Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-18


 with that excessively orange hair that it was no use, calling gold. And her dress! It would have been very handsome for three years ago, but in style quite gone out. He did not talk much to her, but she was staring all the time at him in manner l consider quite disgraceful. With his pretty, popular wife, too! l had no idea that Maj. Haring- field would be the man to carry on all out rageous Irritation like that"
 Did not catch my own name" asked the subject of discussion, looking her straight in the face with look that said: 'I heard every word.n
 ''Oh, well, since you did hear, do tell me the name of the very striking woman sitting next you, Mai HaringfeldF'
 "On one side of me there was some man, l do not know who. OnShe other there was vacant stall, ,' he answered firmly.
 "Oh, now, really, what a goose you must think me. She was really so very conspicu. ous that"- Here the little lady was bus tied away to her carriage, and a meaning nod over her shoulder ended the sentence. Haringfeld walked away with white lips.
 Before many days all of London to whom Maj. Haringfield was known knew that he had been seen at the theatre, in the park, at dusk in Pail Mall, also on the embankment and on the underground railway with a tall richly dressed girl, pale faced, red haired always the same ore It surprised 0 good many people; no one knew who or what the girl was. She was gaunt and in bad health, she did not appear attractive, she had never been seen to speak.
 It was whispered, to make more of q story, that she had been seen with him both at FoIkestone and Brighton.
 Maj. Haringfield, whose wife was popular, was under cloud.
 was surprised by note from Mai. liar. irgfeld ono day, requesting for private in terview Surprised, however. is scarcely the right term. Some of these strange rumors had reached my ears, and was filled with indignation agsinst the husband of my dear Calista. Already this ungrateful mon- ster of fickleness had been attracted from her by some unworthy object, who had doubt less fattered that old vanity of his; and I was tho more disgusted by the resemblance this new flame seemed to bear to the girl who had died Of broken heart for his sake. If that was really, after all, his taste why did he forsake her:' 1 asked myself
 1 received him coolly; I was not particu- larly ready to receive him at all. His con- duct all along appeared to me most des- picable.
 He came in looking harassed and haggard II ought to apologize for troubling you," he began with a gloomy air, "but I can bear it no longer, and in you alone in the world can l dare confide", l looked at him in i'm measurable surprise.
 'Yes, you alone, for you know all ," he re- sumed; 'the whole miserable story"
 ''To what story do you refer, Maj. Haring- field!' I asked. I could not say to winch story.
 Bending his head, ill which I saw gray hairs coming, he answered "There is but one whatever you may have heard. Agatha Broome is averaging the wrong did her she-she comes back.n
 How cold I became all of a sudden. Her last words, II will come back" missed again ill my ears.
 ''You have heard that am seen constantly with some woman, you must have. The last time was ill my office, man from the Horse Guards came in. swear to you as solemnly as e man can swear that it is Agatha and nc other that so-haunts mo. Yes, I am a haunted man, and if it were not for Calista wish 1 were dead one."
 was silent; facing such an announcement as that, what could I say? For this was nc hallucinaton, there was q crowd of witnesses to establish the fact, while yet that fact be- longed to some sphere quite outside and be yond human knowledge.
 "This is q very awful thing, Maj Haring. field said at length. Have you told your wifef'
 'How could I? She never heard of Agatha Perhaps 1 should have made a clean breast oi it-before she consented to marry an un worthy brute, but it is too late now"
 ''Whyr
 My answer was given by the face of the man. It quivered with fear born of vanity pride, love. He dreaded inexpressibly any loss of her good opinion.
 Gan such things bel' ejaculated ''Who can say what can cannot be?" he replied. We know only that we do not know. Only through chinlz in the wall here and there do we even find out that the wal itself is there.
 I've die like the dogs-well and good-ther what is tho meaning of all by which we live But we do not; then there is a life behind the veil even more closely hid from us than our life here. Well, wo know nothing about it so everything is possible If it exists for us we go there with all our rags about us [ hopes, fears, moral aims, failures, yearnings mental powers. Can't exist without the brain? Folly-the brain can't exist without them. We are imperfect here; we leave the world imperfect, and beginning on the other side, we naturally tend towards what we have left-a strong train of ideas and over mastering feeling cannot be got rid of sud denly. Sne dogs my StepS-l deserve it. 'Who breaks pays broke a awoman's heart and life, and she is wrecking mine. Calista begins to be unhappy. You of course con sider me heartless, but I cannot bear to ses her suffer. What will be the end of it?' | was actually trembling by this time remembered Agathas dying despair anG threat: "To his life's end" ''As I suffered be shall suffer-"
 fear had very little solid consolation te offer. All could advise was that he should tell his wife. He did not take this advice think he was sorry afterwards that he hac not done so
 { met Calista out one evening soon after and was struck by her altered looks. There was wistful expression, shadow about hel eyes, and, above all, a look in those eyes once seen never to be mistaken, of menta suffering. They were little brighter thar usual, and the pupils rather smaller They held the door upon their secret and ye pleaded that there was no secret behind it In the face of rumor she had remained stanch, but when her own eyes had wit messed what rumor whispered, she could not but believe. Then, silent to the world aware of her husbands misery of mind, ant waiting, i'll her great patience of love, tt ' hear his confession. she bore the thinc