Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-16

great wagon. He had not been happy since he got home. Word of that even ing with the pretty Vaughn girl' had come to the ears of Allen.
 You're too young for that, boy" said he the day Trove came. You must promise me one thing-that you'll keep away from her until you are eighteen" :" In every conviction Allen was like the hills about him-there were small changes on the surface, but underneath they were ever the same rock boned, firm, unmoving hills.
 But I'm in love with her." said the boy, with dignity "It is more than l ran bear. tell you, sir, that l regard the young lady with-with deep affec- tion." He had often a dignity of phrase and manner beyond his years. ..Then it will last" said Allen. "You're only boy. and for awhile I know what is best for you"
 Troye had to promise, and as that keen edge of his feeling wore away doubted no more the wisdom of his fla ther. He wrote RoE aletteE quaint with boyish chivalry and frankness, one of a package that has lain these many years in old ribbons and the scent of lavender.
 He went to the Sign of the Dial as soon as he got to Hillsborough that day. Darrel was at home, and happy time it was. wherein each gave account of the summer. A stranger sat work ing at the small bench. Darrel gave him no heed, chatting as if they were quite alone.
 And what is theslnews in Hillsbor- oughw said Trove. bis part7of the story finished.
 Have ye not heard?'' said Darrel in . whisper. "Parson Hammond hath swapped horses"
 Trove began to laugh.
 May. that is not all," said the tinker. his pipe In hand. Deacon Swackham- mer hath smitten the head O Brooke. Oh, sor, twas comedy. Brooke gave him an ill sounding word. Swackham- mer removed his coat an flung it down. Deacon, lie there said he. Then each began, as it were, to bruise the head O the serpent. Brooke, poor man, he got the worst of It. An, sad to tell, his wife died the very next day"
 "Of whatf' Trove inquired.
 Marry. I do not know: it may have been joy" said the tinker. lighting bis pipe. "Ah. sor, Brooke Is tough. He smites the helping hand an sickens the heart O kindness. I offered him help an sympathy. an he made 1t all bitter with suspicion O me. I turned away an said to meself: 'Darrel, thy head is soft. A babe could brain thee with a lady's fan"
 Darrel puffed his pipe in silence a little tims.
 Every one hates Brooke" said Trove
 "well. I'd another chance to try the good law on him." said Darrel present ly. Tn July he fell sick O fever. an I delayed me trip to nurse him. Al length. when he was nearly well an | had come to his home one evening the Widow Glover met me at his door.
 "Tf ye expect money fer eomin' here xe better 20 on bout yer business. Brooke shouted from the bedroom. I cont need ye any more. an I'll send ye bushel O potatoes by n by. GOOC day
 Not A word O thanks-' the tinke exclaimed. Wrath O God! fea there is but one thing would softel him.
 "And what is that?"
 "A club" said Darrel But God fOr give me. | must put away anger. Sco fit went about that Brooke was to mai ry the widow. All were delighted. fo each party would be in the nature c a punishment Gods justice! They di seserve each other
 parrel shook with happiness and n lighted his pipe.
 '-Mayhsp ye've seen the dear lady. parrel went on she is large, bouI cuarrelsome-a weaver of some fit v~r-neither amiable nor fair to loo sssA Every one knows heT-a SUI vIv,< e two husbands an many a bai tie O high words.
 ~-Is it a case o' foreclosure. Brooke' says to him one day in the road
 Nc. sir he snaps out I had u tie mortgage a her furniture but IT rosng [ marry her for a hsipmeet sh fs q rrsNt unrker an uesr au- savir--