Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-13

Cation hesitated moment, for he thought that if the reason of Brian's silence was, as he surnrsed, intrigue with married wo- man, he would certainly not tell the girl he was engaged to about it-but, on the other hand, there might be some other reason, and Calton trusted to Madge to find it out With these thoughts in his mind he turned round. "Yes," he answered, boldly, ''it may save his life."
 ''Then will go" she answered, reckless1y. "He is more to me than my father, and if can save him, I will. Waitn and she ran out of the room
 "An uncommonly plucky girl" murmured the lawyer, as he looked out of the window ''If Fitzgerald is not a fool he will certainly tell her all-that is, of course, if he is able to queer things these women are-Iquite agree with Balzac's saying that no wonder man couldn't understand woman, seeing that God, who created her, failed to do so."
 Madge came back dressed to go out, with heavy veil over her face.
 Shall I order the carriageP' she asked pulling on her gloves with trembling fingers. "Hardly,n answered Calton dryly, ''unless you want to see a paragraph in the society papers to the effect that Miss Madge Fret tlby visited MT. Fitzgerald in jail, no-no- howell get a cab. Come, my dear" and taking her arm he led her away
 They reached the station, and caught Q train just as it started, yet notwithstanding Madge was in lever of impatience.
 ''How slow it goes," she said, fretfully.
 "Hush, my dear" said Calton, laying his hand on her arm. "You will betray your self-well arrive soon-and save him."
 "Oh, God grant we may" she said, with a low cry, clasping her hands tightly together, while Calton could see the tears falling from under her thick veil.
 'This is not the way to do,n he said, almost roughly; you'll go into mysteries soon-con- trol yourself for his sake" 'For his sake," she muttered, and, with a powerful effort of will, calmed herself They soon arrived in Melbourne, and, getting a hanson, drove up quickly to the jail. After going through the usual formula they en- tered the cell where Brian was, and, when the warder who accompanied them opened the door, found the young man seated on his bed, with his face buried in his hands. He looked up, and, on seeing Madge, rose and held out his hands with cry of delight. She ran forward, and threw herself on his breast with stuffed sob. For a short time no one i spoke-Calton being at the other end of the cell, busy with some notes which he had i taken from his pocket, and the warden hay. ing retired.
 My poor darling" said Madge, strokine back the soft fair hair from his flushed fore head, "how ill you look"
 "Yesl" answered Fitzgerald, with hard laugh. "Prison does not improve 8 man does itT'
 Don't speak in that tone, Brian" i" she said Sit is not like you-let us sit down and talk | calmly over the matter"
 q don't see what good that will do," he answered, wearily, as they sat down hand ir hand. 1T have talked about it to Calton til my head aches, and it is no good"
 "Of course not,n retorted the lawyer sharply, as he also sat down. ''Nor will ii be any good until you come to your senses and tell us where you were on that night"
 ''I tell you cannot"
 "Brian, dear," said Madge, softly, taking his hand, ''you must tell all-for my sake"
 Fitzgerald sighed-this was the hardest temptation he had yet been subjected to-he felt half inclined to yield, and chance the re sult-but one look at Madge's pure face steeled him against doing so. What could his confession bring but sorrow and regret to one whom he loved better than his lfea
 "Madge!" he answered, gravely, taking he1 hand again, ''you do not know what yor ask"
 "Yes, dol" she replied, quickly. "I asl you to save yourself-to prove that you ar' not guilty of this terrible crime, and not tS sacrifice your life for the sake ofr-
 Hereshe stopped, and looked helplessly a Calton, for she had no idea of the reason o Fitzgerald's refusal to speak.