Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1888-02-15
CHAPTER XVI.

head every throb Of the mans heart was an
ache
CHAPTER XXvI.
ONE SHORT HOUR
It was a week later that the Breton ba-
rouche came over the brow Of the hill toward
Mr.. Ellingsworth's house. The bay span
never stepped SO proudly, and certainly the
gold plated trimmings on their harness never
glittered so brightly before AS the carriage
had passed through the lower village the fac
tory girls had rushed to tho windows to
see the master and his bride, and for the mo-
ment the laborers on the foundations Of the
new mill stopped their work in one accord.
and were all eyes till the bridal couple were
out of sight. Philips face was fairly radiant
with hope and love, and ho could not teach
his eyes to look anywhere but at Bertha. She
glanced idly Oh either side, at the white
gloved coachman on his high seat or at the
pranciny horses, anywhere but into the earn
est, tender face, which might have been 3
constant rerroach to her calm Indifference.
Clearly enough the clouds that had settled
SO gloomily aheut his wedding Night had
lifted; his love and the sweet reality Of his
present life and his new sense OF duty toward
the woman who now called him husband, all
helped him to put away her past, even to its
most terrible incident, and his healthful
mental nature was rapidly building up new
life which should have no faint in it, Philip
Breton made noble lover. Perhaps it was
because he was not Il great man. He was not
so wise but that he believed in the reality of
the sunbea,ns poets make their love songs of.
He had laauy holy asplratlons; he caught
now and then glmpses Of ideal beauty and
truth. In some vague way he fancied all
rao1i1eI in Rartho In ha. no
loved all the harmonies, In her he worshipcd
| purity and charity and all the sraces
AS for Bertha she continually found new
surprises in his gentleness and in his devo-
tion-surprises partly because she forgot
them each time. She really wished he were
not 80 Devoted. sshs wished he did not make
her feel as if she were fqrevsr POSING ip tab
leaux. She thought him inclined TO be fool
ish, because 10 did not seem keen eyed
enough to see her most Obvious faults-not
! magnani1pous enough herself to understand
that he looked at her through halo Of glory
his love had put about her. In spite nf her
self he could see something beautiful and
good in everything she could do or say.
eve are just passing my home" she said, Il
! little peau.aptly; cant you see anything but
me7'
"This is not your home now, my dear" He
| corrected her very gently. As he glanced
into the windows Of the parlor where they
had been married, Jane Ellingsworth's dark
| face looked out at them, cruel and n.alevo-
| lent. Philip started forward in his scat.
| Why, nc. he must have been wrong, the face
! in the window was wreathed in the most
| charming smiles She even kissed her fingers
| to the bridal pair, and let sheet Of paper
she had been holding futter to the floor in
| her childlike enthusiasm. Bertha nodded
| oo1d1v. Philir lifted his silk hat tho oar
riage passed out Of sight.
Philip was too wise to weary his wife just
now by showing her all the changes in his
home, which would delight her SO much
later He knew by her dropping step. as she
walked along the hall, that she was tired and
would appreciate rest above all things. So
he took her first to her own little sitting
room, which he called her boudoir. He had
rather expected little lighting up Of her
eyes, perhaps some pretty exclamation Of
pleasure. Possibly he had made an absurd
artistic blunder. Could it be he had got the
wrong shade of blue after ala She only
threw off her bonnet and sat dawp IN the
least inviting Of the chairs without seeming
to care to look about her at all,
| "You must be tired, Bertha said Philip
| at last, trying to hide the disappointment
that made his heart swell SO painfully.
"Won't you sit in the easy chairs I am sure
you will like it, though perhaps you would
rather lie down."
"Oh. no, aR not tired" she said, care
| lessly, without turning her eyes TO look at
him where be stood, restlessly playing with
the window curtains. He pulled roughly at
thenl he longed that moment to ruin the
beauty that had failed to please her. He
could not see where the fault was; the carpet
was as thick and soft as. a bed Of violets, the
! light seemed delicate almost as some perfume,
| but Bertha did not seem tC care for anything
| he had devised fer her, She was going &c
speak: if she would only c,iticise, he would
change everything again to win smile OF
approval from her She might ct least uE-
| .',rstand how much be had tried 70 please
| ..er.
"Where does that door open9"
II will show you If you are not tired" yet
he dreaded to take her In that room, and sec
her as cold and Indifferent as she was how.
He felt it would break his heart.
She rose.to her feet md looked in curiosity
at him as he took O. key from his breast
pocket and turned it in the lock. lis it your
treasure chamber
eyes," be whispered, and threw open the
door, and stood hack for her to enter The
room seemed as pure and white as if a thou
sand angels brooded over it with their snowy
wings. Peace and holy rapture seemed
breathing from tho very walls, and the
young bride felt a new timidity steal over
her heart. She was awed indescribably in
he temple of love he had made for her. Poor
soul! would there be but ono truo worshiper
"Come," she said, and she smiled more sweet
~ than he had ever seen her. She held her
hand out toward him, az he fingered on the
threshold.
He came and took her hand aud then put
his arm about her as she stood in exquisite
pensiveness, struggling to tako in the mean
ing Of the PLACES Shc had cast hor eyes down
on tl6 carpet, which seemed like tho driver
suuv, Sparkling NTH hail drops. The
soahwp beanaH8 hssk Shannbef subdued BID,