Waterbury Democrat., 1901-12-27

friend They forgot that the way led under a branch of the Northwestern Elevated road. They were within hal1 a block of the structure when a faint scream came from Mrs Sparks Henry, the only thing this animal is afraid of is the elevated. If a train comes along we'll be dashed to death."
 Henry grew visibly white, but he set his teeth and said: ..I guess we can get under before anything comes" Then he laid on the whip, which made the horse increase it's pace at the rate of at least one mile in 24 hours. They had reached point directly under the center of the structure when two trains going in opposite directions thundered overhead. The noise made was a terrifying, hollow roar. Mrs. Sparks threw her arms about Henry's neck As for the horse, it didn't so much as prick up it's ears. It f1oun- dered on with painfully halting feet as though such a thing as an elevated railroad had never entered into it's sum of life.
 Henry Sparks released his wife's arms. He gave her one look, turned the horse and buggy sharp around and drove as fast as the reluctant animal would admit straight to livery stable. where the Sparl1ses had been accus- toned to hire outfits before they had started stable of their own.
 "Johnson," said MT. Sparks to the livery keeper, s'look at this horse and tell me what it's worth"
 Mir. Johnson looked the animal over carefully. Then he turned to MT. Sparks and said: ''If you'll take it out on the Archey road, beyond the limits, sausage, l think you can get four dol lars for this mare"
 Henry Sparks looked pained. Then he pulled out the circular which had led him to purchase the animal. Mr. Johnson read it and grinned. "Old story he said, folder than this horse, and that's saying much. They groomed it and doctored it and made $146 out of the beast"
 Henry Sparks took his wife home and then went straight to the Lake View police station. He swore the off, cer in charge to secrecy. The officer made the affirmation with decided grin, and with many mental reserya- tion. He read the circular. You can't do anything, Mir. Sparks" he said. f'I guess the law won't touch 'em"
 thought he heard some one laugh in fact, he thought he heard several laughs-for Henry was known in the station as former police reporter. Three days later Henry Sparks was walking through Washington street carrying some book reviews to the of flee of the Breeze He saw coming to- ward him Sam Lever, with whom he had been a companion night police re- porter for two years. When he got abreast of Sam the latter, who had been looking straight ahead, stopped suddenly and said: "Why, it can't be possible that this is my old friend Henry Sparks? Why, how you've changed."
 Sam had seen Henry every other day for five years, but he kept his gravity. ''T understand, Henry, that you're contemplating leaving the newspap per business to become a horse trader.'
 III hen as henfy clutcheu Sam arm and led him toward the side entrance of a refreshment shop Sam chuckled and said: Say, old man, to think that you did North side police nights for two years. and then wentand got stuck on game that's been played since the time of Jehu. Henry, it's no wonder that you've degenerated from a live night police reporter into common literary editor.-Edward B. Clark, in Chicago Record Herald.