Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-17
WATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT. WEDNESDAY

swept into the whirlpool of passion, or ex- isted not for her.
 believe expected her to be tender when she was dying, but was mistaken. There was no tenderness, not the slightest. She had been hideously, horribly wronged and robbed, so it seemed to her.
 Not that wonderfully vivid "Helen'' of Rosetti's with her waxen image could have been more fixed and unrelenting toward her false lover.
 '!There is but one way in which can be avenged D she gasped out in her failing voice ''He may think that because he has killed mo he is safe from me, but will como back" Here tho voice sank to a sort of low hiss, "Rachel, I will come back~I swear it-come back to wear his life out. That is why am content to die.'
 Great heavens, how it chilled my blood to hear her. How the dusky light seemed to swell out into gray eternities upon whose vast wings spirits were afloat. It was not the word of human being, it was a thrill ing whisper from the other side of the grave. She was not wandering.
 Agatha. dear," whispered as we'll as my tightening throat allowed, tat least try to forgive him before you go. He has wronged you cruelty, but so much tho more forgivc."y "ys
 She lifted herself on her pillow with more strength than she had shown for at least week. Her great hollow eyes turned upon me filled with sullen fire. With an effort she said distinctly:
 1T cannot forgive cruelty like that. I can not either in this world or the next; I will not. lpray may never, never forgive him, So that to the last day of his life he may be punished. As he blighted and destroyed so will blight and destroy"
 ''Hllsh, hush, my poor chiId!n
 Ina did CD will I Sha yyapt or less of my interruption. "As I suffered he shall suffer. God is just. I will come back D
 Her head with all it's weight of ruddy gold fell back, her eyelids closed darkly, her hol- low cheeks looked more hollow-a moan-a gasp--and before any one else could come she lay dead in my arms. Shall l ever forget it!
 Died for love. The idea perhaps is poetic; the reality is grim, miserable, an irony upon this life of ours But wherein is the wrong, and how can it be put rights She died be- cause she had frail Constitution, but she died of love. Other women live on, but the spring of life is broken in them.
 Tom made one comment: II should like to shoot the man, he said refectively How ever, nobody shot or otherwise molested Capt. Haringfeld, and little while after chanced to hear that he was extremely happy with his charming wife.
 He was, moreover, fortunate enough to get very good appointment ill London. l met the couple soon after, found that Calista had lively and affectionate remembrance of me, and was so touched by her old charm that l caled-having resolved that I would not! In fact it would have been matter of some difficulty to avoid calling, so Tom and I compromised matters by resolving never to accept an invitation of theirs, or to ask them except on formal occasions to our house. So fl0 fa1t nfc of f1ar people, are blown away by breezes of expe- diency, forgetfulness or consideration for others.
 Capt. Haringfeld had been & faithless lover, but he made a perfect husband He and Calista were as much wrapped up in one another as two people have any right to be. They preferred another's company to any other, which means a similarity in tastes, and congeniality of ideas that some how is more often missed than found in marriage
 She was tho sweetest of women; beautiful with Q beauty that neither creates jealousy nor asks for admiration. She carried with her the golden charm of warm true nature, happy disposition, q delicate care for others. She made one think that one would be very glad to have her nature.
 need scarcely observe that Maj Haring- f field, as he was now, was the kind of a man to be greatly influenced by his wife. It is not rarity in character, but I never knew any one so improved as he was by marriage. Doubtless the affair of Agatha had given his vanity such a knock on the head that it could never rear itself very obtrusively again, and so I watched with some reflections upon the waste in life, and saw what 0 per feet eliminating blossom their love was be i coming. Just what married love is intended l t0 be-
 1 have now come to the extraordinary part 1 of my story. wonder how many will believe it; some will, 1 know.
 1 It was very hot in London, and the liar ingfelds resolved to run down to Brighton for a couple of days for q breath of sea air also to see an old aunt whom they made a point of seeing now and then Havins nieces myself who I trust may take pleasur, in visiting me when I am an old lady, l mus hero remark that thought it very pleas ing trait in their characters. However, thi was the beginning of it.
 A splendid moonlight night tempted Mai Haringf1eld to stroll out, leaving Calista tt keep the old aunt company. The grand ex panse of sea front never looks finer than un der brilliant moon. The tall house
 wreathed and softly plotted by darkness that might be palaces, the long drawn line of lamps dotting shining beads as far ey can reach, tN' mighty roar, or running whlS
 per of the waves are all parts of it's great at
 tractiveness
 Maj. Haringfeld selected bench on tn
 Hove esplanade nearest the sea, and sat ther
 happily with his cigar.
 But as he unused the power of association
 relentlessly working made him stand il
 spirit by lonely grave in far ava. churchyard. The moon 1t, as it say
 him, the wet dews lay upon it, the silence o
 night and of death was over it. Oh, not ''t
 bring back" but to bury-to do away wit
 some of those days that are past, when o
 this very spot he had done his best to rive
 to him the heart of 8 woman, when he ha eagerly drunk ill the sweet draught of he i. 'strong love.
 , A heavy sigh broke from him. At this ir ) stant light cold breeze passed over hin and also at the same instant he was awar , that some one was sitting on the same seq l wfth him. A tall. slight woman had quietl seated herself, and was gazing out to SC with her head turned away from him. } Half thinking he would move away, natural feeling of curiosity arrested hin