Pittston Gazette

              E9TABT.ISHED18SO. » VOL. XLV. NO. l* t Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1804. A Weekly local and Family Journal. mfin m T\7T7 ATI rC AT TV "io hai1 sP°fon- He haC1 started and 'I II |i' I 'I I IV 1 1/ 11 lil III || muttered something beyond doubt when I! fj I 11 11 \ l\ 11 T III 11J11 1 J»eiitiouwl the name of Darell. * v/UlillL U1 v" UXJ1/ | "Nothing," said Scroggie, returning [with a quick glance the inquiring look 5 which I gave him. "And. moreover,'' I then resumed, "if I am not mistaken, my learned "Yes,'*■ saiCl I, stirring tho fire into a haps if i, Ctul it itiif-iit Imve created * wrong ijnprossion. 1 wished to thank— I wishoCl to—to— Yes, I'l l going to travel." river C .winu Ik'Iow, the first reflection i t snm.M! must, J knew, meet my eyes, r diil ni*111 look out into  ly; never did a sailor, wree.ked i To C'scu]v ;is S( lull us J isiblo from * I snino oho stepped abruptly in my path uiiCl turned the light of a dark lant' i n full in my faco. It was a constable, who eyed use with evident suspicion. walk after you had lalir rt on me. i w;is noariiig the White House when I noticed a gentleman looking at me intently. Soon he addressed mo, saying, Excuse me, general, but aren't you afraid of catching cold?' 'Why, sir, no, not that I am aware of. What is the mat ter, sir?' 'Well,' said tho gentleman, 'it is very damp, and you are going about in your slippers.' I tell you, sir," said Sheridan, addressing his Mexican friend, "you made me ridiculous. It is my habit, sir, to put my shoes on my desk where I cannot fail to see them, so I may not forget to put them on. and, confound ii, sir, you come aro"- ] hero with your notions of propriety i send me around town in my slipp sir."—Boston Herald. blazi "It's a habit which seems to have become a necessary part of his existence. As you or I may derive pleasure, for example, from a quaint thought, so Bowser derives pleasure from the sound of gold. In fact, he fancies that he does not deserve to gain Alice Darell's whole heart until he has succeeded in clearing up the mystery as to who murdered her father. It is a strange mistake. I know Miss Darell well, and although I have never mentioned this subject to her I am convinced that she would be the first to dissuade him. Indeed I have no donbt. she has done so already if she knows anything about his scheme." this disturbing «Iom HUNGARIANS BLOWN UP more I. to me ;» grave ntsosstfy. it was inqxi siblo for mo to consult with Huso laC1i "America?" I suggested i, -watch more anxiously th:iri 1 watched f..r morning. If I raised my he;iCl from |]4 ■ pillow onco and strained tiaitiI tliey ached I must have done so dozens of times. now concerning this scheme of Bo\ "When I lr lentil Died Bowser's name awl told lriri who I was, tho man appeared satisfied, for he said, "Come this way," and making a beckoning motion With liis lantern walked down the road. Some thing in his manner suggested'a dreadful thought. A question was on my lips, hut I feared to ask it and followed him in silence. Twelve Pounds of Dynamite Put Under a Eoarding House. CHAPTER I. "That depends, " he replied quickly Without loss of tiuu KTOggU ser s, It was a winter night. I was sitting over the Are at my chambers in the Middle Temple, and my friend, Frank Bowser, was pacing about the room. —"that depends on circumstances. I'm waiting fgr a—fur instructions. Anyhow," houdded, "I'mgoing to travel." must, be effected niv ev and Fraiilc Bow-' r. I had reason to con jectnre, could aid me. Yet I knew, nn friend and Miss Darell are engaged." Again Bowser nodded, Now that lie had relieved his mind of the confession Ik* licgan to grow drowsy and freqnt nt!y nodded at the fire, as though lie were bidding it adieu, but. as soon as he fell into a doze lie would get a start and gaze about him with a frightened look in his eyes. Then, as soon as ho caught a glimpse of 1110 quietly smoking my pipe, lie would smile, mutter "All right" and go off into another doze. 1 had thiowu iii3"s»'lf upon the lxDd in mydrissing piwn, ready to carry out my plan of action. At last, as though moved hy a breeze, f saw a faint glimmer liri aking beneath the blackness. At the same time, with that strange confidence which one places in the will at its weakest moments, I closed my eyes und waited, and so I fell into a sleep agaiust winch i nail struggle*! successfully for hours, and which 1 cannot even now look back upon without a pang, for much of tho trouble which soon followed might have been averted, 1 have little doubt, if I had kept wakeful and watched. less I took niv leave with r THREE KILLED AND TEN INJURED. "Arthur," said he, stopping suddenly and tossing a bag of gold toward the ceiling, "I shall soon claim the hand of Alice Darell now." "But," I said—"but there is a clause in the engagement. Miss Darell has lost her father, who met his death under circumstances of a very painful nature. In a word, Miss Darell's father was murdered." tact, that 1 should can idcrabli Aline Dare 11 great anxiety, for she sat reading Tramps Are Sunpected of the Crime, and thoughts. Robbery Is Supposed to Have Been the I therefore passed another half hour ill a state of mental agony, conversing on trivial subjects with Miss Pilkington over cups of tea, and when 1 rose and held out my hand she said in a lofty manner: At a corner of the road we found another constable. Ho came forward as we approached and turned his lantern upon me as the other had done. Motive—The l*roprietor of the Boarding Again he pitched the bag of gold into the air, and the pieces of money, clinking together, sent forth a low, ringing aound. House Arrested. At this moment I happened to be looking straight at Scroggie, and a dark shadow seemtHi to gather over his faca The expression startled me and vanished.WlLKEsn.U'.HE, Pa., Oct. 20.—A large Hungarian boarding liousoat Laurel Run, this county, was blown to atoms*by dynamiters, and three of the inmates killed outright, four fatally injured and half a dozen seriously hurt. "Frank Bowser is mad," said Hcrog- "Friend of his," said my conductor, introducing me, "friend from tho temple.""Bowser," said I, drawing my armchair closer to the fire, "this is a dangerous scheme. It will end in disaster. Take my advice and don't pursue it further." gle. 'J * * "Tell Mr. Bowser when you see him that, I like punctuality. I havo been accustomed to it, in India, all my life. Good evening." "Tomorrow evening," said I, "Miss Pilkington—an aunt with whom Miss Darell is living—expects me to afternoon tea. I shall go early, ami before Bowser arrives try to learn what they know about the matter. I shudder when I think what may happen." "You're tired, " said I at a moment when I thought lie appeared to be looking in niv direction. "Stav!" said Bowser as I was about manner Right," said the other inasnapping The killed aro Frank Nowaski, aged 23, single; Michael Callebe, aged 30, married; George Sllosky, aged 28, married. Maeallister Mcllheuny loved the gi* and wished to make her his, but some thing in her manner stood him off. How She Settled It. to continue. "Let me tell tho story as I heard it from Alice Darell." I said, "By all means," and leaning back in my chair I waited for Bowser to proceed. 1 now observed a third lantern flashing about down a dark turning, which appeared to lead to some entrance into the C locks, for there was the shadow of a gateway beyond. In the old collego days Bowser had gained a reputation for recklessness, and he had not changed in character since. As I expected, his answer was a laugh. "I'm going,"■-%«* Ills reply, hunting his eyes and again nodding at the fire, "to travelT" "Not tonight.'" I had scarcely reached the first landing when I was arrested by hearing Alice Darell's voice. The most daneerously injured are Joseph Callebo, back broken; Mike Loshitz, head and face cut and left arm broken; Kasha Caturcsk, aged lit, one leg tjroken and another crushed, necessitating imputation; Michael Uritz,abdomen torn; Slash Krell, both arms broken; Fahr Kotch, shoulder broken and injured internally; Anthony Sechleck, back and breast crushed; Uritz Misko, legs crushed. I soon began to dream that some one was knocking at the door—a knocking which Mien led to continue for hours— when suddenly I opened my eyes and found Myself in broad daylight. She didn't encourage him at all, and what ho needed mere than anything else, except enongh money to pay his board bill, was encouragement. Wishing didn't bring it, though, and ho thought he would try strategy. What he most dreaded was to bo led into a flat proposal and be rejected, so ho began to hedge and seek tho point by degrees."Then don't think," said Scroggie. "Let us change tho subject." "Stay 0110 moment, please, Alico as s!io descended tlio staircase and stood looking up l)escechingly into my face. "I must hear the truth. If anything lias happened to Frank, do not conceal it from me." paid "Miss Darell's father," said Frank Bowser, "was chief cashier at a hank in a large market town in tho north of England. He lived 011 the premises, and his daughter Alice lived with him. His position was an arduous one. He was frequently engaged over the cash or in examining the ledgers until late inta the night, especially on evenings pro'wHiiff market dava He started up suddenly, with aery upon his lips. "What?" The man I had first met again beckon id with his bullseye and led me toward this uate, while tho other remained stationed as though on the watch. His inflexibility irritated me. "You're right," said I, rising from my seat and standing with my back to the fire and looking round tho room. "You're right Let's change the subject" ♦ "Can you not realize," I exclaimed, "what a risk you are running? You go out nearly every night on this strange search. You take no precaution that I "I asked yon if von were tired?' knocking still went on I sprang claimed, '"Who's there?" mo, sir!" said I. "Tired? No. Wasldrean As t! I no longer doubled that she knew of his mad scheme and disapproved of it strongly. I groped along after the bullseyeunder a high wooden fence, on the other sirlo of which I saw the dim outlines of the masts and rigging of a large vessel. At the farther end of this fence, near the gateway, threo men were bending down, and one of them, apparently a surgeon, was bandaging the head of a person who was being supported by the others. Scroggie had also risen and had glanced 'M the sideboard and then at the bookcase. "Yes," said L "Won't you lie down?" -1 It was the voice of my laundress, Tho fiends who planned the exp did their work well, despite the fac Mrs. IJilliiii; part of their plan failed. They "It's rather queer how a girl musO change her name wben she marries, isn'i it?'' he ventured. "Well," ho answered, looking toward tho sofa sleepily, "if you'v»; no objection. Yes. I tfiiuk I will for five minutes". I staill be all right in five minutes. Eh?'' "Whv, what's the time?" "Struck !!, fir, if you'll Ix'licve mo." I opened tho door ami glanced quickly tn\v;ird the sofa. "Nothing has happened," said I, "that I know of." building, each being about nine about 24 sticks of dynamite uni "ft was part of his duty to weigh or count over and check off in the bullion book tho various "bags of gold, largo and small, before they were handed over or rlistributefl among the cashiers. And so, night after night, the clink of gold might be heard in/he iron room"beyond tho back parlor/ ftDr night after night Mr. Darell sat there weighing the gold in the scales, or- counting it, or shoveling it into the bags—clink,clink,clink!" "I suppose," said he, turning over the leaves of a volume—"I suppose yc*u haven't dined. Have von?" "But j anxious?" von have some reason to IDo so long and weighing about half a A wire connected tho sticks with a bj "Yes, but not always unpleasant," she responded, emiling. So well did I know Scroggie's character that I was at once convinced TDy the manner in which he put this question that he had not dined. When or where, in fact, he ate anything was another problem, as deep as the one as to when or where he slept. I had often thought when trying to puzzle out tho life since our school days of this strange individual that ho never slept anywhere or ate anything except within mycham bers. He was always supernaturally hungry, though, to do him justice, he adopted all tho gentlemanly devices which ho could invent in order to conceal his voracity. Scroti© had vanished! "Where is Mr. Siieggie?" said I. "Go'in, sir, hours ago," said Mrs. Ilium's. "Kays lie, sir, 'Don't disturb r. 1". id.' Them was his words. Says , sir, 'Mr. Field ain't well,' and, says "Yes," I said. "It's 110 nse trying to hido that from yon.'' situated about 50 yards away. signal was given, only about half a Whi ' 'Don't you think it is?" he asked in a burst of hope. Ho always said "five minutes," but his deep usually lasted over th- night and often far into the flay'that followed. He pulled off his co;it, threw my rug over his shoulders and lav down. of the sticks exploded. They were "Where is ho tonight?" "I cannot tell you. look for him now The constable who had conducted me to thin spot now gave me a quick look as he throw tlio light from his dark lantern upon a deathlike face. clent, however, to completely wrecl "Of course net. Why should it be?" "I don't know. Only some girls think so." I am going to ballding. Hurled Into Tret*. Alice glanced up the stairs and then into my face distractedly. Several of tho inmates who occupied beds on tho uppor floor were hurled 50 feet in the air Some of them escaphd fatal injuries by alighting In the trees neai by. Half dazed by fear and sleepy they managed to hold on to the limbs'until they recovered their senses and were able to reach the ground. A trackwalker, who arrived on the scene shortly aftjsrthe explosion, says it resembled a battlefield. The cries of the Injured were heartrending. Some of them were in the brees; others were lying on the ground ani under tho debris of the wrecked building. "I don't On tho contrary, I'd rather like it if I had tho choosing of the name." "I say, Field, old fellow," said-he, in a scarcely audible tone, as he turned bis weary face to (lie wall, "what a hospitable—old chap—you are! 1 say— dear boy—I'm—going—to—trav"  "W A cry escaped me. It was Frank Bowser! •Mr it time did he go?" Soroggie?" said my laundress 'vely. "When I comes into the r, lie jumps up and goes out, "I wish I could come too." Here Bowser paused, and taking his own bag of gold out of his pocket placed it on the table before him. room-; I took her hand and said lie uttered my name in a faint voice when I leaned over him. This was rather vague, bnt Macnllister Mcllhenny was therefor business. "Trust me, Alice. I will find him. It is cruel to give you so much anxiety." "What do you think of mine for a ohange?" he asked, with a sudden spurt. Then 1 heard his heavy breathing and knew that he was fast asleep. bt Sieve me." She kept hold of my hand for awhile, as though it linked her to her lover, ' Tell her," said he, speaking so low that I could scarcely hear the words— "tell her that my scheme succeeded. What I said I would do, tell her, I have now done. I have found tho man. I have limited him down. Tell her"  Scroggie was sitting in an attentive attitude, but his eyes were never raised from the fire, and a worn look, which I bad not observed at first, had settled upon his face. Bowser moved nearer toward us, coming within the circle of iglit under the lamp, and emptying out if his bag a quantity of bright sovereigns io continued in an impressive voice: Win it'1 had given Mrs. Billings any She blushed furiorsly. Hew long I sat in niv armchair be- reason to suppose that I doubted her word I could never discover, but she seldom answered any question I put without hiking the precaution to add "if you'll Iwlieve ine,1' as if her principal ambition was to establish confidence in ■ f "lA -ilf "Oh," she exclaimed, "I don't think I should like to be called Mrs. Dennis." fore the lire niter Hi asloep I do uot k:i .. have passed before the inridi-nt Ck curred which I am now altout to rclrn I felt no inclination to lvtiiv (o tied and in this wakeful mood manysfra fancies took jtOKsession of me. ar;C most strange of thorn all w .i;- li sound like thoclink of gold was rii '« my hrain. te hail fallen t hours mil: Of course I declared that I had had nothing to wit. worth mentioning sinoe tlio morning, though, in truth, I had dined sumptuously at tho Old ( Wk tav ern with Frank Bowm r at o o'clock. But it Wiis nearly II, and I did not doubt thai 1 should lte able to do justice to tho savory D.i the pickles and other luxuries pku;ui hy Mrs. Billings, my laundress, th.it afternoon in my cup board. And Macallister Mcllhenny did not pursue his inquiries further.—Detroit Free Press. No further words reached my ear. His lips still moved, but unconsciousness quickly followed. One of the boarders who escaped Hajury made his way to a neighboring scanty and woke the inmates. Blankets and-bedding wero carried to the scene and the Injured made as comfortable as possible. Again he pitched the bag of gold into the air. "!D•D you ki.ow if Mr. Bowser is in?" Mr jraveiue a smile through the black ]latches on her red faco and In i statements. Many days passed before he spoke It was in the far west again. Symptoms. know of. The day must come, though I dread to think of it, when you will be robbed and probably murdered." "One night," ho told us—"one night, M'twecn 11 and 12 o'clock, the cashier is seated in the iron room under ashad■d lamp—as I am seated now—weighing the gold as usual and filling the Dags one after another, entering them n the bullion book, tying them up and •asting them aside. 1 tl apaiii, As far as tho eye could reach stretched the prairie that was effered by the front foot and no takers. \ '(  J Ho then told mo—as ho lay upon the iii my chambers with Alice Darell At daylight tho officials of the Lehigh Valley railroad were notified, and a special train, with a number of physicians, was hurried to the scene. The doctors dressed the wounds of the injured, who were then brought to tho hospital in this city. "Murdered!" said Bowser, laughing and still tossing his gold. "How nervous you are tonight! Nonsense! My plan will succeed. I am hunting about the docks at Limehouse now, and if yon only knew what a discovery— Hello, who's that?" I could not dismiss if. It kept my thoughts constantly fixed upon Frank Bowser until I becainf absolutely haunted by scenes in which I  he formed a central figure—-ceius on tho docks, in noisy taverns and dark streets, where men lurked about with villainous looks, until at last the river and its mysteries rose up before me, and I.' r, sir, Mr. Bowser went out early ■ated beside him aurl Miss Pilkiugton m-ar tho fire in an armchair looking very stern—he then told me how he happened accident-ally one day to be clinking some gold in his pocket in Scrog- presence when lie noticed that a strange look came over his face which roused his suspicions, and he then and there determined to adopt this plan and thoroughly satisfy himself before giving tho affair more serious thought. He acknowledged his fault in omitting to take me into his confidence, but he did in it wish to destroy my belief in Scroggie without a stronger proof. "Dearest," remarked tho head of the household as he helped hiruself to hominy and milk, "we aro to have new ueighbors." ' "Brit ho may have returned." Again my laundress smiled and this time as if there was some fear that I losing confidence. Sbe placed her head on one side and lookul at me thoughtfully out of her fishy eyes, while I took a glance at her bonnet, which never failed to interest me. It was crushed and neglected; as usual, and looked'as if it had been long forgotten in the inidst of domestic affairs of more Tlio gusto with which Scroggie spread the cloth aud arranged the table while I went ou a foraging expedition into gloomy recesses in search of provisions would have given an edge to any man's appetite. We had forgotten in five minutes all about Frank Bowser and the sound of gold. The fire was burning brightly, and the reading lamp, which usually cast its light on my lawbooks about this hour, was throwing a glow upon our festive board. Soroggie's activity was bewildertoig. No sooner had he uncorked a bottle of beer than off he went to refill tjie kettle, so that we might bn prepared to mix hot whisky by and by. At last we settled down at the table, and Scroggie began to roll a cigarette as though the idea of eating anything had nerer entered his head. The tempt at ion, however, which the pie held out was too great to be resisted. itK'il that The br.arding boss says he does not know what prompted the dastardly deed. As far as ho knows he haa no enemies in the world. The goddess of the fireside lifted her eyes. ' 'He is deeply engrossed in his occupation. Is. ho thinking—this honest, inlustrious cashier—is ho thinking, as he ooks upon this glitter and listens to the ■linking and ringing of this gold, what i hateful thing money is, or—who shall ;ay?—who shall say but what, with a lesire for his daughter's happiness passng through his mind—who shall say mt what, for her sake, ho is wishing hat the sovereigns were his own? It was a muffled, mysterious sounding knock at the outer door. "Indeed?" sno rejoined. Some of the boarders think the motive was robbery, as several of them were known to have considerable money in their possession. If this was the object 3f the fiends, it is plain why they placed so much of the explosive under the building."Yes; the man who robbed the train up country has rented tho brick front on the corner." "It's Scroggie," said I, jumping up. "Old Scroggie!" ; I became troubled with a presentiment that some harm had really befall- :t my friend, for when tho sound of a foot The goddess was at no pains to conceal her displeasure. "Ah I" "Ah! Scroggie, is it?" said Bowser. "Trust me, Alice. I icill find him." and then she gave me a grateful smile, -eleased my hand and allowed me to eave her without another word. A change crossed his face, I thought, bat possibly I was mistakeu, for there was no light in the room except a shaded lamp and the nncertain flicker of the Are, which threw shadows upon our faces as well as upon the dark paneled walls. L \ 'v Cs -- Mm 0 • & "Pshaw!" she exclaimed, "these newly rich people are so disagreeable!" In her petulance she spilled coffee on the tablecloth.—Detroit Tribune. "No, sir; he ain't returned," said Mrs. Billings. "I was in his rooms not five niiiiutes ago, if you'll believe me." immediate importance. They wanted to kill every person In the place in order to get the plunder and then escape detection. Upon the eventful night on which he related tho details connected with the bank tragedy his suspicions had been ''He is working, working now, solely 'or her, and'if he is dreaming of riches vliat more nnttiral on earth? I glanced back when I reached the lall. She still stood motionless on the ;taircase where I left her, with her lands clasped and her eyes bent thought - fully to the ground. I now remembered my engagement tc confirmed. He had gone to Limehouse, where Scroggie was known to the police, and where, it was supposed, he lived, and a warrant had actually been granted for his arrest That evening— us Bowser supposed—Scroggie must liave followed him, and there, near the gateway, had nearly succeeded in his evident design to take his life. Tramps Suspected. Trusty Moaaengcr. 4 'But whatever his thoughts may bo ho s so absorbed that he hears no catlike footstep moving stealthily toward the pot wh"re he weighs the gold—clink, link, clink!—he sees no shadow cross he light in the outer room, within a hort distance of where he stands. Ho icars nothing, observes nothing, until m arm is uplifted swiftly behind him, itid a stifled erjr escapes him—no time take tea with Miss Pilkiugton amlAlict Darell,;and it occurred to me as not improbable that Frank Bowser had already gone to Guiiford street, where they lived. It was nearly 4 o'clock, so I hastened to make mv toilet. No arrests have been made. One of the wounded says that immediately after the axplosion he saw four strange mon running down the roadway leading to the village of Miners' Mills. They carried lanterns. While he lay on tho ground another stranger approached him and rifleCJi bis pockets, lie also cut the belt whloh encircled his waist and carried It away. It is said that Mrs. Siddons smiled only once in the course of her life, so far as her friends observed, "and then she lau.hed aloud." I went out to admit my visitor. As I walked along the passage I could hear the ring of Bowser's gold. I felt a chill pass over me, and I shuddered. As soon as I reached tho street I ■prang into a cab which was passing ind drove back to the temple. If I had been released from prison, I could not nave experienced a greater sense of freedom, though the position of affairs appeared no less serious—far from that. But I fe«nied to have thrown off heavy fetters and to lie grappling with tho situation now in good earnest. CHAPTER IV. She was visiting a house whero wine was offered her at the table. She declined it, adding, "But I should like a little porter." "Alone?" said Scroggie in a low ▼qjoe as I opened the door. As I drove to Miss Pilkington's, meditating over Bowser's scheme to awaken a guilty conscience with tho clink ol gold, a thought which had hitherto onlv "Come in!" I said. "Come in! only Bowser." It's "I can't help igniting,:Field," said he when he had partially appeased a very keen appetite—"I can't help thinking that you're an uncommonly lucky fellow." Another of the injured gives it as his opinion that the men seen on the ground after the explosion were tramps. The dynamiters used Pittsburg dynamite, which fact may lead to their disoovery, as dynamite of that character is used by the railroad contractors, whose toolhouse is near the scono. The house had been brokon open and a new battery taken out. An old battery was found near by. The supposition is that the latter would not work, and a new one was necessary. A boy was at once sent out with tho literal direction to "bring in a little porter." He was gone a long time, and when he returned was accompanied lrv a little man with straps and badge oomplete. He hesitated, with his hands deep in hia pookets. Then he hugged himself, as if suffering from cold, and said: It will bo remembered that Scroggie had told me in confidence that he was iken s idowy form in my mind now or more. ook a shapi ! became convinced that B owser snsj* eteil SerC ifrfjio, and Scrof» "going to travel." Whether tho dreadful meaning which has ever since attru lii' l its- If in mv ruind to his words "No; I'll look in later" "Hn falls, beaten and crushed by a leavy blow. What's happened? A murler 1 Commit tod in the dead of night!" "Possibly," said I, "but few men, yon know, consider themselves lucky." was the man lit" was hinting down, "Not you," said I, taking him playfully by the coat collar (we were familiar in our manners toward each other). "Not you! I'm going to give Bowser a lecture, and I want an audience. So come and take the chair. " When his suspicions had been lirst vuliiC1, it was impossible for nm to de- ia -I C1 through his braiu when he uti red tin in can never be known. He ,vxs found ilrowned in one of the dock Dasins at Limeliouse upon the day folowing his. attempt upon the life of ■'rank Bowser. "Here, sir," the boy panted, "is smallest porter I could find!" When Bowser had uttored these vords, there was a silence between us or some minutes. Scroggie was the irst even to move in his chair. 1 had refilled liis glass during the last pause n the narrative, and he now stretched mt his hand hastily and lifted the tumiler to his lips and drank it off as if it were water. His hand shook violently us ho placod the empty glass on the mantelshelf. I had often seen his hand Indeed it was seldom quite steady, but he had never exhibited ex■i ive nervousness liefore. Scroggie glanced round the room, and I could seo by the nervous manner in which lio was rolling a fresh cigarette that he had something on his mind which ho wished to communicate. "Uncommonly lucky," he went on thoughtfully—"a cozy set of chambers, a warm firo, an easy chair, a reference library, ill complete. Not much inducement, under the circumstances, to leave England, now, have you?" Siwhlatlp In rnixctl hi* Ctrm, step echoed in the court below my windows or a heavy tread on the st:iircase outside reached my ear I feared it was a messenger who had come to confirm what was passing in my mind. First I stepped across to Bowser's ah ambers, but as I ascended the staircase I saw, with a sinking hope, that his outer door was closed, a sure sign that ho was not there. Nevertheless I knocked loudly, but I received no answer.erttilllf The ixjch had met frequently iir a year or nmre ar my chamber;, and t it w® only within the hist few jvoeks thai Bowser had invented the lanof elinkinjj D»is gold. He had never And Mrs. Siddons laughed.—Yor Comoanion. Michael Bcllnkovitcli, the proprietor of the boarding liouso, was arrested and sent to jail. The authorities say they want him as a witness. He had money in his possession, and on Saturday last told a friend that he was going to the old country on Monday. Open Confession. As I still held him by the collar and refused to release him, Scroggie, after a alight resistance, yielded to persuasion. So I shut out the cold air on the staircase and led the way into my cozy room. These incidents which I have related occurred some time ago, and Frank has I teen married for years to Alice Darell, but every detail mnst remain fresh in tur memory as long as I live.—Belgra- The preacher was having a sort Oi test meeting by asking the congregation questions on their conduct. In this nervous, dreamy condition my thoughts became so completely separated from my immediate suiToundings' that when, with a suddenmss that appalled me, the dead silence CDf the night wa.- CDId me that tin' scheme had been sug jested by Kcroggie's remarks or man i» r, and yet this now seemed to lDe thC mly pC . ib!r »x])hmation. Bnt what "emcd m« t certain was that he haCi Nest I went to my own rooms. I searched in my box for letters. There were several, but not a line from Frank. "Now, brethren," he said, "all of you who pay your debts will please stand up." I stood for somo minutes meditating over what course I should now pursue. Suddenly I remembered Frank Bowser's words, "I'm hunting about near the docks at Limehouse. " via. "Good evening,'' said Bowser, throwing up his bag and catching it "Good evening, Scroggie. I'm practicing at a little game. You'll excuse ma Our friend Field," he added, turning to me —"our friend Field will tell you all about it It'smusicto me, sweet music." "I hate tho sound of gold!" said Scroggie, seating himself beside the fire with another hug and turning his back on Bowser. "It reminds me of the diggings. And at Frisco I used to hear that clinking all day long. I hate it!" He spoke in a low voice, with his eyos fixed resentfully on the bright coals. My old schoolfellow Scroggie was one of the strangest characters I ever met Nobody knew where he lived or how. Nobody saw him in the streets until after dark, and then he was usually walking at a quick pace, with a slouching swing about the shoulders which distinguished him even in dark streets or in a crowded thoroughfare. He wore a low felt hat and at all times and in all seasons a thick, rough overooat buttoned tightly about his neck, giving him more the appearance of a sailor than of a landsman. He had, in fact since onr school days parsed most of his time upon the sea—at least, so I gathered from his conversation— for many a night we had sat together over the fire in these chambers while he reoounted to me the shipwrecks and other perils and dangers, he had experi- I had returned to my armchair and had lit my pipe, I answered, with my lyes on the fire, where pictures roso up .unong tho red and rugged coals: disturbed by a prolonged and dreadful Chout, my heart seemed to have ceased to beat and my limbs to lDtl paralyzed tiona 11 v concealing these sus Conning. In a Texas School. Teacher—Can you take five from three, Johnny? In response to this there was an apparently unanimous uprising. Difioiis irom mi Tb*» 11 Piiutrrrfs arc excoedingly cunning. An aid lady kept a fruit stand near the entrance to Central park, New York. A squirrel was in tho habit of helping himself to peanuts whenever the opportunity occurred. On one of his jisits to the stand the old lady baffled ffim in his pilfering. Then, instead of a peanut, he seized a peach and made off with it. She gave chase, and tho squirrel, after drawing her some distance from the stand, dropped the poach.ran swiftly back, seized a peanut Ix*fore she got there and ran away with it, much to the amusement of the bystanders. "Now," said the preacher, asking the others to sit down, "all those who do not pay will please stand up.'' One man alone arose. with terror ?erni»g this v for sooi ig Bowser con "Well," said he without looking and. "A tour through France, Switzerland and Italy is a pleasure which I'm looking forward to. At present I can't afford it." The impulse was strong within me to spring to my feet; hut, although my brain was remarkably active, strange to say my body Was dead to all sense of volition. Yet, although I could not move my head, objects which passed within the limits of my vision were not even clouded, but distinctly defined, and there I saw, with the pale and haggard face of one who is haunted, my old schoolfellow, Scroggie. tv moment in tranae affair appeared ov urgent. Yet as tbi It seemed like a voice, and I was eager to start. Johnny—Yes. I can do it. I borrow two, and then "There is not much more to tell," -aid Bowser. "It was evidently a colusion between the bank porter and a ailor—or at least a man that looked "ery like one—seen loitering about hi lie neighborhood of a publio house on he night previous to the one on which his tragedy occurred. Tho porter was irrefcted, tried and sentenced to penal •ervitudo for life." cab drew up at Miss Piikington's door I felt unnerved and disinclined to meet him. Iiis e. induct required tome explanation. II had not, I thought, behaved to mo like a friend "But if your pa gives you 3 cents and tells you to go to the candy store to buy 5 cents' worth of candy, how would you do then?" "Ah, brother," said the preacher, "why is it that you, of all this congregation of brethren, should be so different?"Having put on a thicker coat and selected a heavy walking stick, I hastened out again into the night and turned my steps toward Limehouse. "No?" said Scroggie quickly and in a tone of concern, though whether for me or for himself I could not decide. His voice and his manner puzzled me. I fancied at first that ho contemplated borrowing money, but I quickly dismissed the thought, for he had never hinted to me that he was needy, and although he had no scruples about sharing my supper or passing a night upon my sofa I believed that ho would have starved rather than borrow a sou. We uever spoke to each other of our private affairs, but since Scroggie had referred to my cozy chambers I was constrained to say something by way of apology for beiiiL' in uossession of such a luxurv. Miss Piikington's house in Guilford street had an old fashioned appearance of comfort which was exceedingly inviting. Passing through the snug entrance hall, where a strong inner door seemed to.bo holding all drafts at defiance, and up a softly carp-ted staircase, I was shown into a room in which the air was as warm and pleasant as a well ventilated conservatory, and here 1 found Miss Pilkington sitting in an armchair near the fire wrapped up as if she were some rare exotic. When I reached the railway terminus, ue:ir Fenclmrch street, I was told that a train would start for the docks in a few minutes, and as I hurried up the staircase it came slowly into the station. "I'd keep the 3 cents and tell the man to charge the 5 cents' worth of candy to pa."—Texas Siftings. "I don't know, parson," he replied slowly as he looked around over his friends and acquaintances in the meeting, "unless it is that I ain't a liar." —Detroit Free Press. Detained. "And tho sailor?" said Scroggie, His eyes were wide open and seemed to express au irresistible fascination for some beckoning spirit. Presently lie spoko in whispers, as though addressing this phantom of his brain, but in a void so low that not a word reached my ears. A journey across the tops of houses »nd through smoke issuing from a forest of chimneys is not, at the In st of seasons, calculated to awake cheerful thoughts. To me, glancing out of the window at this dismal prospect, or what glimpses were visible in the dark night, the effect was so depressing that I again became troubled with melancholy forebodings, and yet as we tore along toward tin; docks these forebodings developed into no distinct fear in niy mind. They were shadowy, like the housetops and the smoking forest of chimneys. They conveyed no meaning beyond a general sense of gloom. An instance of cunning rather crud in Its character was witnessed in a coffer plantation in tlio Transvaal. Among the coffee trees there grows a shrub of which the apes are particularly fond. But a species of wasps fasten their nests to these shrubs, of which the apes are very shy, for fear of being stung. One morning fearful cries were heard, and upon examination It was found that apes were ravaging the plantation. A large baboon was throwing the young apes down into the shrubs, so that their fall might break off the wasp nests. While the little fellows were crying pitcously, because if! the stings of the angry insects, the old fellow calmly regaled himself with fruit, occasionally toss lng some of it to his mate and her young ones, which were a safe distanoo away.— Times. Probably No Comparison. "Escaped. Ho made off with bags containing a sum ot gold, and he has never beei« heard of since." Banks—Rivers, have you ever taken off your summer underwear and put on your winter flannels? With these words Bowser roso from his seat and ln gan to pace up and down the room, playing with his bag of gold iii an excited manner. Rivers—Of course I have. At last he looked about as though the shadow had vanished, though his breath fell more quickly from his lips, and his right arm now stiffened from the shoulder, and he grasped, in fancy, some heavy weapon which he was handling, with a look of dogged energy and resolution. His face had changed into the expression of a demon, dark as night, and he seemed to be groping his way, as if blind, and stopping in a listening attitude, and then groping on a^ain, Banks (scratching himself against the door frame)—Then you have some idea of what I'm suffering. "Yes," said he presently, "tho murderer escaped, but 1 have sworn to solve this mystery as to who is the murderer of her father Ixjfore I marry Alice Darell. That is the clause in our engagement. If the villain is alive, I will ferret him out, hunt him down and bring him to justice, for I love Alice Dare 11 more tliau my life, and for her I would run any risk. Mr. Darell was my friend. I honored him as much as if he had lieen my own father." Alice Darell came forward to welcome me in that unaffected manner in which she received all Frank Bowser's friends. Rivers—Did you ever put on your winter flannels just after you had taken two large porous plasters off your back? "As you know—as you know, I'm only a briefless barrister. I inherited these books and this furniture from my grandfather. He lived in these rooms, and I came into possession when he died. My literary work pays for bread and cheese. When a 'foreign correspondent' is wanted, away I shall go, with a light valise on my shoulder and a walking stick in my hand." "And where is Mr. Bowser?" said Miss Pilkington. Banks—I don't remember that I ever did. Alice seconded the question with her large, dark, inquiring eyes. Rivers (picking up a large steel rasp from his desk and loosening his collar it the back)—Then you haven't the Jaintest idea, confound you, of what I'm suffering.—Chicago Tribuna 1 said I had not seen Frank Bowser since the previous evening, and that I had expected to find him already hero. Limehouse was reached at last. Turn lng down the street to the left after leaving the station, 1 walked quickly along lu the direction which le ids through but with one overmastering ptirjio: Ho is not ill said Alice. 8he Hot the Dollar Scroggie looked still nlore thoughtful. Presently he said, "And when you arrive, after a long day's journey, at your hotel you will sleep soundly, with no troubles in the past" Suddenly he raised his arm, and witl his imaginary weapon aimed at the aii a blow so full of concentrated force thai he staggered under if, utter! C1 a low cri and fell heavily to the ground. My face must have expressed anxiety, for Alice Daroll gave me a quick searching look which I had difficulty in meeting without ln-traying my thoughts. Little new boys are smart. Little newsgirls are smarter sometimes. A younjj man addicted to skipping board bills and sundry small shop bills changed his ad dress, owing the little newsgirl $1. Too Great a Sacrifice. He stopped, gianced around the room witii a savage energy expressed in his face, and then, flinging up the bag of sovereigns defiantly, he cried: "But the clink of gold will someday awaken the evil conscience! Tho man who committed this crime will betray himself at last. His guilt will be branded on his face, like an ugly scar, when he hears the sound—clink, clink, clink! There is no escape. The conscience is stronger than the man." narrow ways and over iron bridges into the Old Ferry road. It was my inten tion, when I got there, to make inquiries at the police station concerning Frank Bowser, for he had mentioned having taken detectives into his confidence, and there, I thought, I ' mid be most likely to gain information about The two had sat in moody, sullen silence for some minutes. Then she spoke. He had a quick, bright eye; a red beard. which he had a habit of sometimes stroking with his small, nervous hand when he talked. His hair, thick and curly, always looked to me as if detying a brush and comb, and his coat had invariably that dusty appearance so suggestive of the wearer having tramped over country roads. Why I had resumed my acquaintance with this man—having met him accidentally in the streets some two or three years ago—and why I at once became as intimate with him as I had been in our school days is a mystery in human nature which I will not attemut to solve. He was amusing, which may account for a good deal, and I had known him at school to belong to a good family, though I remember his education had been much neglected. It was of little oonsequenoe to me that he was peculiar In his dress and manner, for we never met exoept on rare occasions, in any other place than my chambers. "Now, Bowser," said I when I had mixed a glass of whisky for Scroggie and had resumed my seat by the fire, "now, Bawser, put that bag of golf into your pocket and listen to me. I am going to explain your scheme to Scroggie and show him how very unsatisfactory I consider your conduct. Now, Bowser, for goodness' sake, sit down!" Bowser bestowed upon me a half amused, half impatient glance, and giving his bag a parting toss dropped it into his pocket and sat down away from the fire, in the shade, beyond the reading lamp, and with his anus folded on the table. He was a large, powerful man, and I remember thinking how gi- "No, I 44Why should you "Before we were married, Algernon," she said, "you to declare you could give up heaven itstU' fs.r me." Then, ami only then, t! move came back to uie, and I sprang t his assistance. He was lying on lii power t think that?' The child was 111 despair, but seeing tht youtli some days later passing at a distance and oncc or twice skipping around a cor tier she decided that he had not left the neighborhood. Her eyes were kept open, and yesterday morning, while making her rounds, she saw the youth through the basement window of a house to which she didn't sell papers, lazily eating his breakfast. It was a big boarding house, and the new young man was holding forth to a largo number of boarders, who thought him a very line young man. In a second the child had passed the servant at the basement, gate and stood in the dining room facing him. Dear Mariah—Will not be home for somo time. At present am in a lawsuit which will last, so the court informs me, for 30 days.—Life. "With no anxieties about the future, except such as give zest to life and awaken ambition." "Not many." "I don't know,"said she, twisting her engagement ring nervously round her finger, "but I'm sure you are concealing something." "Yes," answered Algernon bitterly, "but I little thought you would ever ask me to give up smoking."—Chicago Tribune. back, gasping. He had becom in the face as if ho had l»ui trans formed into .a veritable demon. W" i11 great difficulty I succeede d in U.rseiiiit^ I laughed and said that I liked the picture. "Nousonse, child!" said M!*s Pilkington, straightening her back—"nonsense! Make the tea. " him. Tattling the Table#. The way was straight and sufficiently well lighted until 1 came to the Bridge road, but here the great dock walls, "Young man," said the arlstocratio jolored citizen, leaning back in his chair, "haven't I seen you befo'?" A Change of Heart. "And when," continued Scroggie— "and when you have grown tired of traveling, and you turn your face toward home, how pleasant to know that a snug set of chambers"  his collar. Each moment it sD ned t ' 'There was a revival going on at the beach where you were, I understand, Mamie?" Again Bowser tossed up the bag of gold and paced the room, more excited than over. me must be his last I raised him from the floor and j him on the sufa, and sdowly m: And tin Alici exotic iiunt glanced from liko the walls of a prison, r Dso up on each side, and tli'- lamps wro dim and far apart, and s of tC» tin' tea tray whcii stood oil a ride table m ar her chair. Miss Pilkiugton iDri«l( C1 herself upon her punctuality in all In r dtnncstin arrangements. "I don't know, sah," responded the colored waiter, depositing the plate of soup before him and placing the salt and pepper within reach. "Was you at de Dahomey village in de Midway last summah?" "My dear Bowser, " 1 exclaimed, "for heaven's sake, be rational 1 To visit, as you do, the lowest haunts in London, tc mix among savages—for some of these men in the east end are nothing better —is to expose yourself to real dangers. These sailors know the sound of gold only too well. Some night you will, I again warn yon, bo roblx-d and murdered. And that," I added—"that will scarcely be agreeable news for me to carry to A lice DarelL Once more let me seriously advise you to abandon this scheme. And Scroggie," I added— "Scroggie will, I know, support me in my appeal.'' consciousness returned After S 1 111 "There was." "Did you experience a change of "And that laundress of mine will be waiting to receive rae,'' I said, with a smile, "but,"I added, "talking of Mrs. Billings, I now propose that we mix the whisky." around the room in a strange, bC jwrsoii passed me C111 the way. I had walked some distance ah heart?" dered fashion his eyes settled upon mj face. "Won't you wait, a little while for this dark roadway "Yes. I exchanged with Jack Dasher. I got his, and he got mine."—Boston Courier. "Are you all rifjlif; now?" He put liis hand to liis forehead, ano a look of pain passed over his fin as I shall never forget Raid Aliw it glimpse of the canal or of a v. a I crossocl the bridge, but always cc again into tho shadow of th walls, when suddenly I saw, in lijjlit, a solitary figure apv figure with a slouching sww shoulders, which made ije quickly. 'Walking with a 1 this figure soon becaim 1 and ill another minute 1 hi t lie face. '■ You rail away wid me dollar," slv said. "You did, and you never meant %f pay me, 'cos every one round the block's looking (or you too. Glvo me mo dollar I want it." said Miss Pilkingtoii, foiling out tlio words in an ex- Certainly not,' "Haw, haw! Sho' 'nough," rejoined the guest, with ready appreciation. "So dat's whah you was! Yas, 1 wag dah!" "Well, I wasn't," said the waiter stiffly. "I don't tink we've ovah met befo', sail."—Chicago Tribune. Soroggia was, I feared, becoming sentimental, bo I maCle this" suggestion in order to revivo his (spirits. SUCH haustud voir* Modern Pugilism. Alice pouted her pretty lips, and tears luno into her eves as she rose from her The youth turned pale, drew forth the dollar and failed to muster a look of an novanee. He's up and going to another block. Cullies—Aren't you goin to fight with Maxson at all? But the whisky did not altogether have the desired effect. He sat silent for some time, looking sternly at the fire, ami the same worn expression came over his face which I observed when Frank Bowser was recounting the murder of Mr. Darell "All right," said he, was only a dream. " "all right. It Then he again turned liis weary face toward the wall, mattering, "Only a droam," and then he fell asleep. seat heart 1DC Morbett —Naw. Not unless he stipulates wot kind of paper the agreement is to be written on.—Chicago Record. If 1 now could liavo dismissed from :«,y mind the extraordinary events of this previous evening, Frank Bowser's absence would not have given me further concern, but that midnight scene with Scroggiew;w constantly recurring, led s And the little ncwsgtrl has some new customers in the house where ho was found out.—New York llerald. FUll Sheridan's Slioe«. ! met A good story of General Sheridan Dvas told the other day by a Mexican, in intimate friend of the great northern soldier in his lifetime. One day, calling on the commander of the army at lis office in Washington, he found him it his desk, his feet incased in slippers uid hiB shoes democratically placed on he top of the desk. While the general was apparently absorbed in some writing tho Mexican gentleman, who thought some servant had left the warrior's shoes in tho wrong place, took liis cane and sCently deposited the shoes on the floor. Tho next day tho Mexican called again on Sheridan and found him at his desk, shoos on top, as before. The polite resident of the tropics began once more re moving tho shoes to the floor, when all it once Sheridan roared out: At this moment the flumeof the reading lamp fluttered, like a heart, and expired, and I was left in darkness. The firo had burned out, and the midnight air had a ghostly chill in it as it touched my chin k, and my pulse, beating loudly, sounded in my ear like ghostly whisperings that seemed to warn me that 1 was alone in my chambers with the man who had murdered the father of Alice Darell. Intermittent Lighting. A. —Is your town lighted by electric !.ty? But as the figure pafind no voice. If ;i i-m my lips, it nmst have 1 ror. As 1 had simti tlir- f on the precotlit tod liv l r Jonlan Water. "Abandon it?" said Bowser as he walked toward the door. "Why, I've already taken two or three sharp detectives into my confidence. Good night. I'm going to meet one now." "Field," said he as last without changing his attitude—"Field, old fellow, for more than two years I have been living in London, and almost on my arrival I began to receive hospital ity from you. You gave mo a hearty welcome when wo met, and ever since I have lieen 'dropping' in here, and, I am afraid, wasting valuable time." and tin* remarkable contrast between this quiet domestic hearth and my own rlreadt'd thoughts seemed to givo an unilue importance to tiio situation. The A citizen of this city, who recently re turned from an extended tour, promise* his wife before lie li ft to bring home i bottle of water from the river Jordan, with which to baptize a tiny baby whicl had joined the family a few days before Truo to his promise, he jonrneyed ac Di the hills of Palestine to the sacred r »' and tilled a bottle with the precious ill d The bottle was not disturbed till ho wa (•rousing tho Atlantic, when he undertool 1 exhibit the relic to u fellow passenger, lie was not aware that the water mur ■ boiled to insure its preservation, anC * i the cork was lifted a nauseous yuan f slime was revealed. The good mti is disappointment easily, and whei :ur the ferry to Jersey City ho threv ■ Jordan water and refilled the bot i:i the Xor'h river The baby was sub B.—Yes, but only when there's thunderstorm.—Lothar Meggendorf Blatter. i a crv oi hor of S now, pale and haggard of n hunted animal, d nearly brought, to bav. g night, sCD 1 had With the i u it The Danger of Mental Exhaustion. As ho went down the passage I heard the clink, clink of his bag of gold, and it seemed expressive of his contempt for my opinion, and when he had slammed the outer door of tlx* chambers and his footsteps on the staircase had died away the sound was still ringing in my ears. iliis one relating to ,.-d that 'lie darkest ( Intel ed wililo I sat i ltnjiuu She—Aren't you afraid your hard work at college will injuro your health? But t ■« hoi somethings more than t He—No, not under the new football rulea Tribune. I assured him—how could I do otherwise?—that he had never wasted an Miss i'il toil's kettle, singing on :•?(-•«•(! artificial gayety. hi'h cat, lying on tlie crime committed ovcrsli unci he swined to 1" like a mail who is own destruction. S not jx wonl or a 1C DC DIc v iiii indescribable C x]Dt When I had found my way into the bedroom and had struck a light, I formed a resolution to act promptly as soon as morning dawned. I drew back the curtain from the window and lookt d out into the night. CHAPTER III tho 1« i, si intr 1 Doing His liest. hour, l'ilkii r to The Rochester Post-Express tells of a clergyman whose sermons were of the best, but who was reserved and bashful. "You must be more social, "the doacons hinted. To his Sunday school camo the children of an orphan asylum. Tho next Sunday the pastor stalked across the room, and grasping the first hand he came to, which happened to belong to one of the smallest orphans, cried out loudly: "Good morning, my dear sir. How are vour father and mother?'* fan tic his shoulders looked in that semi "Well," said he doubtfully, "I hope not. However, it will end tonight. I'm going to travel." rt'K it my feet, hud never wjomed to look into tho fire so seriously before—it reminded me of Hcroggio nitting over nine last night.—mifl when Miss Pilliington pi-' sentiy hegau to pour out the tea in her digniiied fashion, and then proceed, with a still greater airof grandeur, to extinguish the teapot with a some tragedy ap- I lit' V darkness as he leaned forward to listen. "The facts of the case," said I, "the m facta of the case are somewhat as fol- Me*: My learned friend has fallen in V if I am not mistaken"  \-ser nodded. fallen in love with a young Mr named Darell"— I thought Scrog- CHAPTER II. No sooner had Frank Bowser gone than Scroggie's whole manner changed. His face grew cheerful, and his voice Bounded natural and pleasing. I expressed astonishment, though nothing oould have surprised mo less. liess anCl out of twocn us. So lit' ]iaD: (1 into II My chambers were a top "set," facing the Thames, and the bed was so adjusted that when lying down upon it my face was turned toward the, southeast, and there in the black horizon—for not a star was visible—with the dark Voices now readied in i 11 "Yes, I am going to travel," ho repeated, "and although it was my intention to have started without mentioning the matter even to you, somehow, pfter all your kindness, I thought per- rection in which Scroti" had i and I ran oil, for I fancied Unit 1 v 11 ized Frank Bowsi them, "Don't you do that again, sir! You :nako mo ridiculous, sir!" srcnumtly bap! i/i il with it, and the moth cp believes that tho sacred influence wil Ik? of great assistance to t lie child in lead inD» a moral and upright life.—Philadel pliia Record. "I beg your pardon, general, but how have I made you ridiculous?" 4'Does Bowser entertain you in this musical style every night?" said Scrourcie, with a lautrh. r s voice aiming suffocating "cozy," rjeared dose at hand As I came in siylit of the Old Ferry ! "Why, sir," said Sheridan, still annoyed, "yesterday, sir, J went out to