The Press. (Stafford Springs, Conn.) 1883-1935, 1907-02-06

OI b r1u0 D1mlOW COmp0l16U hIl0y
release. By a chance shot DimloW
hit the sheriff's horse in the mouth
during this encounter, badly wound
ing the animal Later posse located
Dimlow and his partner in a shanty
n. the vicinity. Riley was captured
vt this time, and Dimlow was shot il
he back of the head and shoulders
With charge from shot gun Ever
in his wounded condition he managed
to escape. but he still carries some OF
the shot received at that time. Fol
a brief period about this time Dim.
low made his headquarters at the
Dorsey place, in the Roaring Brook
district of Wilmington. He then
transferred his activities to Maine
and New Hampshire, and the same
boldness that characterized his opera
tions in this field were in evidence in
that section. In the police court in
Tiltop, N. H., he was bound over for
burglary, and or the first Wednesday
in November he was sentenced to not
more than Is years and not less than
ten years. AS his health is not par
ticularly good, it is doubtful if he
lives to serve out his sentence.
Rumor and q Reply.
The following letter which ap.
peared in last Saturdays Willimantic
Daily Chronicle is of local interest -
Stafford Springs, Conn.,.
Feb. 1, 1907.
Ny Dear Chronicle Fl hardly know
wasether to shed smile or q tear at
your we'll meaning mention of my
name on the list of fit subjects for the
vacant pastorate of st. Joseph's. The
thing is among the unmentionables.
am not at all in the race for coolest.
astical preferments. Although, with
the most laborious digging, the pay
dirt of the Stafford Mine assays very
little to the ton, I am not prospecting
after a richer vein. Why should I
pull stakes and quit these diggings
I have still great deal of picking
and shoveling to do, with my own
hands, before having sunken a shaft
so deep as to pan out good day q
wages for successor.
The work is well-nigh done, how.
ever. On it's completion, in the near
future, to lay the mining metaphor
aside, it is we'll understood between
my Right Reverend Superior and me,
that I shall prefer-if not deserve
re-motion instead of a pro motion.
Besides, it is not often that bish-
op appoints as pastor over a church
one who was born, as was, within q
good stones throw from the edif1ce,
and whose boyhood was spent mostly
among those who under such an ap.
pointment would be his spiritual sub
jects. Much as love my native
hearth and altar 1 would not like to
labor near them. It would turn the
poetry of youth to prose, and convert
the rosy dreams of childhood into a
thorny nightmare.
Imagine, too, what dangerous union
of Church and State there would seem
to be if Native Mayor and Native
Pastor were to occupy in the same
city two parallel thrones And es.
pecially suspicious would it appear il
the community should find out that
the Native Mayor and the Native Pas
tOF in oil
each other, and had entered into the
first Combination in Restraint OF
Trade" ever known in Willimantic
Some residents might still be living
who remembered how the two future
rulers of their equals and superiors,
while ten yearold youngsters dwell
ing on Pleasant street, gave early
signs of their thirst for Office and
leadership, by monopolizing the thea.
tire and circus trade, giving shows in
barns for the boys and girls, and cir.
cuses in Hayden's lot, raising the
Price of admission to one cent. No,
no; a Thousand cherished memories
forbid.
Bishops probably are aware, too,
that no pastor, however spotless his
boy hood may have been, is particu.
larly painting after a promotion that
would enable him to look down, from
the dizzy heights of the puplit, upon
sea of upturned faces, to recognize,
during his most sublime passage, half
of the old boys with whom he used
to go in swimming, and half of the
old girls with whom he used to play
tag, etc. No, no. The poetry of
the first childhood must remain un-
broken till the second childhood be.
gins and ends.
But my letter is too long already.
This is not what I'm supposed to get
my salary for. ! must get back to
my pick and shovel again. / have q
long row to hoe yet in Stafford, to
have the harvest ready for my sue
cessor.
Yours very oontentedly,
Felix J. O'Neill.