Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-03-22

LrdSeFSeu ulc sewers. An lQSplratlOn came to me. I started for the water front, asking my way every block or two Near the East river met DO. liceman-a big, husky, good hearted Irishman.
 Gan you tell me-" I said, "who can give me information about rats?''
 Rats" he repeated. What d. ye wan t know about thim?'
 Everything I said. They've just given me job on the New York Trib- une," added proudly.
 He smiled good naturedly. He had looked through me at glance.
 "Just say 'Tribune,'" he said. ''Ye don't have t say New York Tribune here. Come along wi me-" He took me to dozen or more of the dock masters. Give i'm lift, my hearty" he said l to the first of them. Hes a green hand"
 I have never forgotten the kindness :! of that Irishman, whom I came to know we'll in good time. Remembering ihol udS anu ul" SICCtCll him with hearty God bless the Irish!' every time passed him, and he would answer, Amen, an save yer riverince."
 He did not leave me until I was on my way home loaded with fact and | fable and good dialect with savor of the sea in it.
 
 Hope and Uncle ED were sitting to- gether in his room when I returned
 Guess I've got job." I said, try ing to be very cool about it.
 "A job" said Hope eagerly as she rose "Where?'
 "With Mir. Horace Greeley" I an- swered. my voice betraying my ex- citement
 "Jerusalem" said Uncle ED. "Is it possible?'
 That's grand"' said Hope. "Tell us about it."
 Then I told them of my interview with the great editor and of what I had done since.
 "Ye done wonderfully said Uncle Eb, and Hope showed quite as much pleas | ure in her own sweet way.
 was for going to my room and be- ginning to write at once. but Hope said it was time to be getting ready for dinner
 When we came down at half after 6 we were presented to our host and the guests of the evening-handsome men ;,, F,,Y o,,H Mfr Livingstone was among them. I felt rather cheap in my frock coat, al- though had thought it grand enough for anybody on the day of my grad uation. Dipner.announced. the gentle men rose and offered escort to the la dies. and Hope and Mrs. Fuller reliev- ed our embarrassment by conducting us to our seats-women are so delft in those little difficulties.
 The dinner was not more formal than that of every evening in the Full Ter home-for it's master was a rich man of some refinement of taste-and not at all comparable to the splendid hospitality one may see every day at the table of a modern millionaire. But if did seem very wonderful to US. then. with its fine hammered servants. its flowers. it's abundant silver. Hope had written much to her mother of the de- tails of department at John Fuller's table. and Elizabeth had delicately i'm parted to us the things we ought to know. We behaved well, have since been told. although we got credit for 1 poorer appetites than we possessed. ! Uncle ED took no chances and refused ! everything that had look of mystery and suggestion of peril, dropping a droll remark betimes that sent ripple of amusement around the table.
 John Trumbull sat opposite me, and even then l felt curious interest in him-a big. full bearded man, quite six feet tall. his skin and eyes dark, his hair iron gray, his voice deep like Da- vid's. c<>ed not get over the impress sion that had seen him before-a feel ing I have had often facing men could never possibly have met. No | word came out of his firm mouth un- ! less he were addressed, and then all in hearing listened to the little he had to say. It was never more than some very simple remark. In his face and form and voice there was abundant heraldry of rugged power and oxlike vitality.
 have seen bronze head of Daniel l Webster. which. with full beard and an ample covering of gray hair. would have given one a fairly per : feet idea of the look of John Trum- bull. Imagine it on n tall and power full body. and let it speak with a voice that has in it the deep and mu- sical vibration one may hear in the perfectly as my feeble words can help you to do this remarkable man who must hereafter play before you his part-compared to which mine is as the prattle of a child-in this drama of Gods truth.
 You have not heard" said Mrs Fuller. addressing me. how Mir. Trumbull saved Hopes life"
 Saved her lifer' I exclaimed.
 'Saved her life.'' she repeated There isn't a doubt of it. We never sent word of it for fear it would give you all needless worry. It was a day of last winter-fell crossing Broadway. a dangerous place. He pulled her aside just in time. The horses feet were raised above her. She would have been crushed in a moment. He 7 lifted her in his arms and carried her to the sidewalk not a bit the worse