Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-25

or your employer, MT. Pickering, or that damned hound Morgan, or you damn you, don't know who or what you are!-think you can scare me away from here. you've walked up the wrong man; and I'll tell you another thing.-and you may repeat 1t to your school teachers and to MT. Pickering. who pays you. and to Morgan, whom somebody has hired to kill me,-that I'm going to keep faith with my dead grandfather, and that when I've spent my year here and done what that old man wished me to do. I'll give them this house and every acre of ground and every damned dollar the estate carries with it. And now one other thing! I suppose there's sherif or some kind of constable with jurisdic- ton over this place; and l could have the whole lot of you put into jail for conspiracy, but I'm going to stand out against you alone. you understand me. you hypocrite. you stupid, slinking spy? Answer me. quick, before I throw you out of the room!"
 had worked myself into a great passion and fairly roared my chal. lenge. pounding the table in my rage.
 Yes. sir: quite understand you. sir. But I'm afraid. sir"
 "0f course you're afraiH" shouted. enraged anew by his halting speech. You have every reason in the world to be afraid. You've probably heard that I'm a bad lot and . worthless ad- venturer: but you can tell Sister The resa or Pickering or anybody you please that I'm ten times as bad as I've ever been painted. Now clear out of here!"
 knocked about the library all morn ing without easing my spirit. and after luncheon went on for tramp. Winter had indeed come aud pos sessed the earth. and 1t had given me a new landscape. The snow continued to fall In great. heavy flakes, and the ground was whitening fast.
 A rabbits track caught my eye and followed 1t. hardly conscious that I did 50. Then the clear print of two small shoes mingled with the rabbits trail. A few moments later I picked up an overshoe, probably lost in the chase by one of Sister Theresa's girls. reflected. I remembered that while at Tech had collected . diversity of memorabilia from school girl acquaint- ances, and here l was beginning . new series with a string of beads and an overshoe.
 A rabbit Is always an attractive quarry. Few things besides riches are % elusive, and the little fellows have. I am sure. . shrewd humor peculiar to themselves. I rather envied the school girI who had ventured forth for walk in the first snow storm of the season. and recalled Aldrich's turn on Gau- tiers lines as I followed the double trail:
 sHowe'er you tread. tiny mould
 Betrays that light foot all the same: Upon this glisteninG. snowy fold
 At every step it signs your name"
 A pretty autograph. indeed! The snow fell steadily and I tramped on over the joint signature of the girl and the rabbit. Near the lake they parted company. the rabbit leading oR at a tangent. on . line parallel with the lake. while his pursuer's steps pointed toward the boat house.
 There vas. % far as 1 knew. onIy one student of adventurous blood sf St Agatha's. and I vas not in the least surprised to zee. on the little sheltered balcony of the boat house, the red tam. o'-shanter. She wore. too. the covert coat remembered from the day I saw her first from the wall. Her back was toward me as I drev near: her hands were thrust into. her pockets. She vas evidently enjoying the soft ulng- ling q the snow with the still. blue vafsrs of the lake: and . girl and . snow storm are. if yuu aak ny opin- ion. pretty eozbinafjon- The fact of . giri's fskias . winter etorm argues nishfily h her favr.-sestines if you uiIl allou n4 to . sersse and daunt- lsss sp1r1t 1or oae thine. snl . sunl o1nsfizufion poe anefh9.
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