Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-08-27

An, says ne, CT a case ike that naO come up in community whar doctors an lawyers was up to the latest notch in new discoveries a plea of insanity would a been made an sustained. But says he, the twelve jurors will sign a paper with me, an yore hus- bands name will be cleared Oh, George, 1t mighty nigh breaks my heart. I lowed all them years that yore pa was jest mean an stubborn an had old Nick in i'm, while the truth was he couldn't help hisse'f. It's goin' to be in all the newspapers tomorrow. Are you glad to hear it, George"
 More than anything" was the reply in low husky tone
 T hain't through yet,' went on the old woman, wiping her eyes. They all read MT. Hillyer's letter to me about how you refused the combination to the safe, preferrin' to die ruther than give in, because you wanted to show the world you was honest, an how you was shot down an lay hoverin' betwixt this life an the next, an never seed a set O men more anxious to be kind to a woman in aff1iction. They got the idea we was needy, an started in to collect lot O money, but stopped lem. I told lem you wouldn't like that"
 No, wouldn't" said George; but I am glad they wanted to do it."
 "When got to yore pa he was too F fur gone to know me-" went on Mrs. Buckley. II jest wish he had. was so sorry fer him when seed how thin an wasted he was, with the prints on his pore ankles whar''-
 She broke down and began to sob.
 George Buckley sat up more erectly. 'tIt's the way God, Providence or what ever it is that rules over all has of managing matters" he said, his eyes flashing rebelliously, land, for my part, I'm tired trying to do right. Whats the use? Why should that poor man fall from his wagon while honestly en- deavoring to earn a living for his fam l fly, and through that accident end his life in prison? That's his fate, while such men as Telfare"
 Don't, don't, Georgew The old woman dried her eyes. Tt may all seem wrong, but it hain't-it hain't! My faith in my heavenly father is brighter 'an it ever was. 1 don't know exactly what 1t 'ud be fer, but 1 feel like drappfn' on my knees an thankin' i'm at this minute. My heart is full O sadness of a certain sort, but thar's 1 another feelin' that can't describe. As I was comin' on in the train got l to imaginin' seein' yore pore pa up in 1 heaven, whar know he is an the fan 1 cy struck me that our Saviour helt the l highest place up thar, beca'se he suf- l fered the most to help others along, an l then the thought come that maybe up 1 thar with the'r keen, spiritual eyes the l angels had seed all the good that's 1 growed out O yore pas sufferin, an l was givin' i'm credit fer his life down l here. Thar's no tellin' what the good 1 may be. Tore pas trouble is at the bottom of all MT. Hillyer's done fer you, all the kindness O them men at l the prison an the sympathy that's 1 foodin' this town right now, beca'se one man was so wrongly judged. Why, George, it may make the courts more careful in the future, it may make l doctors study diseases better, an it will make some folks ashamed fer l fer ever sneerin' at the brave son O. such man. George, thar's one heart in this town that's fowin' over with joy-ef the news has reached her.
 'sDo you think so, mother?"
 tOh I know it, GeOrge-I know it! I'd give anything to see her face when l it's told to 'er. She's led by them folks l O her'n to some extent, but below all | that she's jest q good, strong, sufferin' I woman.'
 George made no answer. They were I both silent for several minutes, then Mrs. Buckley rose to leave. Il want l to go out home" she said. Tt will be sad, too, lookin' round the old place i whar he used to be. Now he's gone, don't seem to remember anything but the good, sweet things he used to do an say before his afHiction. He's buried up thar, George, but after he's vindicated, we'll bring him down here an putt r wt"' he belongs" I TN yA - '.