Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-28
FORGED APART
By w. CLARK RUSSELL
Author of the 'sWreck of the Grosrenor," {"
 "A Sailors S,cecthcart," Etc
CHAPTER XXVII
HUSBAND AND WIFE.

It was bright day, but the wind very Keen. and the country white-looking for it, tnougn there was no frost. From side to side Cuthbert's eyes roamed as the coach rat tied him up the High street, but no familiar face did he encounter. Yesl one there was an old boatman, who stood sucking pipe at the door of an ale house Always, when Cuthbeft went fishing, this was the man who had rowed him out to sea- He was past In moment, and out of the High street rolled the coach on to the level country road. And now, by changing his seat, might Cuth- bert have caught a glimpse on his right hand, of the roof and chimney pots of Grey stone school But he did not change his seat, nor turn his head, nor give his father thought That his father was we'll was news to satisfy into silence the faint filial instinct that stirred in him. Why, it was his own foolish silence and the trick of secret mar riage that had brought the shame of scandal upon his wife; but, pricked by memory of the cold restraint that had kept him boy when he was man, he would have been an angel not to refer all his own and Jenny's sorrow to his father.
 With his arms folded tightly over his breast, and all his heart given to violent strife with dismaying emotion, and the terror of great love, wrought by expectation and hope to the extreme point where other pas sions begin, Cuthbert was carried at sharp trot along the hard road, and over the ruts which the cold had congealed into iron; past the brown land of fields and leafless hedge rows, where balls of birds perched without futter; and the steam from the horses nos trils drove out from either side the coach like throbs of an escape pipe under the ham, mering of a cylinder.
 At last came up gray stone front, with green ivy dourishing upon it, and the wheels rang out multiplied echo.
 Cuthbert called to the man to stop
 "This is Winston?"
 "Ay, sir. '"
 "I'll get out here"
 He alighted with his travelling bag, and put money into the drivers hand, which set the fellow groping for change, until be found the passenger walking away.
 A man was standing at the door of the Greyhound Inn. He touched his cap to Cuthbert, thinking him customer for Sally, for this was MT. Walker.
 "Will you please direct me to Mrs. Strang- fields housep said Cuthbert.
 You can see him from here, sir. Come vheer I stand. There's him with the top window built out. l reckon the old lady's seein' company to-day" exclaimed MT. Walker
 "Who is therea" inquired Cuthbert, quickly.
 "Well, the little schoolmaster from Grey stones there, and then there's yersef master One an one maketh two, that's company for Winston. An if it warn't for my garden stoof the Lord help my landlord"
 "Is Mrs. Shaw therea"
 "Ay, day an night" answered MT Walker, taking close look at the speaker at this.
 Cuthbert noticed the glance, and went for ward
 The house stood back from the lane, with @ space of twenty feet or so of garden before it. big and pretty country cottage, with the old equipment of porch and eaves and bay windows trenching upon the oval plot of grass.
 When he was at the gate of it the ham mering of his heart confused his head and for some moments he stood unable to ad- vance, hidden by the railing and impene- trable tangle of evergreen within.
 Courage came to him then, and with swing of the body he passed through the gate and struck the door. 541 s@t8f s1E@
 It was opened by Mrs. Strangfield herself He knew her instantly, and she him. But wonderful it was to behold in her face the stupefaction of surprise, yielding to in- credulity and fear, then to prodigious doubt, then to @ light of wild rapture.
 In breathless voice: "Cuthbert Shawl o, Jennyl o, my darlingl It is well with thee at last!" and her hands fell upon his
 
 "Where is shes' he exclaimed, lowering his voice to whisper. "Break the news to her gently. She thinks me dead, hear. Is that room emptys Hushl think hear her."
 He drew a fierce, short breath, and on tip toe stole into a room on the left of the hail. beckoning to Mrs. Strangfeld to follow him.
 The poor woman closed the door, and with her back against it stared at him as though the ideas his presence gave her were not to be mastered
 "Is she well-quite wellg he asked.
 "Oh, yes, MT. Shaw, she is we'll Dear heart; how wonderful to see thee Ay, is she well. But, pretty dear one, God knows she has suffered for thee Truly she thinks you dead! Were you not in ship that was sunks Alack! but minute ago you were drowned, and now you are here! Oh, my head! my head! Why, who is Jenny with now, but thy very own father! Often dotb he come to see his daughter-for that she is now to him, and so he terms her, and truly loves her. Oh, Mr. Shaw, what will she say to hear of you-to see you" Her excitement was past weeping. She was distracted by the sight of him, and could not yet believe her senses.
 "Mrs. Strangfeld, pray go to her at once, and tell her am here. Go, beseech you. cannot endure delay" And saying this ne went to Cne OOOT, ITOHA which she drew away, and held it open, and she passed out,
 Now, in the adjacent room, toasting his feet at the fire, and his frill showing frostily upon his breast, in contrast with the ruby light from the grate, sat Dr. Shaw. snuffbox in hand, cozily nursing his figure in a good arm chair. Facing him sat Jenny, in deep mourning, her pale loveliness taking from dejection and the somberness of her apparel a fine and unapproachable delicacy.
 Her hands were upon her lap, and her head dropping and in that pose she listened to Dr. Shaw, who was explaining to her the offer he had that morning received for the transfer of his school
 | It was easy to from the manner in which he addressed her, and the expression in the eyes that he bent on her, that she had made her way to his heart, and was, indeed, to his soul what he named her with his lips daughter
 Otherwise 1t was not in nature that it should have been. He was a lonely old man now, for whom his calling held no more relish; quite friendless in Greystone. with an ever-present ache ill his heart which his proud face might dissemble, but which ruled his conduct.
 This had brought him to the tender gir whose honor he had once rudely doubted | .J,. 11~~. cl,o 1<@,.o h hoc