Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-06-07

how to trip the light fantastic in the little frisks they hold in the barns. Murray, too, is here-do you remem- Der him? His ambition is equally high soaring with mine; he is to teach the fiddle Che dare not say the violin, or he would have no pupils). AS for yourself-go thou and do likewise. Find some young ideas, and teach them how to shoot-something, any, thing. We are all scattered for the present; stranded-like snags along the river. But it is not for long. Burr will be acquitted; Goa bless him, and then we will all go back in blaze of glory"
 And Winslow, too, took this hope ful view. Of course his leader, too wise, too brainy for trickery, must sue ceei in proving his innocence-proving that he was no traitor, no arch-plot- ter against the nations peace. For whatever light the lamp of history may have thrown upon it, the accusation of Aaron Burr seemed to Winslow as a willful bit of party slander, wrecking the hopes and destroying the prospects of innocent men; fabrication found- ed upon malice, and fostered by ig- norance and sycophancy.
 And here, as in St. Louis, he had no hesitation in freely speaking his mind, with small respect for authority If here, too, he met with no opposition, it was mainly due to ignorance, not of the facts, merely, but of the parties concerned. One afternoon, at sunset, Winslow walked along one of the narrow by paths which diverged from the main road. Elder blossoms waved their parasols of snow on either side, and a multitude of wild roses trespassed on the right of way. At the end of the view rose pile of clouds, downy and purple, a royal couch for the sun.
 Suddenly, in the hollow of a rail fence, and from over the top of a screening tangle, Winslow espied bit of blue cotton. Seen closer, this took the form of a sunbonnet, and inspec- tion revealed a girls face beneath. Perched on the highest rail, her hands tightly clasping the bar, she made an attractive spot in the landscape. But a nearer view marred the effect. Her face was white with dismay, her jaws apart in fright. For in the grass at her feet. as if waiting her first move ment to attack, was a snake-long. mottled, ugly.
 One blow of the stout cane Winslow carried, and the thing, vengeful in death, writhed with impotenti swing of its ringed tail There was a pause. and the girl drew a long shuddering breath.
 I'm ever so much obliged" was all she said, but the grateful sigh lent dig nifty to the words.
 Don't mention it, beg" and Wins low stood gravely regarding her from his own point of vantage.
 She climbed from the rall, stepping gingerly as if to avoid the yet quiver- ing snake.
 Winslow extended his hand to help her; she was about to take it, for the first time closely observing him. Then, with a sharp cry, she backed away from him, and leaned upon the fence, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. No, mo-" she murmured.
 He smiled reassuringly. Does this bandage alarm you? It is nothing a mere scratch"
 To his amazement. she fell to sob ping. her face buried in her folded hands.
 Stepping close to her, he said, kind ly: You are unnerved by your recent fright; do not want to leave you un- til you are quite calm; shall We walk on together?"
 Still she did not answer. Al a loss, and loath to leave her, for night was falling, Winslow persisted: Other snakes may come to the funeral of theiI feilos--it is lo~ and damp tere: core"
 sse seemed so young and helpless, 2 timid chEd. He gently touched her shoulder. Cone"
 SuL she shook of his touch. and. raising her eyes, met his with look of mingled fear and defiance. You must not touch me-you mus: not speak to me Go on. oh, phase go on"
 He made DO reply. but his glance of cold inquiry travelled from her to the yet vrithing snake, and back again. To the disdainful reproach of his manner she hastened to say: Yes, know you saved mel am not ungrateful, but, oh. no-I can't forget!"
 Winslow was puzzled and not a little angry. Was the girl crazy? He was tempted to leave her and return to the inn. He vas tired the dew fell heavily. and his vound-not yet healed. vas aching He was in no mood for rustic ooquetry nor maiden caprice But the lane vas lonely. sum- set clouds were now a bank of blaek-- ness in a fast darkeninz sky: he ought not to go without the offer. al least. of escort So. eurbing his impatiencs, he said: Pray explain: you cannot forget-vhai!" I
 Her voice sank to an a-ed whisper as she replied: That night iu the forest: your faoe-ani. and his.-
 In a fash It occurred to him that she alluded in some mysterious way to the night of his struggle in the