Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-11-26

One afternoon While watching the cablu he saw the fisherman drive up an OK cart, and loading in his fish start for Salisbury. After the cart had joltcd of down the rocky road .June's mind was made mp. He pried out the staple, to which was attach cd tho paddock in which Catfish reposed so much confidence, and entered the cabin. The floor was strewn with trumpcry, through which there wcre avenues hardly wide enough for frcc passage. \ little fire still smOldCrCd on tho hearth, close beside which sat q skillet and n black cuf- fccpot with an impreviscd spout. A wide shelf served the purpose of II dining table, and just above n sumptuous pile of corn dodgers hung Catfish's banjo. The bed stead was another shcl1likc affair made of rough plank.
 Everything that might be thought to minister to Catfish's physical rcpOsc June, after rCplacing tho lock and staple, carried of into the woods to n previously selected spot. There was piece of fish net, which had apparently served ns n pillow. To Junc mere novice in incantatiOn, it seemed essential to leave nothing on which the negro could rest a chance for escape, and so the fish net was taken along. He constructed n girdlc of dry leaves and sticks around the base of the black oak and when he had fired it Cat fish's ravishcd couch was added piece ny piece. When the last article was consum- ed and the fro had died away, June sat and pondcrcd. The black oak tree, with its charrcd belt, seemed suddenly to have taken on a startling appearance. Some how he had not thought of that. What if some one should sec the tree: IL was deep in the woods. but he knew that no locali- " was safe from exploration, and if it should Gc seen what reason could any body assign for such an uncommon spectacle? IL would certainly become known and would become the subject of talk and GU rious speculation.
 Suddenly he became very much fright Cncd. It dawncd upon him that he had stolen and destroyed the nCgrO's property, and the real motive. if il should become known. was equivalent tO murder. When the old man CliCd-of this insult he all at once felt surc-could he be hung for his murder: With frightened look all around he plunged deeper into the wood.
 IL was II clock at night when Catfish Jones arrived in the vicinity of his home. The steer suddenly vccrcd into the open space usually allotted to him on such uc CasionS and made direct for n little cone Of fodder. Tie old darky. realizing at once the peril of his store of rough feed. jumped from tho cart and headed the steer off
 ''Whoa. dar' You dcs wait can't you' You Cat q man out o' house an home an den hawl f,.h mo
 Tine old man unhitchCd the steer from the cart. tied him in his place and then. a> if [" parade his mastery. made him wait awhile hcfnr' he gave him his modcr- ate allowance uf fodder. Then he took a packICC of lIcon and some smaller hrti- clCS from tho cart, unlocked the door and went into ti.r cabin. He walked unCrr- inSly to th. place where tho bed should bC and dropped the packages. To his great ama2cmcnt they fell on rhc floor.
 Law me-" he exclaimed. ''dCy must he somCpin de matter wi my head. l never miss dat bad ls.fu'.
 He put his hand in Crrvicr in the jamh. and hrirciug forth q match lighted IL AS his eyes sought the place where the bad had ,to"d he was trnn>iixCd with a>tvni>hmt nj. IL was beyond his Comprc, hVn>inn. and wh,n he had made a blaze oi light wV,'d ill tiIr tirrPlac' his my>tifica tiun even inCrv;,>cd. Everything but tho had Was in iis usual place. An indCScrih 1tl" fc,'lin=; '',r'pC mp his hack" as he "ttcrwArd Thra>cd it He was taken with a sudden panic and hnltcd through the dt0r. nvt l., return till the next morning
 There WIS something piaintivc in the weak voice thIt awokc the Tarrcy house h,'d lHt" that niGh:.
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 F, forr thr cid .nan could answer it was rrrutvd with somewhat holder intona tirn
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 The oid man nfs,r awhile appeared at IA.' ,lonr
 Ills any l,.dy hccn inquirin for me lately, pap
 No Why don't you come along in an fn tr laG:''
 T ain't sleepy. pap. Don't feel liko it Tc,l kind O poly. Pap. think I'll leave l think batter hiJ hr grit. What '9 t!,. matter. Junr:''
 'N"thin. i'm just gitIin tired "' som, | fulh~ ar"uuL hrr' I'm Guin ter Cnclo Bili'~ an trH il awhilc-or pap. don't knew where I'll ;.n. You needn't say where I'm gone. Ei you'd ji>t the same | rap. pay nc >-n. an you keep thc colt" | Before sunrl~c Ike next morning .Iun, | had his few .-;iir> adjusted. and the olt | man watched him a> h" shouldcrCd hi, small bundle aud disIppcHrcd down thu rnad. If he felt any srccial rrgrct or an! | mi~ ~civinr> aS Ia the cause Uf .Iunc's go l ing. he gave l." sign Chicago Record.