Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-06-02

and laid grip of iron upon his Shout
der.
1t is Of no use, John, " said the doc
tor. I know You.
"Oh, for Gods sake!' the fellow
pleaded, in voice of terror. Let me out
Of this! 1 shall be killed.
"Indccd, Who will kill you?''
The man ut once became mute, but
he trvmblcd.
Now. John, said the physician in
quict tone, You are going to tell me
the truth, or you Will lose your situation
Tomorrow. You know this man Dye"
Il. sir the man exclaimed, with an
air of ascuui>hmcnt.
lit i useless for Won to affect sur
prise. Yuu arc caught, You see. What
Were you doing here:'
"Only looking around, sir. That is
all. sir. is | hope IL live"
Hum. Well, NOW. John, it is of no
Use. will tell Won plainly that it has
long been known to Us that somebody i'll
Mr.. T. r>yJhr'S household was i'll CORE
~pund,urn with this Lcandcr Dye. We
have OILY hr,n waiting to lay our hands
on the night man. We have found him
Ak '.
ful u. -o,-~ ~ uucr To the police. Do
you understand me-
''I,S. sir.
What do You say
The man shut his lips tightly togeth-
er. and then answered;
Nothing. sir. -
There was something Of a grim reso-
luton in his face which made Lamar
uneasy. Nevertheless he persisted;
Very we'll. then, You will come i'll
here with mo, and will lock you up
until We can get an officer.
The man began to eXpostulatc i'll gen.
uinc alarm.
Lamar cut him short:
Enough of that. Will you tell me
what l ask. or must 1 do rs I threaten
cd:''
The man seemed to be greatly dis
treSscd He looked ut Lamar, and he
looked ~ the wall He appeared at 4
loss for words. Suddenly he uttered
deSpairinG CRY:
"Wcll. doctor. you let me drive my
team homo, and / will como back and
stay H. long as Won like, -
Your team, ch: Perhaps You will
point u,,t this team To me-
''Oh. 10. no! THAT was q mistake.
sir. LIT anybody - with me and see
that l come hack safe. I haven't got
any team. "
Lamar at once turned back into the
room, dragging tn" unfortunate coach
KAN by tine collar.
'Muxcy," he asked, do you feel
,.I -,
The artist smiled grimly.
Very we'll keep him here till come
hack l shall be gone but moment.
The door was closed and locked La
mar ran down into the street
y single glance to the left and the
right along the lighted way showed him
that the place was wholly deserted. The
cold night wind from the river smote
him in the face He hurried down the
steps and up TO the main avenue.
y number of vehicles We're passing in
either direction, but there was no car
riagc standing by the curb as far rs he
could see.
Still he did not feel quite satisfied.
He went along to the next street, extend
ing TO the river parallel with Balla-
voine place When he reached the cor
ner. his pulse gave n great leap.
a close carriage was drawn up by the
sidewalk, little way down toward the
river The horses We're covered with
blankets, and the drivers seat was va
cant. y dozen rapid steps and Lamar's
hand was on the door of the carriage.
The handle turned, and he was peering
in
y street lamp on the other side of the
way shown through the opposite win
dows and dimly Illuminated the inte-
rior
Lamar saw n woman closely yelled
She was reclining in corner, but when
the door opened she started forward and
calculated in tremulous voice:
"Johnr'
DR.. Lamar knew that voice. A shiver
went through him. There was a dull
feeling at his heart. He did not utter a
word. He did not move a muscle. There
was dead silence.
The yelled figure shrank back with
an instructive fear, and tho light from
the street lamp fell upon his face. A
piercing scream came from behind the
veil.
The figure sat quite motionless upon
the seat.
"Fosteller' said Lamar in low tone
Maxey answered the knock at the
door instantly. Tho doctor was very
pale, but he was perfectly calm.
Where have you been so long?" cried
the artist
Bidding goodby to an old friend,
was the solemn response. "Maxey. let