Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-21

AcE0dIu aIlu saw brlan smiling at her. "Oh, it's you,' she said, with pout, as h
 caught her in his arms and kissed her. ROnly me-" said Brian, ungrammaticalIv disappointing, 1snt itF' "Oh, fearfully,n answered the girl. with | gay laugh, as arm in arm they walked to 1 wards the house. But do you know I mad | such curious mistake just now; though papa was you"
 How strange" said Brian, absently, fo | indeed he was admiring her charming face
 which looked so pure and sweet in the moon
 light.
 "Yes, wasn't itg" she replied. 'sHe had O, | light coat and a soft hat, just like you wea, sometimes, and as you are both the sam height, took you for one another" Brian did not answer, but there was cols feeling at his heart as he saw possibility O his worst suspicious being confirmed, for jus
 at that moment there came into his mind the
 curious coincidence of the man who got intt the hanson cab being dressed the same as h.
 was. What if-"nonsense," he said aloud
 rousing himself out of the train of though,
 the resemblance had suggested. "Im sure it isn't, said Madge, who haG
 been talking about something else for the
 last five minutes. "You are a very rude young man."
 II beg your pardon" said Brian, waking Up. "You were saying"-
 ''That the horse is the most noble of all animals Exactly"
 'I don't understand"-began Brian. rather puzzled.
 "Of course you don't, i" interrupted Madge, petulantly; considering I've been wasting my eloquence on deaf man for the last ten minutes, and very likely lame as we'll as deaf" And to prove the truth of the re- lorsIy ct1r
 her. He had long chase of it, for Madge was nimble and better acquainted with the garden than he was, but at last he caught her just as she was running up the steps into the house, and then-history repeats itself.
 They went into the drawing room and found that MT. Frettlby had gone up to his study, and did not want to be disturbed Madge sat down to the piano, but before she struck note, Brian took both her hands prisoners.
 'Madge," he said gravely, as she turned round, 'what did your father say when you made that mistake2"
 "He was very angry" she answered. Quite cross; I'm sure don't know why.n
 Brian sighed as he released her hands. and was about to reply when the visitors bell sounded, they heard the servant answer it. and then some one was taken up stairs to MT. Frettlby's study.
 When the footman came in to light the gas. Madge asked who it was that had come to the door,
 Fl don't know, miss, " he answered.; Che said he wanted to see Mir. Frettlby particularly. so took him up to the study.n
 "But thought that papa said he was not to be disturbed?'
 ''Yes, miss, but the gentleman had an ap- pointment with him."
 "Poor papa" sighed Madge, turning again to the piano. "He has always got such lot to do."
 Left to themselves, Madge began playing Waldteufers last new valse, a dreamy, haunt ing melody, with touch of sadness in it. and Brian, lying lazily on the sofa, listened Then she sang gay little French song about love and a butterfly, with mocking refrain. which made Brian laugh
 Madge suddenly stopped, as she heard A loud cry, evidently proceeding from her fathers study. Recollecting Dr. Chinston's warning, she ran out of the room and up- stairs, leaving Brian rather puzzled by her unceremonious departure, for though he had heard the cry, yet he did not attach much importance to it.
 Madge knocked at the study door, and then she tried to open it, but it was locked.
 "Who's there9' asked her father sharply from inside.
 "Only me, papa," she answered. 1T Thought you were"-
 "Nol No-rm all right" replied her father, quickly. ''Go down stairs: I'll join you shortly"
 Madge went back to the drawing room only half satisfied with the explanation. She found Brian waiting at the door, with rather an anxious face
 "What's the mattera" he asked, as she paused moment at the foot of the stairs.
 "Papa says nothing" she replied; "but I am sure he must have been startled, or he would not have cried out like that.n
 She told him what Dr. Chinston had said about the state of her fathers heart, 8 re- cital which shocked Brian. greatly. They did not return to the drawing room, but went out on the veranda, where, after wrapping a cloak around Madge, Fitzgerald lit cigar ette. They sat down at the far end of the Veranda, somewhat in the shadow, and could see the hall door wide open and a warm Hood of mellow light pouring therefrom, and beyond the cold white moonshine. After about quarter of an hour, Madges alarm about her father having somewhat subsided, they were chatting on indifferent subjects. when a man came out of the hall door and paused for moment on the steps of the ve- 'anda. He was dressed in rather fashion able suit of clothes, but, in spite of the heat 'f the night, had a thick white silk scarf 'ound his throat
 That's rather a cool individual" said Brian, removing his cigarette from between ais teeth 'I wonder what-good Godr he 'ried, rising to his feet as the stranger turned 'ound to look at the house and took off his lat for moment. Roger Morelandw
 The man started and looked quickly round nto the dark shadow of the veranda where hey were seated, then, putting on his hat, an quickly down the path, and they heard | he gate clang after him.
 Madge felt a sudden fear at the expression m Brian's face, and revealed by ray of moonlight streaming full on it.
 "Who is Roger Moreland?" she asked, ] ouching his arm. "Ahi remember with | udden horror; "Oliver Whyte's friend"
 "Yes," in hoarse whisper, 'sand one of the | witnesses at the trial"
 ~ CHAPTER xxx.