Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-16
FORGED APART
By W. CLARK RUSSELL.
Aethor of the ''Wreck of the Grosreno,, !"
 A Saiio,'s S,ccetheart," Etc.


 Ae'tnor cf the s'Wrech of the G,osrenor, n A Soilo,'s S,ccetheart," Etc T represented to your father that nothing could be easier than to prove your marriage IT, as do not doubt, with a bland wave or the hand) you are my sons wife, I-I | scarcely know whether there be cause to | offer you my congratulations Since he has played his father vile trick there is nothing to hinder him from deceiving you. But each | to his kind; you to your father, to whom you are accountable, and my son to me-when he chooses to return"
 His whole manner had changed with these words, and he addressed her with an icy hauteur of gaze.
 Jenny looked at him fxedly for some mo- ments, with wonderful gaze of mingled consternation and disdain, and rose. II did not come here in expectation of find ing sympathy or kindness" she exclaimed with bitterness that took keener acidula- tion from the very beauty that should have failed to warrant it "You know whose l daughter I am; and what you think of my father Cuthbert has often told me. have called to know if you can give me tidings of my husband. Doubt my honor as you please, sir; but in Gods name, answer me my ques- tion."
 q have answered that question: he re- piled.
 "Many of the elder boys of the school and several of the men were dispatched by me this morning to search the shore and the neighborhood, and likewise are inquiries still being made in places beyond Greystone. If I obtain information, be sure that shall cause 1t speedily to be conveyed to you. Should he ever return," he continued, in slightly depressed tones, "this trouble he has brought upon you is an account to be settled between him and me, with an adjusting he will not relish"
 She was standing near the door, and he was raising his hand to pull the bell; but she had not done with him yet. The change in his manner from the blandness to hauteur, from kind of tenderness, at least, to de- meanor of blank indifference to her sorrow, deepened her doubt of his sincerity, and fail ing to find in this old man any such sorrow ing after his son as should prove him honest to her own mourning heart, feverish s.zs- pcion that he was holding back the truth seized her.
 "You can tell me, sir. that he has not left me for goodl Say some little word to give me hope! For has sake, Dr. Shaw-he loves me trulyr' she cried, with her hands clasped.
 The doctor was affronted by her doubt of him, for it was plain in her recurrent appeal.
 q have answered that I am as ignorant as you-perhaps more ignorant, he said, frown- ing at her. "Last night" she continued, too bitterly yearning after hope to be abashed by his manner or even to heed the cruel suggestive ness of his words, "he was to have seen father. This he promised, and I was to watch for him at my window. Oh, sir, he would not have bid me wait for him had he meant to deceive me; for, indeed, he loves me fondly. A gentleman from this school, who called on mother tAis morning, said that he had seen him leave your house in the evening; and to father he was coming-oh, be sure! Who stopped him, then9 Was he followed and set upon? If he had died, or by an accident been killed, his body would have been found. Do you know where he is? Tell me, sir! The Lord God, who hears me declare it, judges me; and before Him swear thy son was my husbandW --..
 Now, but for the continued and affronting suspicion informing the girls words, this piteous appeal, taking tragic pathos from wild dry eyes and orltstratched hands and shrill intensity of tone, must have reused the doctor though his heart of flesh had been as hard as a pet prejudice. But he was so extremely mortified to find his word-his word, too!-doubted by this wench, that anger came down on all kindly stirrings with Q weight of lead, and false perceptions pricked him. For who was this woman but pigheaded Strangfe,d's daughters And might not all this bother be mere trick of the enemy-a plot speedily matched out of Cuthberts strange l disappearance, to moritfy the dignified cul- tured, well-bred foe of dissent and champion of orthodoxy and divine rights?
 He rang the bell.
 "A direct answer had been given you," he said, "and you must excuse me for declining to continue this conversation. l trust, madam, for your own sake, that you will be able to establish the fact of your honorable connection with my son."
 And, with dislike and contempt on his face, | he made her a short bow Without another word she passed through the door, which the servant held open, and left the house.