Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1888-02-14

"And you won't blame me, whatever haE-
pensf'
mo, oh, never" Tho color came back into
his face; his triumphant heart sent the hot
blood through every vein and artery.
"And you will remember I warned your
EYES," he whispered, land will remind
you Of it when you have made me tho hap
piest man in the world. But we"wont wait
| till Jane comes back; we will be married to-
| morrow"
|. "Oh, no." Her smile was very beautiful
and sweet, but as cold as the river Of death.
'The day after, then. Say the day after
TOMORROW, before anything has time to hap
pen."
! He saw her lips We're forming fer ''no,"
but he kissed it away; and another ard
another, till she broke away from him with
a laugh.
"Well, yes, then; but you will be sorry for
it to the end Of your life" He made her put:
on her hat after tea and they went across the
| fields to the village cemetery.
Ho had stirred her by his enthusiasm to
unwonted pitch. but now she had become
colder than ever, and very silent. It seemed
| as il she were sorry for what shc had prom
ised, and Philip was afraid each moment
that she would open her lips and take it all
| back. He talked very eagerly to her all the
| way to take up her mind, telling her all TIE
| plans he had made and how gloriously they
seemed to be succeeding. She did not make
much response to what he said. but he was
only too glad that she did not repeat the
words sho had met h.a with In the after
noon. AT last they stood by massive pillar
Of granite; not broken to signify al i:icom-
plete life work, but perfect in symmetry and
| finished in outline. Bertha could mako out
in the deepening twilight the nanlo Of
ezekiel Breton" cut deep into the everlast-
ing stone.
81 wish my father had seen things little
| differently, and could have laid the founla-
! tions Of oil the mills in justice and charity.
| He could not see that We arc all men together,
and the wants that he had the worklncn suf-
fsred too He did what he thought was
right, as do so many thousand men to-day,
whose every breath means harder burden
for the poor"
"W'hat is the use of considering tho poor:
They havo no gratitude. And then they are
made differently from us; they have their
place; let them be content with it. Your
father was right"
How cold and hard her voice was, and he
had seen her SO enthusiastic over the wrongs
Of the poor.
"But they ought to have chance to enjoy
a little more Of what they earn, there arc so
many of them.' But she made no answer,
and Philips heart sank with the conviction
that he must carry out his great work as he
had begun il, alone Ho had counted on her
sympathy. ho had felt sure Of it, aud he was
SO lonely aanbng tho grand ideas no had
summoned into his soul, but perhaps it was
not best for him; man never. knows,
It was quite dark when be hade Bertha
good night at her gate. Flo had kept nor
hand for e no,aent after she would lnva
EohG, In the thrilling indulgence Of tho sc,,sa
R possession, His heart was v;Hy full. his
hdpa was almost blossolning into reality; ii
last when it had seemed blighted oeca in.o
despait.. Only two more days, AMI all the
storms that might rage could never separate