Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-16
UNF0RGIVEN.
By the Author of "Quatrefoil." "stt.
 Briavels," Etc.

l must try to remember the beginning of the story I have to tell-tho most strange in.
 comprehensive, and l may add, sad experi-
 ence of my life But it has nothing to do
 with my personal history: have been merely
 a locker on, while things beyond all under
 standing have passed before me.
 To fix the point from which q tale has been gradually drawn out is not easy, but in my
 own mind go back for the earliest dawn of
 poor Agatha Broomes tragedy to one autumn
 evening at Brighton, years ago.
 l had been enjoying a superb sunset on the
 cliff when she canlo suddenly up to me My
 husband met me afterwards and remember
 saying, Tho Broomes are here. Agatha saw
 mo cnd jumped out of the carriage never,
 knew her so bright, but you know always
 think her an odd, volcanic girl'
 Of course Tom smiled incredulouslv and
 said he had never found anything in the least
 unusual about the girl, who was somo sort of
 cousin of his. "She was not original, not in
 the least clever-ouly q sweet tempered. helr- less young female, who would bc a great drag upon poor maa if she happened to make a
 bad match"
 "The sweet temper" observed, lis fact, yet 1t Is delusive; It is the vintage upon the Qulescent crater. Look at her co!oring."
 Well, it is bit of the red chestnut" Tom replied, aSsentingly.
 We shall see; 1 think she is in love.n I remarked.
 He was interested, and wished to know the name of the favored man, but could not tell him that, neither could give distinct reasons for my sudden conviction.
 The following day was very wet and stormy. l had not thought of going out. neither did l expect any visitors; neverthe- less, just as it growing dusk in came Agatha Broome, her very tall, slight figure wrapped i'll furs, her cheeks aglow, her bright hair ruff1ed by the wind.
 She was a very thin, 1.-the creature but had she grown stout as years went on she would have been big, imposing woman, for her bones were not small. She had, 8 round face, full lips. red brown eyes, and an anti classical nose. She was not in the least beau- tful; even her rich, abundant wavy hair was too vividly red to be the right thing I had always found her pleasant, believed in there being much good ill her, and would have trusted her. No small praise, think
 Whether she meant to confess or not I do not know, but in the freight with the rain and the wind beating outside, she became sentimental in her talk, and then in slipped n2ne l knew well-Capt. Haringfield.
 So far as had heard of this young man he was good choice for her to have made and from what she said he seemed to be as wildly in love with her, as l easily discovered her to be with him. Their acquaintance had been short one, but ill my experience it does not take so long to run up love drama ill real life as it took Coleridge to write ''ChriStabel"
 Tom thought l was wonderfully clever to have found out that Agatha was in love in the space of twenty minutes, before she had told mo word about it; he was also glad to hear that Capt. Haringfeld was the man. She had not bound me over not to tell and l appeal to any married woman whether the temptation to do so was not too great to be resisted
 Agatha was wild to get back to town, and had no difficulty in guessing her reason: but one Sunday Capt. Haringtield turned up at Brighton with some friends and she had all hours walk with him on the cliff-an hour ot rapture, though l made a third in the party. l could not leave her to walk alone with him. She was silent girl, and spoke less than usual on this occasion, but he was q good talker, although self conscious, for which forgavo him, hoping that it was the result of his feelings with regard to Agatha, who positively looked handsome, with a Iu- m!nous sort of hrilliancy that had never seen before
 Tom has to listen to all my views upon men and women, and 1 enlarged upon Capt liar lngtield when We were alone. He was what many people call very handsome man. did not, but for obvious rcas0ns forbear to 1 describe him. Agatha woulG not have looked it Apollo or Antinous by his side With all this he was man Of intellect, and belonged i to the scientific soldier class of today. How ever, ill my experience Of him Ie was poetic, sentimental and melancholy, and 1 wondered if he imagined himself understood by Aga tha, who had not grain Of intellect.
 Further acquaintance explained tho mat -2r. lie was very vain man, and the in- cense of lattery intoxicated him. No flat cry can be so unbounded and so fatterine IS the adoriug belief of a woman desperately n love.
 He did not go back to town with his friends; the fascination of Agathas company was too attractive to him. A running fire of was kept up, and he st pped on to he very last hour possible. Agatha walked secure ill the seventh heavens. Her father vas rich, money loving man; his particu- ar position is no matter. Capt. Haringtield lad to make his way, and must probably go abroad. Here, therefore, 1 foresaw diff ,ulties ill the way of the couple, and was lot surprised that Capt. Haringfeld had left without making Agatha an offer of that cut md dried description which law would re- gard as binding thing.
 4ove in growth the fond deceit, whereby men the
 perfect greet.
 Agatha intoxicated herself with this drug. aken in its strongest form, for the period # Capt Haringfeld's stay Her indolent mother, whom moreover always suspected 'f mild bee ill her bonnet, had not the least dea how many sunset and moonlight strolls he two took together. Whenever I came lome from a friends house just in time for linner l saw them somewhere, or Tom stum- 'led across them as he took his after dinner igar. l can only describe Agatha's condi- ion, when her lover had departed, as one of ollapse. For sleep and food she substituted s lreams of him. She grew thin in a few days. he became monosyllabic to the last degree xcept when speaking of him, and she came o me at all hours in order to pour out her leart. Tom remarked that she had taken it cry badly" and we both felt very sorry for he girl. She haunted the house door at post ime, falling upon the letter that arrived fter few days like a starving animal upon morsel of food, and nearly fainting with when the post passed empty f what she craved after.
 Tom was Q little bit gloomy about it. His pinion was that if Capt, Haringheld meant |. T IL