Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-14

ClenC customs, only those customs naQ taken on elegance with his rise in for tune. The carriage and the horses and, most of all, the imperturbable driver seemed to awaken some awe in the boys. They were still in evidence, but they hung back sheepishly and eyed the basket of neglected food as if they hoped be would forget to take it away. Meanwhile the clattering of chains against the harness, the paving of the horses and the low exclamations of the driver caused me the queerest feelings. Advancing quite unceremoniously upon the watcher by the grave, remarked aloud:
 '"The setting sun will soon release you, Mr.. Moore. Are you going imme- diately into townY
 He paused in his rubbing, which was being done with a very tender hand. and as if he really loved the name he was endeavoring to bring into plainer view. Scowling little, he turned and met me point blank with look which had good deal of inquiry in it.
 ''I am not usually interrupted here" he emphasized except by the boys"
 
 times approach too closely, but am used to the imps and scarcely notice them. Ah, there are some of my old friends nowi Well, 1t is time they knew that change has taken place in my fortunes. Hi, therel Hands up and catch this and this and thisy' he shout ed. "But keep quiet about it, or next year you will get pennies again.
 And, finging quarters right and left, he smiled in such pompous, self satis- fled way at the hurrah and scramble which ensued, that 1t was well worth my journey there just to see this exhi- bition of combined vanity and good humor.
 'tNow gor' he vociferated; and the urchins, black and white, flew away, fingihg up their heels in delight and shouting: Bully for you, Uncle David! We'll come again next year, not for twenty -fves, but fifties."
 'T will make 1t dollars If I only live so long," he muttered. And deign- ing now to remember the question I had put to him, he grandly remarked:
 II am going straight into town. Can do anything for you?'
 Nothing. thought you might like to know what awaits you there. The city is greatly stirred up. The coro- ner's jury in the Jeffrey Moore case has just brought in verdict to the effect that suicide has not been proved. Naturally, this is equivalent to one of murder
 "Ahr' he ejaculated, slightly taken aback for one so invariably impassfve.
 And to whom is the guilt of this crime ascrfbed ?'' he presently ventured
 There was mention of no name, but the opprobrtum naturally falls on Miss Tuttle."
 Miss Futile? Ah!'
 Since MT. Jeffrey is proved to have been too far away at the time to have fired that shot, while she''
 'I am following you'
 "Was in the very house-at the door of the library in fact and heard the pistol discharged, if she did not dis charge 1t herself which some believe, notably the district attorney. You should have been there, MT. Moore.''
 He looked surprised at this sugges- ton.
 'I never am anywhere but here on the 28d of May" he declared.
 Miss Futile needed some adviser"
 "Ah, probably
 'rYou would have been good one."
 'And welcome one, eh ?"
 hardly thought he would have been welcome one, but I did not admit the fact. Nevertheless he seized on the advantage he evidently thought he had gained and added, mildly enough, or, rather, without any display of feeling:
 Miss Futile likes me even less than Veronica did. do not think she would have accepted, certainly she would not have desired, my presence in her counsels. But of one thing wish her to be assured, her and the world in general Any money she may need at this-at this unhappy crisis in her life, she will find amply supplied. She has no claims on me, but that makes little difference where the family honor is concerned. Her mothers husband was my brother-the girl shall have all she needs. will write her SO"
 He was moving toward his carriage.
 "Fine turnout?" he interrogatively re. marked.
 I assented with all the surprise with all the wonder even-which his sub lime egotism seemed to invite.
 Tt is the best that Downey could raise in the time allotted him. When really finger the money, we shall see, we shall see."
 His foot was on the carriage step. He looked up at the west. The sun was almost down, but not quite. Have you any special business with me?' he asked lingering with what I thought a surprising display of consciousness till the last ray of the sunlight had disappeared
 glanced up at the coachman sitting on his box as rigid as any stone.
 'You may speak," said he; Caesar neither hears nor sees anything but his horses when he drives me-
 The black did not wink. He was as completely. at home on the. box and as
 Caesar and his