Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-12
He had turned his shoulder onh his daupht.r "a ~.-od o< Lio wife only.

and gazed at his wife only.
 aOh Michaeln auavered Mrs StranoAe,d talking in her handkerchief. Jenny hath done a mad thing. She has just now owned it, and surprise makes 1ooi of me. But thou must bear with her, Michael Dacrit onlv is she euilty of-nothing worse. hushand You will show her mercy, Michael: for ia not she our only child9 And the Lords truth is in the saving. that stolen waters are sweet. and bread eaten in secret is pleasant. D asBut he knowe.A not that the dead ara here. and that her guests are in the depths of hell.'n quoted MT. Strangfeld, in his deep tones. "What has our child been doingp
 There was a short pause, and then Mrs. Strangfeld, removing her handkerchief from her eyes, and piteously looking at Jenny, feebly answered.: "She mas secretly married | the son of Dr. Shaw" Now most certain it was that Mr. Strang- field had expected worse confession than this; for it is truth not fatrering to the saintly severity of such natures as his, that their conjectures are apt to sink to the very | lowest deep of wrong doing, and stay there | until drawn up again by discovery into | pertinent bearings. For moment, there l fore, he was visited by a sense of relief; for | not instantly could his mind get quit of the foul idea so as to apprehend strictly the meaning of his wife's words. But when once l amazement; and as though he discredited his hearing, as though his daughter had under gone some physical transformation that be- wildered him utterly, he stared at her; then, in a terrible voice, cried: | "Let me hear this from your own lips woman!"
 @Father, it is true am Cuthbert Shaw's wife"
 He walked round the table to his chair as though intending to sit, but still stood
 "When did you marry him"
 "When was at my aunt Rachers" When you were at your aunt Rachefs! That is three weeks since. Give me the day"
 Ut was on Wednesday, father-I do not know the date. I forget" replied the girl, trembling like one in an ague, yet never shifting her feverishly lustrous eyes from her fathers face.
 "You will have to remember the date name me the church."
 "It was in London-I cannot tell the name I will think presently" and she pressed her cold hands to her forehead. "You remember Slothing-neither the date of your marriage nor the church wherein you were marriedp he said; and, looking around him with pathetic manner of un- certainty he moved toward the door. "Michael!" exclaimed Mrs. Strangfeld in a whisper, laying her hand on his arm, "where art thou goings"
 "To fetch the woman's husband, and ex- anime him before thee. Let me go!" he an swered, fercely, shaking her hand off.
 "Oh, Michael, you will not find him-he hath left Greystonel Just now came a gentleman to inquire for him here. It was the news that overcame her. Poor Jennyl- my little one!" and she sobbed bitterly. IT. ! enemy.
 "Gonep he shouted; then, subduing his voice: "Gone, do you say, wifea"
 "Yes, Michael, indeed, indeed Not ten minutes ago a gentleman was here to tell us. Mr. Shaw has not been home all night; and whether he is dead, or why he hath gone Oh Jenny! Look, Michael; she is dying Oh, help herl help herl"
 The girl was sinking on the floor, when the mother with a bound was at her side and caught her as she fell. Bestowing z single glance upon the group MT. Strangfield strode into the passage, seszed his hat, anc left the house.
 With long, resolute steps he swung his arms up the High street to the corner of tho road that led to Greystone school
 The boys were at their games in the play ground as he skirted the wall.
 MT. Strangfeld walked to the house. dool w1Cn reSOlVeu step, ana pulied the Deu The servant examined his face curiously, a
 if she would read tidings of Dr. Shaw's sol there, but hesitated when questioned if tn doctor could be seen.
 "Tell him that have come to talk to hin
 about the young master" said Strangield
 whereupon the girl admitted him, but lief
 him in the hall, while she went into the study
 Then returning: "If yon please, what name2
 But Strangfield was in no temper for form ality, even if he were one to admit its uses he put the servant aside and entered tn study, closing the door behind him. The room was darkened by the curtains yet there was light enough to disclose tn
 figure of Dr. Shaw, seated near the table his head lifted out of his hand, staring at tn unceremonious intruder In an instant b ? rose, and, drawing himself erect, exclaimed q have not the pleasure to know you, sil , I desired the servant to obtain your name" "My name is Michael Strangfeld, and m trade be shipbuilding. I'm deacon of th t Baptist chapel, in George street, which , better than saying that only bitter erran : could have brought me into Dr. Shaw ] house."
 l "Be pleased to sit" said the doctor, coldl, @ and stepped to the window and drew apal l the curtains.
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