Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-28

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 "A mystery, how char,ning!' she smiled; "iet me picture him: tall, with clustering auburn hair on his godlike head"-
 Plsh-e1cuse me, my dear-but more hkely the fellow Is some low, drunken jail nard you would be afraid to pass on the street Some day they will find out there 1s no good making working people uneasy. They want the work, and they ought to be glad the work wants them. Their interests are identical with ours"
 "No doubt,o assented MT. Ellingsworth, in his suavest tones, that seemed too smooth for satire, but perhaps they think you get too large share of the dividends"
 You like to round your sentences pretty well" rctorted Mr. Breton, flushing slightly, "but do you mean to say you, of all men, sympathize with this labor reform nonsensey'
 Ellingsworth smiled and shrugged his shapely shoulders just visibly
 "You ought to know me, Mir. Breton. I sympathize with-nobody. It is too much trouble And as for the sufferings of the lower classes-they may be very pitiable- don't see how the neither millstone can help itself, or for that matter be helped either" :" Then he glanced curiously toward the piano.
 "Why, where are our young people7'
 After considerable dumb show Bertha had become aware that Philip had some intelli- gence of startling nature to communicate. So it happened that, at the moment MT. Ellingsworth inquired for them, the young people stood just inside the door of the cozy little room called "the studyn
 II am going to have some high fun to- ing. l want to see the business from the in- side, when the public show isn't going on"
 The girl looked at him in astonishment. "They won't let you in."
 "That's just where the fun is coming. It is going to be better than all the college devil try, and-wait here two minutes and I'll show you"
 Book shelves ran up to the ceiling on the side of the room, opposite the door. A long of- flee table stretched across the center almost to the high window looking toward the street. But all the business associations did not oppress this elegant young woman, who threw herself in luxurious abandon into the solitary easy chair. She apparently did not find love very disturbing No doubt she only smiled at its poems, fervid with a passion un- known to her calm, even life. Her young lover had often been frightened at the firm outline of the cold red lips, with never a thought of kisses on them, and at the sprite-
 
 looked curiously at him when love softened his voice and glorified his face. She was not listening for his returning footsteps, not one line of eaSerness or of suspense was on the dispassionate face, while she played with the flashing jewel her lover had placed long age on her finger.
 The door opens behind her, but she does moi turn her head-no doubt he will come il front of her if he wishes to be-there he is,s slight figure, looking very odd and disagree able in the soiled and ill fitting clothes he has put on, with no collar or cuffs but blu flannel shirt open a button or two at bis neck His faded pantaloons were roughly thrus' into the tops of an immense pair of cowhide; boots which apparently had never been so much as shadowed by box of backing. His black eyes sparkle as he holds out to her a bandless felt hat which shows the marks of a long and varied history. Bertha looked at him in dull distaste. What a poor mouth he had, and how unpleasantly his face wrinkled when he smiled.
 II wouldn't ever do this again." she said coldly.
 A hurt look came into bis eyes; he dropped his hat on the floor and was turning dejected- ly away.
 The fun was all gone, and her words and her look he knew would come back to him a thousand times when he should be alone.
 But she put out her hand to him like the scepter of queen. "Never mind-you will generally wear better clothes than these, won't you!''
 "But wouldn't like to have that make my difference" said Philip, looking wistfully ut the cool white hand he held "Supposing I was poor"-
 She drew her hand away in1patiently. If no hof Enn h,xp ha koA fhoy, ho o,,16 have chosen another time for his lovers fool ishness
 Don't get poor. like pretty things and graceful manners and elegant surroundings; that is the way am made. should suffo- cate if didn't have them" "But," urged Philip uneasily, "you couldn't love anybody but me, could your She smiled charmingly. "You must not let mel" Then she rose as if to dismiss the subject Are you all ready?' In q minute moro he was, after he had fastened on his yellow whiskers and bronzed over his face and neck and white wrists. ''Your own father wouldn't know you!" she l laughed, as they opened the outer door. Philip went down two steps. You shake the foundation with those l boots." He was quite recovering his spirits, now that she was so kind with him. And you will tell me all about 1t, and whether the leader has auburn hair as saida How long ,efore you will come back-an hours Well, l III be here as long as that" He pulled his great hat well down over hif 1 eyes and started, but at the gate he turned to 1 look back.
 Bertha stood in the doorway, tall and 1 4ueenly, the red gold of her hair glistening l in the light like halo about her head. He could not catch the look in her face, but as she stood she raised her hand to her lips ] and threw him kiss with gesture of ex- quisite grace.
 In moment more he heard her at the ] piano, and he tried to keep clumsy step tx 1 the strain from La Traviata" that came l throbbing after him.
 CHAPTER II. MAsQUERADING Philip pushed open the door of Marke hall and looked in. About sixty men wer, scattered over the benches in all conceivabl, ! positions. A number held pipes betwee1 their teeth. filling the room with the ranl