Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-22

xut these webs might hav9 bsel the work of another splder," said th' l attorney.
 3'Tt matters not" Trovs insisted. "fo,
 tho webs were spun at least twslv'
 hours before the crime. One of then ] contains tho body of a rcd butterfly E with starred wings. We cut the wing that day, and Miss Vaughn put then
 in . book she was reading" Paul brought the wings, which ex
 actly iltted the tiny torso of the but terny. They could discern the foot l prints, one of which had broken tht
 ants road, while another was com pletely covered by the butterfly snare. Those tracks were made before thu webs, that is evident" said the attor
 ney. Do you know who made tho tracks r
 T do not" was the answer of tho
 young man.
 Trove remained at Robins Inn tha, night, and aeter the men had gone hs
 recalled circumstance that was like
 . flash of lightning in the dark of his great mystery.
 f Once at the Sign of the Dial his friend the tinker had shown him . pail of new boots. He remembered they
 were of the same size and shape as those he wore.
 We could wear the same boots,'
 he had remarked to Darrel.
 Had I to do such penance should
 be damned" the tinker had answered
 Look, boy, mine are the larger by far There's man coming to see me at the Christmas time, a man O busy feet That pair in your hands bought for him."
 Day before yesterday said Funk that evening, T was up in the sugar bush after a bit O hickory, an I see man there, an I didn't have no idee who twas. He was tall and had white hair an whiskers an a short blue coat. When first see him he was set tin on log, but fore I come nigh he got up an made off"
 Although meager, the description was sufficient. Trove had no longer any doubt of this-that the stranger he had seen at Darrers had been hid ing in the bush that day whose events were now so important.
 Whoever had brought the money, he must have known much of the plans and habits of the young man, and, the night before Trove's arrival at Robins Inn, he came probably to the sugar woods. where he spent the next day in hiding.
 The young man was deeply troubled. Polly and her mother sat well into the night with him, hearing tho story of his life, which he told in full, saving only the sin of his father. Of that he had neither the right nor the heart to tell.
 God only knows what is the next chapter" said he at last. Tt may rob me of a.. that love in this world"
 But not of me-" said Polly. whis- pering in his ear.
 "I wish I were sure of that" he an swered.
 Among those who got oil the train at Hillsborough one day was a big, handsome youth of some twenty years In all the crowd there were none had ever seen him before. Dressed in the height of fashion, he was a figure SO extraordinary that all eyes observed him as he made his way to the tavern. Trove and Polly and Mrs. Vaughn were in that curious throng on the platform, where depot was being built.
 My! What a splendid looking fel- lowr' said Polly as the stranger passed.
 Trove had swift pang of jealousy that moment. Turning. he saw Riley Brooke standing near them in a group of villagers.
 'I tell you. he's thief the boy heard him saying, and the words seem- ed to blister as they fell, and ever after when he thought of them a great sternness lay like shadow on his brow.
 "I must go." said he, calmly turning to Polly. "Let me help you into the wagon.v
 When they were gone he stood . mo- ment thinking. He felt as if he were friendless and alone.
 You're . giant today said a friend. passing him, but Trove made no an swer.. Reused incomprehensibly, his heavy muscles had become tense, and he had an odd consciousness of their power. The people were scattering, and he walked slowly down the street. The sun was low, but he thought not of home or where he should spend the night. It was now the third day after his arrest. Since noon be had been looking for Darrel. but the tinker's door had been locked for days. accord ing to the carpenter who was at work below. For an hour Trove walked. passing up and down before that fa- miliar stairway. fin the hope of seeing his friend. Daylight was dim when the tinker stopped by the stairs and began to feel for his key. The young man was quickly at the side of Dar- rel.
 God be praisedr' said the latter. Here Is the old Dial an the strong an noble Trove. I heard O thy trouble. boy. far on on the post road. an have made haste to come to thee"