Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-01

scullery and cautiously approached the place where the meteor had plowed it's way into the ground. The stones were filtered with debris, but the velocity of the heavy mass had been so great that a comparatively clean cut was made through the pavement.
 The air was warm with the hot breath of an oven, and it was as much as Philip could bear when he stood OH the brink of the hole and peeped in At good depth, nearly half his own height he estimated, he saw round ball firmly imbedded in the earth. It was duly red, with its surface all cracks and Assures as the result of the water poured onto 1t. Much larger than football, it seemed to him at first sight to be the angry eye of some colossal demon glaring up at him from a dark socket. But the boy was ab- soiutely stranger to fear. He pro cured the handle of mop and prodded the meteor with 1t. The surface felt hard and brittle. Large sections broke away. though they did not crumble, and he received a sharp reminder of the potency of the heat still stored be- low when the wood burst into sudden flame.
 This ended his Investigations for the night. He used the sacking to block up the window, replenished the fire, set his coat to dry and dragged his mattress from the bedroom to the front of the fire. The warmth within and without the house had made him intol- erably drowsy, and he fell asleep while murmuring his prayers, a practice abandoned since the hour of his moth CTS death.
 In reality Philip was undergoing a novel sort of Turkish bath, and the precipitation induced thereby probably saved him from a dangerous cold. He slept long and soundly. There was no need to atteId to the fire. Long ere the coal in tho gate was exhausted the presence of the meteor had pene- trated the surrounding earth, and the house was far above its normal tenn perature when he awoke.
 The sun had risen in cloudless sky. A lovely spring morning had succeed ed night of gloom and disaster, and the first sound that greeted his won- dering ears was the twittering of the busy sparrows on the housetops. Of course he owned neither clock nor watch. These articles, with many oth- CTS, were represented by bundle of pawn tickets stuffed into one of the envelopes of his mothers packet of letters. But the experience of even few weeks had taught him roughly how to estimate time by the sun, and he guessed the hour to be 8 o'clock or thereabouts.
 His first thought was of the meteor. His toilet was that of primeval man, being mere matter of rising and stretching his stiff limbs. While lac ing his boots he noticed that the floor was filtered with tiny white specks, the largest of which was not bigger than grain of bird seed. These were the particles which shot through the broken window during the previous night He picked up few and ex- amined them. They were hard, cold to the touch and dull white color.
 On entering the yard he saw hun dreds of these queer little rough peb- bles, many of them as large as peas, some the size of marbles and Q few bigger ones. They had evidently flown on all sides, but, encountering lofty walls, save where they forced a way through the thin glass of the window, had fallen back to the ground. Interspersed with them he found pieces of broken stone and jagged Jumps of material that looked and felt like iron.
 By this time the meteor itself had cooled sufficiently to reveal the nature of its outer crust. It appeared to be an amalgam of the dark ironlike min eral and the white pebbles. Through one deep Assure he could still see the fiery heart of the thing. and he i'm aglned that when the internal heat had quite exhausted itself the great ball would easily break into pieces, for 1t was rent in all directions.
 His first exclamation was one of thankfulness.
 T am jolly glad that thing didn't fall on my head" he said aloud, forgetting