Connecticut western news., 1919-01-30

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 Chickens and Two Small Shotes. the reading-an announcement which caused me and the children to clap our hands with joy.
 Mir. Racket thoughtfully repeated the words from Job with most im- pressive intonation.
 He passed the letter back to me nnd said:
 "All truei I have seen it sinking into the bones O the young and have seen 1t lying down with the aged in the dust O their graves. It is a big book-the one we are now opening. God help usi It has more pages than all the days O your life. Just think O your body. A brave and tender youth! It is like sponge. How it takes things in an holds 'em an feeds upon 'emi A part O every apple ye eat sinks down into yer blood an bones. Ye can't get 1t out. It's the same way with the books ye read an the thoughts ye enjoy. They go down into yer bones an ye can't get lem out. That's why I like to think O Michael Henry. His food is good thoughts and his wine Is laughter. had long visit with NJ. H. last night when ye were all in bed. His face was chunk O laughter. Oh, what limb .e l. l I wish could tell ye a.. the good things he said."
 'There comes Colonel Hand," said Mrs. Racket as she looked out of the window. "The poor lonely Whigl He has nothing to do these days but sit around the tavern"
 Colonel Hand was a surly-looling man beyond middle age, with large eyes that showed signs of dissipation. He had a small, dark tuft beneath his lower lip and thin, black, untidy hair.
 ''What do ye think has happenedf" he asked as he looked down upon us with q majestic movement of his hand 'The son O that old Bucltail, Ben Grimshaw, has been arrested ard brought to jail for murder"
 ''For murderT" asked Mir. and Mrs. Racket in one breath.
 ''For bloody murder, sir" the colonel went on. 'It was the shooting of that man in the town O Ballybeen a few weeks ago. Things have come to a pretty pass in this country, I should say. Talk about law and order; we don't know what it means here and why should we? The party in power is avowedly opposed to it-yes, sir. It hoe foftnnnd h,fl .1 tion. Do you think that the son O Ben Grimshaw will receive punish ment even if he Is proved guilty? Not at all. He will be protected-you mark my words" ..-
 He bowed and left us. When the door had closed behind him Mir. Racket said: ..t
 "Another victim horned by the Snapdragonl If a man were to be slain by a bear back in the woods Colonel Hand would look for guilt in the opposition party. Michael Henry, whatever the truth may be regarding the poor boy in jail, we are in no way responsible. Away with sadness What is that?"
 Mir. Racket inclined his ear and then added: Michael Henry says that he may be innocent and that we had bet ter go and see if we can help him. Now I hadn't thought O that. Had you. Mary?"
 "No," the girl answered.
 "We must be letting Mike go ahead of us always" said her father. "You saw the crime, believe" turning to me.
 I told them all I knew of it.
 Upon my word, like you, my brave lad" said the schoolmaster. 'I' heard of all this and decided that you would be help to Michael Henry and creditable student. Come, let us go and pay our compliments to the senator"
 The schoolmaster and I went over to MT. Wright's house--a white, frame building which had often been pointed out to me.
 Mrs. Wright, a fine-looliing lady who met us at the door, said that the sen ator had gone over to the mill with his wheelbarrow.
 'We've plenty of time and we'll wait for him." said the schoolmaster.
 'T see himi" said little John as he aud Ruth ran to the gate and down the rough plank walk to meet him.
 We saw him coming a little way down the street in his shirt-sleeves with his barrow in front of him. He