Nervous temperament Perhaps"
mo, / run a Cigar store.r-Kate
Fields WASHINGTON
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11
SIX day BICYCLE RACE.
Famous Riders Entered For the
New York Contest.
THE FIRST PRIZE sI.sC0 IN GOLD.
Besides This sum 80 Per Cent of the Net
Receipts Goes to the winner-Mnrtin,
Who Holds the Present Record. Is One
of the Contestants.

For six days, beginning Dec. %, swift and
tireless whcelmen representing America,
Ireland, England, France and Germany
will ride for n large amount of gold and
great deal of glory at Madison Square Gar
den, New York city. The gold will aggre-
gate about s., 800 in cash prizes and an I'M
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-11

The next fortnight saw an important
change in Toms life. He left the Uni
versity building and took cheaper
suite of rooms on Irving place, one of
the bivouacs of Bohemia. Delatole and
he had parted i'll u silence that was sui
New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-06-07
TERRIBLE ACCIDENT.
Otto Leh1e, while Blasting Rocks, Loses
Both Eyes and One Of his Hands.

Bv All accidental dynamite explosior
while blasting rock, Wednesday, Otto
Lehnc narrowly escaped being killed. As
it is he was horribly manned for life,
probably losing both eyes and the use of
his left arm. In company with the hired
man he was blasting rock on his farm
adjoining Springfield On the southwest,
and while tamping the packing of a
charge of dynamite tie struck too hard
with his tamping rod, exploding the
charge. The left arm was nearly blown
off at the wrist, both bones being shat
tered and the cords and arteries severed.
The left eye was blown completely out
of his head and the right one SO badly
injured that he will never see out of it
again. He was also badly injured in the
breast and left knee. DR.. Rothenburg
was hastily summoned and dressed the
unfortunate mans wounds. It was
thought that amputation of the left arm
would be necessary, and DR.. Strickler of
New Ulm was summoned by telegraph,
arriving on the 5:37 train. After con-
sultation it was decided to try to save
the injured arm ifpossible. Mr.. Lehne' s
escape from instant death was almost
miraculous, as he was STOPPING over the
charge when the explosion took place.
Advance.
New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-06-07

~ long, ealnt Tcnnessccan. c''idcntly
On picket duty, stood leaning against a
tree, reading a newspaper Hc appeared
deeply engrosset!, and I chuckle,l as
thought what rich joke it would be to
sneak up within easy range and plug
him. began to sneak.
The ground was wet, covered with
brials, and craw]ed fully 200 yards.
running new uniform to play my little
joke. The Johnnie kept on reading.
He had evidently not seen me. stopped
to hug myself before rose up to my
hellish work. I took good aim and let
fly. The sentinel never moved-Just
kept on readiug. That made me hot.
| reloaded and blazed away again. He
never Judged. I kept up fusillade for
half an hour without result; then got so
mad l couldn't stand it any longer. I
was not little proud of my marks
manship, and to have a large, loose joint
ed enemy of my beloved country
stand up there in his butternut breeches
and calmly absorb the news while I was
chucking lead at him at distance of
500 yards was too much for me.
IL reloaded, marched up to within 20
PAGES of him, took deliberate aim and
blazed away. He kept on reading. I
dubbed my muskct and made rush.
I whacked him over the head with force
enough to kill church scandal, then
jabbed..my bayonet into him. It was a
dummy! I started to lose myself in the
direction of the camp, when there came
a shrek of denoniac laughter from a
| clump of Lazels to my left, and three
bigTennesseeans stepped out to intercept
me. Surrender? Not much. was mad
enough to fight the whole Southern Con-
federacy single handed. 1 made a rush
for'em, but they turned loose, relieving
| ME of this arm and breaking both legs.
But licked the dummy. One OF my
captors told me afterwards that they
shook pound of lead out of it."-St.
Louis Globe Democrat.
New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-06-07

''Well, we didn't git to the spellin'
school till it was mighty nigh over" he
sad, sheepishly.
''And since that time?'' l asked, feel
ing that the story was not quite finished.
He cautiously looked over his shoul-
der toward the house, and bent over clo-
ser to me. n.
''Well," he whispered, "a good many
times sence that I've sorter wished I'd a
walked" -.
AS rode ON to Parish's mill it oc-
cured to me that man of much great
er refinement could not have put the
matter more delicately.-Detroit Free
Press