Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-22
BY CHARLES I. BELLAMY.

BY CHARLES ]. BELLAMY.
 Then he stepped to the door of the carriage and turning the knob threw it wide open. The moonlight revealed woman surrounded with carpet bags and shawls. A thick brown veil concealed her features, but Mir. Giddings took off his hat to her. ..,
 ''Mrs. Breton, believe"
 ''Why yes," she did not recognize him, ''but am in hurry," she said nervously drawing back
 ''No, you don't," insisted Giddings, mount ing the steps, ''1 guess you don't know me-" His liquor began to overcome him again, thames Giddings, aint goin' far, are yous' nzng h at ast e hs1e nd e9n farher haven't IF"
 "Not smuch as your second husbands paid me since" he gurgled: '1f you're goin' so Breton"
 "Drive on, command you, she screamed, and the horses started. Giddings lurched forward, and Bertha put out her white hands with an oath, at something to hold to, but she loOsened her India shawl and the man carried it with him into the ditch. But he leaped to his feet
 ''Hold stop! police! police!" but Giddings had no sooner spoken than the village police man laid his hand on his arm.
 "Here I am, sir, what]l you have!'
 "Stop that carriage; arrest that woman, she is criminal" Giddings had shaken off the policeman's grasp and started to run after the carriage.
 "You must be very drunk,' said the other, overtaking him, ''that is MT. Bretons wife"
 II know that" screamed the lawyer, land tell you to stop her, let me go."
 "MOre likely you're the criminal. HallO, what you doing with that Indy shawl Guess I'll have to lock you up. Come along quiet, now"
 But Giddings was perfectly frantic He fought with his feet and hands, and with his teeth, kicking, tearing and biting like wild beast.
 "Don't let her escape, l say, never mind me, I'll give you a thousand dollars. I'll tear your heart out, you villain. Stop her, stop her!" The officer grew angry at last, and drew his billet, but still the fellow struggled and screamed like wild creature, till blow after blow paralyzed his arms, and finally stretched him unconscious and bleeding on the ground. lifted him to his feet soon after, and led him along, subdued at last.
 But woman had stood in her window as the carriage had rolled by, and she had rec OgniZed the equipage, too. A sudden change came over her face.
 "Where are you going, Jennie?" Her helS- band looked up calmly from his paper.
 .'Out a minute" she hardly looked at him, ''that is all."
 But it is almost o'clock, my dear, what can you want Out!"
 Her breath came fast, and two bright red spots burned in her cheeks. Mir. Ellingsworth had never seen her so pretty. He must keep her so few moments. He stepped to the door and turned the key, then he put it in his pocket and threw himself back on his chair again.
 She faced him with flashing eyes.
 ''How dare you--am your slavea want to go out"
 Her husband settled down cozily in his seat, and smiled his old brilliant smile. She had never seen him laugh any more than the lest of his acquaintances He might, per maps, have laughed before an intimate, but men like Silas Ellingsworth have no inti- mates.
 "How lovely you are when you are angry I see have made mistake in being so ami able with you What treats l have lost. Why, you are better than all actress my dear. Such coloring as yours does not hurt the complexion"
 Precious time was flying: the carriage had rolled away out of sight; her victim had out witted her-her hate would be baked for ever, and all for her husbands foolish caprice. She stamped her foot at him. II must go." There was yet time to rouse the villagers, and fetch back the fugltives from justice. Oh, what devil of stupidity had possessed her wise husband tonight? "Give me the key" She had come close to him, but she did not scream when she was angry, her voice grew low and almost hoarse, ''or will leave you forever"
 serious air, and Jane felt vaguely fright ened; she had never seen him sober with her. Could he do any more than others when they are angry? She did not reason about it; she only began to be afraid of her own words. His was the only nature ill the world could have tanned her so completely.
 Every moment Philip Bretons carriage was bearing the woman Jane hated to safety and peace that her false heart had never de- served. But there were feeter horses in Bre- tonville than his; they could be pursued; they could be overtaken and dragged back ir greater ignominy than ever. It would be more terrible for Bertha even than if the blow had come while she sat serene in her own home To be overtaken in flight would cap her shame Jane threw herself into her husbands arms. She kissed his eyes, his mouth, his white neck; she covered his smooth hands with kisses; twining her arms carressing epithets on him. Then she drew herself away. Her black hair had been part ly loosened, and as she stood hung well down her flushed cheeks. She had raised her hands | and clasped them over her bosom; her lips parted; surely no human being can resist such wistful beauty as hers. "Please let me go." But before he could answer she heard a noise like thunder and rushed to the window. She sees nothing, but the sound comes on | nearer and nearer; it comes from the hill. Something white gleams in the moonlight. "What do you see!' asked MT. Ellingsworth | carelessly, returning to his newspaper. | She holds her breath. Nearer it comes, 1 Philips white horse Joe on mad gallop. l But Philip is not upon him. Who is that rsder, with long, uncovered hair and pale, | haggard face? He strikes the maddened ami nal every moment for better speed, though | DOW they seem flying faster than the wind. l The man is Curran. Let him be his own avenger, then.
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