Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-31

know the tricks of these fellows"
 Here we are," interrupted Paul quickly. Somehow it irritated him to hear this hardened sinner speak of Sylvia, and he began to think that Grexon Hay had deteriorated. Not that he was considered to be particu- larly good at Torrington school. In fact, Paul remembered that he had been thoroughly disliked However, he had no time to go into the matter, for at this moment Aaron appeared at the door of the shop. He stepped out on to the pavement as Paul ap- preached. Come in," he said. T want to see you-privately," he added, cast ing frightened look at Hay.
 ''In that case I'll leave you." said Grexon, disengaging his arm from Paul. "Dulcinea must wait for an other occasion. Go in and do your business. I'll wait without"
 Paul thanked his friend by a look and went into the shop with the old man. That brooch" said Aaron in timid whisper have you got 1t? Give it Ome-quick-
 There was no one in the shop, as Bart had apparently gone out on an errand The door leading to the stairs, down which Sylvia had so often de scended, was closed, and no one was about to overhear their conversation. T have the brooch said Paul, but
 Give it to me-give it." pantcd Aaron. .'I'll buy it-at a large price. Ask what you want"
 Why are. you so eager to get it?" demanded Beecot, astonished.
 That's my business" said Norman in suddenly imperious manner. T want it. The stones take my fancy" he ended weakly.
 Was that why you fainted?" asked Paul suspiciously.
 No" The man grew white and leaned against the counter, breathing heavily. Where did you get the brooch?" he asked. trying to keep himself calm, but with visible effort.
 T got it from my mother, and she received it from my father
 "Beecot-Beecot," said the old man, lingering his lips, much agitated. T know no one of that name save your- self, and you are not spy-a scoun. drel-a-a"- He caught the eyes of Paul fixed on him in amusement and suddenly changed his tone. Excuse me, but the brooch reminds me of trouble.
 ''Mr. Norman" said Beecot gravely, ''what is the story connected with the brooch?"
 Aaron flung up his hands and backed toward the counter Don't ask me. What do you mean? I know no story of brooch. What brooch? I never saw one-I never-ah"-he broke of in relief as two pale faced, spectacled girls entered the shop-''customers. What is 1t, ladies? How can [ serve you?' And he hustled away behind the counter, giving all his attention to the customers, yet not without side long look in the direction of the per plexed Paul.
 That young gentleman, finding. it i'm: possible to get further speech with Aaron and suspecting from his man. ner that all was not right, left the shop. He determined to take the brooch to Wargrove himself and ask his mother about it. Then he could learn why she wanted 1t back-if not from her, then from his father. This knowledge might explain the mys- tery.
 Did you sell the brooch?" asked Grexon as they walked up Gwynne street. {,
 No. have to send 1t back to my and"-
 Hold on" cried Hay, stumbling. Orange peel-ah''-
 His stumble knocked Paul into the middle of the road A motor car was coming down swiftly. Before Hay could realize what had taken place i Paul was under the wheels of the ma ,hine.