Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-06-17


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 "The thunder an'li gh3nin' didn't pre- vent him sdotns, this that 'dayyhe vent to town, and, besides, so Uncle David Beckendarter says, he had been lacky in runnin' up ag'in considerable 0. the old stuff. He got his chair g little too close to the edge O the stoop, and in his sleep his head got to rolhn' over to one side, and pRetty soon the chair lost it's balapee and kerplunks ! went Hacka1iah to the ground, -Four feet below.
 ''The concussion knocked ths.saiver dollar out O the old ohap'H topknot, and it rolled out on the ground. Hack allah jumped to his feet. The tirsb thang he saw was the silver dollar. He packed it up.
 '' ssizzlin' John Snodgrassl' says he. What a clap that was! Struck the bank, didn't it?'
 "They fixed Hackaiah up all wight, and he gave the dollar to Uncle David Beckendarter. Uncle David gave it to me for a birthday present, and I've had 1t ever since-but haven't got 1t with me-"
 The Pochuck chronicler paused, but no one said word.
 "A year ago. he continued, afteran eloouent sigh, 'tHackaliah BascOa made up his mind thet ittwould be B good stroke O business for him to take out policy ag'in accidents hAppenin: to him, then when the next time come around for him to have somethin' hap pen to him he could lay back and draw $25 a week, and if he got kfilsh. his folks would get his insurance money.
 "He said there wasn't any sort O doubt but what when he died it d be owin. to an explosion or collision, or somethin' O that sort. and he might as we'll make little somethin' for his family out of 1t as not. So he got $5,ooo policy
 "After that he drove the skittishest horses he ooutd git, but they always fetched him home safe and sound. Billsouzer's sawnill was known to have b'iler that wasn't much safer than Iightin' match in powd ermill. Hackaliah Bascom took g greattfaney XO 6G Etl4l III G26 w A4AAA o0J S@U~@ ~A~"y and arguin' politics.
 "One day he didn't go to the mill for some reason or other, and to bfler busted and killed the sawyer, and laid up for two months two men that hadn't been nigh the mill before.
 "A bridge fell into the creek, 30 foot belowit, one day jest as Hackaliah Bas- com drove across it. He got out of train at Bullgnip station one day, and a mile further on the train ran off the track and smashed the car he was in all to sp1inters.
 seHe went out to shoot chicken one day. John snavley, neighbor, asked him to let him take the gun and knock the hen over. HackaHah hand ed over the gun. The barrel busted, and took off<four O Snavely's fingers.
 "And so it kept goin' all along. Hackalfah's luck seemed to have changed entirely. Everything seemed to go ag'in him, and at last, three weeks ago, he was took with bilious fever and died as peaceful as a chloroformed rabbit.
 "Yes, Hackaliah Basccm is dead, my Uncle David Beckendarter's favorite and Pm feelfn' mighty bad about it. Mighty bad, I tell you. Bowed with sorrow"
 The cash register jingled merrily over the purchase of couple of high balls. The manipulator inspected his complexion critically in the mirror among the glassware. Nobody said word uuMI the man from toward Pochack roge, with remark, uttered with some pepper in it.
 Tn &eelin. mighty bad ahout poor, old Hackalsah Basooam," !" said he, ''but 8 feller might be bowed down with sorrow till he doubled up like jack knife, by eatR, and nobody r. around here'd pour any hything-on to 1t 'toNdrown it!'' H
 Then he sgode out and went Po- chuckwardA-N Y. Sun.