Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-11

don't De alarmed; as you have heard so recently, there must be some mistake.
 "Oh, Alice! Oh, Dick!" she cried, ut terly collapsing, while Dick proceeded to explain that Harold's business house had had wire from a place called Three Cocks Junction, and they had sent for him, 'and we have, been tele- graphing for particulars 1t hap pened about noon, but now feel certain, Helen, since seeing Harold's s message. that there must be some mistake, though they found letters addressed to Harold, care of his firm, in this mans pocket. They did not wish to alarm you until they had full particulars, but you must keep up your courage till you hear from me. am going there to- night, and Alice will stay with you. What puzzles us all is whatever took him to that place as it is not onhis route, and now his wire is still more puzzling Be brave. think we will find Harold is all right" said poor Dick, trying his best to brace his sister-in-law up
 T shall go with you, Dick, said Helen, quietly.
 { "Oh, no; it's a bad night. may not be able to get through said he in dis tressed voice. "It's better for me to go alone, and will wire you immediately al particulars"
 Please say no more against it, Dick shall die of anxiety before morning if I stay here"
 In spite of all their protestations, she insisted on going, and they arranged to meet her and Sara at Huston station for the 10:50 train that night
 The fog had not lifted, and the cah- man had to walk his horse, now and then getting off to lead him, oftentimes not knowing where he was. Poor Sara's heart was in her mouth; she begged to get out and walk.
 The nearer they got to their destina- tion the more nervous they became It was just getting daylight as the short train pulled into the little station. It was damp and cold, a cold that pene- trated to your very marrow and sent the cold chills creeping up and down your back. The only person to be seen on the narrow platform was the station master, who peered curiously at them H. Dick explained to him in few words, and he piloted them silently across the green to little brick schoolhouse that had been temporarily fitted up for morgue. As he opened the door it creaked on it's hinges The good Lord have mercy on us,'' groaned Sara as they entered cheerless, uncarpeted, narrow hall, dimly lighted by a smoking, smelling lamp hanging from the side of the wall. He halted before door at the end, and said: "The dead are in here. Will you all go in-or-"
 'sYes: proceed" said Dick.
 Never heard of dead folks in school before," muttered Sara.
 As the station master put his hand on the noisy latch poor Dick was clutched on all sides by his three trembling com- panions, all trying to get through the door at one time, and they entered the room in a bunch.
 Never did they forget that sight. A big. square room; cold, damp and dirty. Five long tables with 8 coarse white cloth stretched across them occupied the middle of the room. At one end was 8 little dais with small kitchen table, on which were perched two weary look ing policemen, with only an oily smell- ing lamp between them. The station master whispered to one of them, who looked up with surprise at the group and, rising, walked to the forthest end of the room, and, stopping at the last table, mo- toned to Dick and his companions with his big, brawny hand. Then they knew that on thhtrough, wooden table, under that coarse, white clothxhey were about to look upon that which would number them from that moment amongst the most miserable or the most happy crea- lures on the face of the earth.
 It was most trying moment Each felt they could hear the others heart beat The policeman respectfully wait ed Dicks intimation to remove the cloth. Helen for moment put both hands over her eyes, and Dick drew closer to her; then nodded to the police man, who began to turn back the cloth. It caught on tack and all that was vis- ible was 8 familiar dark blue sleeve. It was an anxious moment. The man more firmly pulled the cloth making g littel square hole in it, which thev re- membered everafter;t swept it down. with sudden jerk but before anyone could speak a word Sara screamed out !:
 "It's the tramp! Thank the Lord it's the tramp in me masters, clothes!" IN o. Times Dem ocrat.