Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-21

 orI (which his hope is founded. Now he loves honor, too. and all things of Good report. He has been reared a Puritan. By chance, one day. 1t comes 10 him that his father was thief"
 The boy paused. For moment they heard only the voices of the night.
 He dreaded to tell her." Trove con tinued. yet he could not ask her to be his wife without telling. Then the question, Had he a right to tell? For his father had not suffered the penalty of the law and, mind you, men thought him honest"
 ssaTfs just" said Darrel. But tell me. how came he to know his father was a thiefY F.,
 laThat am thinking of, and before answer, is there more you can tell me q him or his people?"
 sDarrel rose and, lighting a torch of nine, stuck 1t in the ground; then he opened his leathern pocketbook and t6ok out a number of cuttings, much worn and apparently from old news p4pers. He put on his glasses and be- san to examine the cuttings.
 The other day" said he, T found an account of his mothers death. I had forgotten, but her death was an odd ttagedy."
 5And the tinker began reading slowly n follows:
 ssEhe an her mother. lady deaf an feeble, were alone, saving the servants h. a remote corner O the house. A sound woke her in the still night She Ny awhile, listening. Was it her bus band returning without his key? She rese, feeling her way in the dark an trembling with the fear of nervous woman. Descending stairs, she came into a room O many windows. The shades were up, an there was din moonlight in the room. A door with panels O thick glass led to the garden walk. Beyond it were the dark forms of men. One was peering in, bis face at a panel, another kneeling at the lock Suddenly the door opened. The lady fell fainting, with loud cry. Next day the Kidnapped boy was born"
 Darrel stopped reading, put the clip. ping into his pocketbook and smoth' cred the torch.
 Tt seems the woman died the same day" said he.
 And was my mother" The words came in broken voice.
 Half moment of silence followed them; then Darrel rose slowly, and 8 tremulous, deep sigh came from the lips of Trove
 sThy mother, boyrbsrre.whisppssred
 The fire had burned low, and the great shadow of the night lay dark up on them. Troye got to his feet anC came to the side of Darrel.
 Tell me, for Gods sake. man. tell me where Is my fatherr' said he.
 Hush, boy! Listen. Hear the wind in the trees" said Darrel.
 There was a breath of silence, broken by the boot of an owl and the stir of nigh branches. "Ye might as we'll ask O the wind or the wild owl, Darrel said. II cannot tell thee. Be calm. boy, and say how thou hast come to know"
 Again they sat down together, and presently Troye told him of those silent men who had ever haunted the dark and ghostiy house of his inheritance
 Iris thy mothers terror-an' thy fathers house--I make no doubt" said Darrel presently in deep voice. But. by, I cannot tell any Esn where IS tty father. not even thee. nor his name or the least thing tending to point him ort unfiHuntil I am released O me VOW. Be content. II I can find the man ere long thou shSit have word O him
 Trcve leaned against the breast os Gsrrei, shaking with emotion. His tale had come to an odd and fatefal cli- m&I-
 The old man stroked bis head ter- he-fy.
 "Ah- boy" ss,d be. T Fnov thy heart. I shah make haste--I promise thee I shall make haste. But If the good God should bring thy father to thee an thy head to shame an sorrow for his sin. forgive him, in ihe name O Christ. forgive bim Aya boy, thou must forgive all that trespass against thee
 '1f I ever see him he shall know am not ungrateful." said the young man.
 Trove and Darrel walked to the clear ing above Faraway. At a corner on the high hills. where nortbward they could see smoke and spire of distant villages. each took his way. one lead Ing to HIllsborough, the otber to Al lens.
 "Goodby. An when return l hope to hear the rest O thy tale said Oar rel as they parted
 sOnly God is wise enough to finish C" said the young man.
 s"weIl God help US: 'tis a world to see.'- Dsrrel quoted. waving his hand. 9f thy heart oppress thee, steer for the Blessed Isles"
 CHAPTER XIX.
 A BIG maple sheltered the house A of the Widow Vaughn After the noon hour of 6 summer
 H.r ifs sida of sAado-r began