Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-09-26

rocket behind it, plunged heavily over the rim of the bluff into the river.
 A moment later the deep black wa ters of 'the hole" had closed above the mass of sentient steel. The swift current had smoothed away every trace of the strange monster it had en- gulfed, and there by the side of the track, huddled against the broken sig nal post, his clothing plastered. with mud and grime, mot:onless and with nasty cut on the temple, lay Harry Sanderson.
 A long, saturating peace, a deep and drenching darkness, had folded him. Duly at first, at length more insistent- ly and sharply, a rhythmic pulsing sound began to annoy the quietude K-track, k-track, k-track-it grew loud CT; it grew more momentous and ma terial it irritated the calm that had wrapped the animate universe As though from an immeasurable distance he heard low, continuous roar and now and again through the roar nearer voices.
 Harry awoke. His mind awoke, but his eyes did not open at once, for the gentle swaying that cradled him was pleasant, and the untitled clack and hum soothed him like opium. He open ed his eyes. It was daylight He was lying on dusty boards that rattled and vibrated beneath him, the floor of an empty freight car in motion. A small brown dog, an abject, muddied and shivering morsel, was snuggled close to his side. It whined as if with joy to see his eyes opened, and its stubby tail beat the floor
 Harry turned his head. Two men in dingy garments were seated on the floor little distance away thumbing decrepit pack of cards over an empty box. He could see both side faces, one weather beaten and good humored, the other crafty-knights of the road.
 The sudden movement had sent momentary twinge to his temple He put up his hand. It touched a coarse handkerchief that had been bound tightly about 1t. The corner hung down. It was soiled and stiff with blood. What was he doing there? Where was he? Who was he?
 It came to him with a start that he actually for the moment did not know who he was-that he had ridiculously slipped the leash of his identity. He smiled at his predicament. He would lie quietly for few moments, and it would come. Of course 1t would come!
 Yet it did not come, though be lay many moments, the fingers of his mind fumblilg for the latch of the closed door. He had walked perfectly well, all save the slight cut on his temple and that was clearly superficial, a mere scratch. Not trouble or anxie- ty marred his soul. His mind was as Clear and light as lark's. Body and brain together felt as if they had never had a serious ache in the world. But all that had preceded his awakening was gone from him as completely as though 1t had had no existence.
 Stealthily he rose to a sitting posture and, with frown of humorous per plexity, took swift and silent in ventory. He scanEcd his clothing. His coat was threadbare and, with mud. oil and coal dust. was in a more dis reputable state. His wristbands were grimy, and one csfflink had been torn away. He had no hat.
 He bethought himself of his pockets and went through them methodically one by one. They yielded several dol lars in coin, a penknife and tiny gold cross, but not letter. not a scrap of paper. nothing to serve him. The gleam of ring on his finger caught his eye. Ho ribbed away the dirt and