Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-09-28

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 leisurely along on tn
 opposite side of the street he woul,
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 eyes of those he passed. Thcy drev
 away from him, and one spoke-to n
 one in particular and with an oath of | fensivc and fervid. But weather beat en, tanned. indifferently clad and witt . small brown dog following him, tn, newcomer passed along. oblivious t the sidelong scrutiny He did not star, about him after the manner of stran ger, though so far as he knew he hat never been in the place before.
 But Harry Sanderson now was no the man who had ridden into oblivion In the motor car. The rector of St James was in strange eclipse. Men tally and externally he had reverted to the old Satan Sanderson of tht
 brilliant flashing originality. of thu curt risk and daring. The deeply hu man and sensitive side that had devel Oped during his divinity years was 1T abeyanee. It showed itself only 1T the affection he bestowed on the little nameless dog that followed him like brown, shaggy shadow.
 Ho woe 1fI-o fhof olJ co1f of hic onE yet if he had but known it he was wonderfully like some one else, too some one who had belonged to the long ago and garbled past that still eluded him; some one who had been a part also of the life of this very town till little over month before. when he had left it with dread logging his footsteps!
 Curious coincidences had wrought together for this likeness. In the past weeks Harry had grown perceptibly thinner. A spare beard was now on his chin, and the fiery sun that had darkened his cheeks to sallow had frightened his brown hair shade. The cut on his brow had healed to the semblance of a thin red birthmark.
 Fate-or God-was doing strange things for Harry Sanderson.
 In the nomad weeks of wind and sun. as the tissues of the brain grew slowly back to state of normal ac- tion, the mind seized again and again upon the bitter question of his identi- ty. It had obtruded into clicking leagues on steel rails, into miles afoot by fruit hung lanes, on white Pacific shell roads under cedar branches, on busy highways. It had stalked into days of labor in hop fields. work with hand and foot that brought dreamless sleep and generous wage; into nights of less savory experience in city pur- lieus, where self forgotten man gamed and drank recklessly. auda- ciously, forbiddingly. Who was he? From what equation of life had he been eliminated? Had he loved any thing or anybody? Had he friend. any friend, in the world?
 The man of no memories gave no heed to the men on the street, who looked at him askance He sauntered along unconsciously, his hands thrust deep in his pockets. With a casual glance at the hotel across the way he entered saloon, where score of pa irons were standing at the bar or shaking dice noisily at the tables ranged against the wall The bartend- er nodded to his greeting. the slightest possible nod. The dog which had fol- lowed him into the place leaped up against him. its fore paws on his knee.
 Brandy, if you please" said the new arrival, and poured indolently from the bottle set before him.
 The conversation in the room had chilled. To its occupants the man who had entered was no stranger. He was Hugh Stires, returned unwelcome to a place from which he had lately van shed. Moreover, what they felt for aim was not alone the crude hatred which the honest toiler feels for the .rickster who gains living by devious There was an uglier suspi- ,ion afioat of Hugh Stires. 4 blue 'hirted miner called gruffly for his core, threw down the silver and went ut, slamming the swing door, The newcomer regarded none Of hem. He poured his glass slowly full, ipped from it and, holding it in his land, turned and glanced deliberately bout the place. He looked at every ,ody in the room. suddenly sensible of he hostile atmosphere. with what eemed careless amusement. Then le raised his glass. twill you join me, gentlemen?" he aid. There was but one response. 1 oiled, shambling figure. blear. white laired and hesitating. with a battered 'iolin under it's arm, slouched from a orner and grasped eagerly for the ,ottle the bartender contemptuously 'ushed toward him. No one else moved.
 The now arrival looked smiiingly !