Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1900-10-05

study of cycling. II was that analogy
perhaps. quite rs much as the feeling
that hc would be uuwvicomr In ia,
Long urarua. that drove him ont after
supper into ihr'auc bryonl the gas
works to rrh,arsc a few miracles In
private.
There was possibly a certain want of
originality IN his attempts, Tor apart
from his viii power Mr.. Futhcriagay
WAS not u very exceptional man The
miracle Of Moses rod came TO his
mind. but the night WAS da;k AMI IN
favorable To tie proper control OF large
miraculous snakes Then he rccollcct
ed the story of "Taunhausrr'' that hC
had read on the back of the Philhar
monte programme. That seemed to him
singularly attractive and harmless. lie
stuck his walking StiCk-a very nice
Poonl-pcuang lawycr-into the turf
that edged the footpath, and command
ed the dry wood to blossom. The air
was Immediately full of the scent Of
roses. and 10y means of a match he saw
for himself that this beautiful miracle
was indeed accomplished. His salts
faction was ended 10y advancing foot
steps. Afraid Of a premature diScov.
cry of his powers. he addressed the
blosSoming stick hastily: "Go back"
What he meant was "change back
but of course he was confused The
stick rCccdcd ut considerable veloci
ty, and incuntincntly came cry of an
ger and had word from the approach
ing person. "Who are you throwing
hramblcs Mt. you foolE' cried Il voice.
THAT got me on the shin"
I'm sorry, old chap" said Mr. Foth-
cringay and then, realizing the awl;-
ward nature of the explanation, caught
nrrvously at his mustachc He saw
Winch. one Of the three lmmcring con.
stables, advancing.
what dyer mean 10y it," asked the
constable. Hello, It's YOU is it;
The gent that broke the lamp at the
Long Dragon"
II don't mean anything by it," said
Mr.. Fotherugay. Nothing at all
what dyer do it for them
"Oh, bother" said Mr. Fothcringay.
"Bothcr indeed! Dyer know that
stick hurt? What dyer do it for. chf"
For the moment Mr.. Fotheringay
could not think what he had done ii
for. His silence seemed to irrilatr Mr..
Winch. you've been assaulting the
police, young man, this time That's
what you done"
Look here, Mr.. Winch" said Mr.
Fotheringay, annoyed ana confused,
"Im very sorry. The fact is
WELL"
He could think Of no way but the
truth. Il was working miracle"
He tried to speak ia an otthand way.
but try as he would lie couldn't.
"Working a Ere don't talk rot
Working miracle, indeed, Miracle!
Well that's downright funny! Why,
you's the chap that don't believe in
miracles. Fact is, this is another Of
your silly conjuring tricks; that's what
this is. Now, | tell you
But Mr. Fotheringay never heard
what Mr.. Winch was going to tell him
He realized he had given himself away,
flung his valuable secret to the fair
winds of heaven. \ violent gust of II
ritalion swept him to action. He turn
ed on the constable swiftly and fierce
ly Here" be said. I've had enough
of this, have, I'll show you Il silly
coniurng trick, | will, Go to hades.
Go, nOwr
He was alone.
Mr.. Fotherngay performed no more
miracles that night, nor did he trouble
70 see what had become of his flower
,ng stick. He returned to the town
forthwith, scared and very quiet and
went to his bedroom. Lord" he said,
its powerful gift, an extremely
powerful gift. | didn't hardly mean
as much as that Not really. Won.
der what hades is like"
He sat on the bed taking off his
boots. Struck by a happy thought he
transferred the constable to San Fran
cisco and without any more interior.
ence with normal causation went
soherl. to bed. In the night he drcamt
of the anger Of Winch.
The next day Mr.. Fotheringay heard
two interesting items of news. Some
one had planted a most beautiful
climbing rose against the elder Mr..
GomShOtts private house in the
marlborough road, and the river as far
as Rawlings mill was to be dragged
for Constable Winch.
Mr.. Fotheringay was distracted and
thoughtful all that day and performed
no miracles either on that day or the
next, except certain provisions for
Winch and the miracle of completing
his days work with punctual perfec
ton in spite of all the bee swarm of
thoughts that hummed through his
mind. And the extraordinary abstrac-
ton and meekhess of his manner We're
remarked by several people and made
a matter for jesting. For the most
part he was thinking Of Winch.
ITO BE CONTINUED.
Jacket of Many Garments.