Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-04-15

charming house overlooking the botanical gardens. He asked me to go down with him to meet her. went against my bet ter judgment
 Towards midday the ship with its precious freight steamed up to the anchorage. shall never forget if 1 live to be hundred. Halkett was thoroughly of hi5 head. He laughed hysterically, he trembled, he did everything but behave like rational i being. He dashed up the gangway without waiting for me. 50 I let him go and made for the smoking room. Five minutes later someone clutched me by the arm. It was Halkett; his face was the color of dirty zinc. his lips were bloodless, his eyes glared horribly.
 Good heavens. man!" cried, what on earth's the matter?"
 Come away" he answered, "come away from this accursed ship! Oh man, man, take me away before I do something desperate!" l got him to a hotel, where he drank brandy enough to kill two men. and then said T suppose your curiosity's at work?"
 It was, but I didn't say so. pro posed game of billiards instead.
 "Confound your billiards!" he cried. She's thrown me over, old man, thrown me over for titled flop she's met on board. Ha, ha! isn't it funny i Isn't it good? And Jacob served seven years for Rachel and they seemed but few days-but few days, mark you. for he loved her. Do you understand me? You, there! For he loved her ha, ha!-he loved her after working I seven years for her-and she didn't jiIt him."
 quote from the diary of a famous explorer:
 Friday, December 29.-Broke camp at daybreak. The black boy, Rocca. missing. Waited three hours, but no sign; must push on. Our party now reduced to Halkett and myself. All very hopeless. Still the awful desert, interminable sand, spinifex and blue sky. Not vestige of herbage or sign of water. Four days since we filled the leather water-bags, and now there is only one left. Camped at sundown -15 miles done. All very footsore.
 Sunday, December 31.-New Years Eve. God help us, we are in piteous plight! Still the same sandy plains on all sides, the burning sun above and red hot sand beneath. Only two pints of water left, and then. Hal kett stil: the same kind soul: the mans pluck is nothing short of mar vellous. He told me his trouble to- day. What place for condolences! At midday agreed to separate in search of water. Halkett goes north west, and continue on in our present direction. Wonder if we are destined to meet again? A sad, sad New Years Eve.
 Monday, January l.; New Years Day.-Water at last. Thank God for all his mercies! The rescue party found me before nine o'clock. They have been on our tracks since Satur- day.
 After filling the water bags we set out to find Halkett We followed his tracks northwest and at nightfall came upon him lying beside dry rock-hole he was unconscious. We did our best to revive him and ultimately sue ceeded. But he was dying man and wandered in his talk, imagining him. self at home
 s Poor fellow!-poor Halkett!-the bravest, the most patient of our party.
 Looking up at the stars, with his right hand clasping locket he always wore, he whispered
 Poor little Barbara, wonder if she remembers!"
 tried to comfort him. but 1t was not needed. He seemed quite re- signed, and only asked me to sing . song, little ballad of which we were both very fond. The refrain runs: Just song at twilight. when the lights
 are low,
 And the fiickering shadows softly come
 and go.
 Though the heart be weary. sad the way
 and long,
 Still to us at twilight comes Loves old
 song.
 As I finished he said, with little sigh:
 Though the heart be weary-weary, Barbara; very-very-weary!"
 He was dead.