Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-19
FORGED APART
By w. CLARK RUSSELL.
A"tnor of the "Wreclc of the Grosrenor,n
 A Sdito,'s S,oeetheart," Etc.

In paroxysm of grief and love she ran toward the door. But her husband came after her hastily, and his hand fell upon her shoulder
 Where would you goT' he said.
 "Io find my child. Michael, let me be- I will not te hindered!n
 He drew her back from the door and closed it violently
 Listen to reason, womanln he exclaimed. controlling his voice with an effort that dis colored and convulsed his features. "You run mad easily. and madness is on you now, and In this temper you are not to be trusted abroad. What will your sorrow do but pub fish our shame? At thy time of life to chase phantom. Such is your child now; for where is she gone, and what road will you takee On, fool! to let love blind thee to the curse that God has set upon our foreheadsl You have sucked vice, and I have loved it and caressed it, and now it has brought shame upon us and lefRus! The will of the Lord of Hosts be donei But this is my death, Jane Wife, this thing has put ice in my heart I am cold here"
 He stopped short, with his hand upon his breast, shaking his head slowly, with his frown gone.
 "Sit thee down, Michael My poor mani This is cruel hard upon us bothl What have we done that God should take our only one from us2 Sit thee dowa. Why do you pluck at your shirt!-your hand is all of shiver" 1+.g5
 She pushed chair under him and he sank into it, and faintly beat with his fingers upon his thigh, looking downward with a sideway droop of the head
 He rallied presently, and gazed at her wistfully with a softened eye, as she stood before him with averted face silently crying
 "Am not 1 wise, Jane, to restrain thee from running into the town to seek the girl? That which is crooked saith the preacher, cannot be made straight; and that which is wanting cannot be numbered If shs come not back of her own accord, is it meet that her mother should bring her! Not with my leave shall you do it. And if she come, goi for this house will not hold us two. Hushl I'll not hear you. Your love is mothers, and I say, God help thee but if she were twenty times my child, the hem of her gar ment should, not touch the sole of my boot, so hateful hath her sin made her in my sight"
 He spoke with subdued energy-as man in an illness might, indeed; and though bitter and shocking as his words were for his wife to hear, yet his broken aspect his ashen face, his dropping head, the senile twitching of his fingers, the dulled gleam in his eye, were sights of pathos to modify pure maternal anguish with wifely yearn- ing and a dim dread not yet defnable
 "You will not think her honest!" she moaned. "You will not believe that fear has driven her forth. If she is ignorant of the church wherein sha was married, and hath no memory to help thee to find it, would she not think with terror on the journey and fly rather than take it with you who are so stern to her? Oh, Michael, it drives me mad to stand here and think of her as lonely, helpless wanderer."
 "Why do you say thats Has the man no friends, or means to give her shelteri How know you that her flight is not scheme to join her lover who is in hiding? Does she lack cunningi Do not seek heri would lock thee in thy bedroom rather than that this last disgrace should come upon usT
 She answered him not word, but leaned her forehead against the edge of the high and thus stood in silent anguish.