Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-05-15

grappled with him. The physician was
member of an athletic club and had
won prizes moro than once for wrest-
ling, throwing the hammer and other
Samsonian feats. He easily kept the
murderer captive until the police ar
rived. As it happened n patrolman was
passing the Kingley residence just as
Mrs. Kingley screamed. Blowing his
| whistle shrilly the officer leaped the
fence and, running to rear door, burst
| it open and entered. A few moments
later two other policemen ran up to the
corner just after the first man and DIR.
| kingley came out with their prisoner.
AS the young ruffian heard the Off
| GERS tell their story and listened to the
bcreaved husbands tones full of sor-
row and suppressed fury he grinned
broadly. When asked if he had any
thing to say for himself he grinned.
That was his only answer. Justice
BloXam committed him to answer in the
county court. No bail, of course, was
allowed. AS the officers We're about to
| lead their prisoner away a deep groan
was heard from the rear of the room.
| All those present looked around, and
the murderer's eyes dispassionately
| turned toward the sound What he
saw was a white-faced old man sup
| ported in the arms of a sandy-haired
| youth on one side and fat young law
| yer on the other. Their burden had
| tainted, and the rigid face, so thin and
| sad, looked as if the angel of death had
| swept it with his wing. One moment
| the assassin gazed, and in that moment
/ abe thin blue eyelids were raised. Fa-
| Their and son looked in each others
| eyes. The slender, wasted arms of the
old man We're held out beseechingly
and the trembling lips formed two
words: my boy!" An instant the
prisoners thick lips seemed to twitch
and his eyes to glisten; then, turning to
his guards with scowl, he said:
"What'r youse fcllers stannin' there
for? Come on + I'll leave yer"
All of those who had throngcd the
courtroom were gone with the cxcep.
ton of the old man. He sat in the
bottomless chair with his hands clasped
and his eyes turned toward the floor.
Painted there on the boards before him
was picture-a child's laughing face
with a mass of brown hair floating
about it, and blue eyes that seemed to
look the love that the rosy lips fain
i
with the picture shimmering and dane
ing before his eyes. Now and again it
looked as if the wanton hair was blown
by gust of wind across the smiling
face. Merry eyes cleaned through the
| riffs at him, who sat and dreamed. At
last a man came to sweep out the
place. He touched the old man gently
and said in no unllind tone:
1 have t0 ont
You'll have to go home. Court is
closed"
The old man mcelzly rose, and as he
walked toward the door the vision
floated on before. Down the narrow
stairway he crept and out upon the
paw cment. People passing jostled him
but he needed them not, for above thei1
heads the laughing eyes, the saucy lips
and brown head foated like phantom
of the past. Caught up by the SWEEP
of the crowd he was earned along
north with it, but before him went the
vision as though it were guiding star
Pushed and buffeted here and there, he
took no heed Of his direction, only look
ing to the vision to lead him where il
would. When the Clark street bridge
was reached he failed to realize it, ant
walked slowly on with his hands
clasped and the merry face still going
on before. A bell rang. He heard il
not, for the child's lips were parted
with n smile. By and by-not long
but how lorg he knew not-he came t.
the end Of the bridge. AS he looked
down, down into the muddy, opaqu,
stream, the vision danced on the waving
ripples and the blue eyes seemed to say
Come" The old man stretched ou
his arms, and it seemed as if the vision
boy, his darling baby, the treasure
his hcart-floated nearer, and il
seemed as if the rosy lips were pursuing
themselves for u kiss. Nearer anC
nearer came the bonny face, and the