Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-03-02

his party's campaign fund. The twen- tieth saved the orphans from the coun- ty,. while the tithe gave the county to his party.
 He occupied a kitchen chair, enjoy ing the society of some chickens in . wired inclosure behind the new Italian villa he had erected in that part of Canaan where he would be most un- comfortable, and he looked woodenly at the reporter when the latter put his question.
 lief you any aguaintunce of Mister Fear?" he inquired in return, with no expression decipherable either upon his Gargantuan face or in his heavily enfolded eyes.
 "Ne, sir" replied the reporter, grin ming. II never ran across him."
 Dot iss a goot ting fer you," said MT. Farbach stonily. 'He iss not a man boobies bedder try to run across. It iss what Cory tried. Now Cory iss dead"
 The reporter, slightly puzzled. lit cigarette. 'See here. Mir. Farbach," he urged, T only want word or two about this thing, and you might give me brief expression concerning that man Louden besides, just hint of what you think of his influence here, you know, and of the kind of sharp work he practices. Something like that"
 II see." said the brewer slowly. Happy Fear l hef knowt for goot many years. He iss a goot frient of mine."
 "What?"
 ''Choe Louten iss a bedder one," con tinued Mr. Farbach, turning again to stare at his chickens. "Git owit."
 ''What?"
 "Git owit," repeated the other with out passion, without anger, without any expression whatsoever. "Git owit."
 The reporters prejudice against the German nation dated from that mo- ment.
 There were others, here and there, who were less self contained than the brewer. A farmland struck fellow laborer in the harvest field for speak ing i'll of Joe, and the unraveling of strange street fight one day disclosed as its cause like resentment on the part of blind broommaker, engen- dered by a like offense. The broom makers companion. reading the Toe sin as the two walked together, had begun the quarrel by remarking that Happy Fear ought to be hanged once for his own sake and twice more ito show up that shyster Louden." Warm words followed, leading to extremely material conflict, in which, in spite of his blindness, the broommaker had so much the best of it that he was re- moved from the triumphant attitude he had assumed toward the person of his adversary, which was an admirable imitation of the dismounted St. George and the dragon, and conveyed to the jail. Keenest investigation failed to reveal anything oblique in the mans record. To the astonishment of Ca naan, there was nothing against him. He was blind and moderately poor, but Q respectable. hardworking artisan and a pride to the church in which he was what has been called an "actlve work er." It was discovered that his sensi- tiveness to his companion's attack on Joseph Louden arose from the fact that Joe had obtained the acQuittal of m imbecile sister of the blind man, two thirds witted woman who had been charged with bigamy..
 The Tocsin made what 1t could of this, and so dexterously that the wrath of Canaan was one farther jot increas- ed against the shyster. Aye. the town was hot, inside and out. -
 Let us consider the forum. Was there ever before such a summer for the National House corner? How voices first thundered there, then cracked and piped, is not to be ren. dered in all the tales of the fathers. One who would make vivid the great doings must indeed "dip his brush fin earthquake and eclipse" Even then he could but picture the credible and must despair of this-the silence of Eskew Arp. Not that Eskew held hls tongue, not that he was chary of speech-no! o tempora, o mores. No. But that he refused the subject fin hand, that he eschewed expression up- on it and resolutely drove the argu- ment in other directions, that he achieved such superbly un-Arplike in- consistency, and with such rich mate rial for his sardonic humors, not at arms length. not even so far as his finger tips. but beneath his very palms, he rejected it. This was the impossible fact.
 Eskew-there Is no option but to de- clare-was no longer Eskew. It is the truth. Since the morning when Ariel Tabor came down from Joe's office, leaving her offering of white roses in that dingy, dusty. shady place. Eskew had not been himself. His comrades observed it somewhat in physical diff. ference. one of those alterations which may come upon men of his years sud denly. like a ''sea change" His face was whiter. his walk slower. his voice filed thinner. He creaked louder when he rose or sat. old always from his boyhood. he had in the turn of a hand become aged. But such things come and such things go. After eighty there are ups and downs. People fading away one week bloom out pleasantly the next. and resiliency is not at all a