Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-21
BY CHARLES J. BELLAMY.

have gone yesterday, he would have sax ed all risks But he had waited just too long. Curran had returned to claim his wife, Jane E1lingSworth had discovered everything. And now this Giddings in his drunkards foolishness was threatening what ruin he could bring.
 ''You are not going to do anything rash are you" said Philip, dropping his eyes in humiliation.
 But Giddings came close to him and laid his hand on his shoulder. Then he put his face close to Philips, with drunken mans false measure of distance. The young man writhed at his touch, and held his breath to avoid taking the hot fumes of bad liquor the fellow exhaled. But he did not dare to anger the low creature.
 ''Did you think" continued Giddings with gushing representatives., ''that I aint got any conscience? You're doin' wrong, MT. Breton I aint got no right-no right to let it go on. Did you think aint got no conscienceY
 Philip shook him off and his face grew so terrible that the fellow winced as he had done before at that look.
 Don't strike-don't kill me, Phil-Mr. Breton was wa; only only jokln'-can't you tell clothes, say $50; I'm awful hard up. Iwouldn't hurt you; your altogether too nice feller." He leered affectionately at the young man, then suddenly he winked frightfully.
 Philip threw him a roll of bills It was
  ever draw. By tomorrow morning Philip Breton and his wife would be beyond the reach of harm, or beyond the reach of help, one or the other. sThere is S10O; take it and go, have business"
 "Ten, twenty, and twenty makes thirty, ten, and twenty and twenty, here aint but $50. Thought Is too drunk to coun' did youw'
 "'S lie Yer takin' vantage me cause I'm drunk"
 This creature must be away if it cost s1 ,OOO. He crowded another $20 bill into the fellows clammy hand.
 Nov go, or you'll stay longer than you Giddings dried his tears and gathered his limp joints together to go. But he insisted on Philips shaking hands.
 But even after Giddings had got into the Aall Philip heard the fellow muttering to himself. He stepped hurriedly to the door of his office to catch the word, but could not. If Philip had been a little quicker he would have heard this:
 see that. Guess sil g'up to the boys house. His wife Il know me, he, he."
 Would Bertha never come? If they escaped now it must be but by a hairs breadth. Ruin would be close upon them. For the adjust ment of ribbolf she would sacrifice every thing. It seemed great while since Curran had left the office for the labor meeting, and be had not so far to go. Something might have delayed the terrible disclosure for few moments, but by this time he must surely have heard the whole story of his shame and dishonor It would stir him to madness. His noble eyes would flash lightnings, and thun- derbolts of hate and scorn would drop from his lips. No human being could stand against the divine dignity of such mans righteous wrath. Philip fancied the mob sweeping up the road behind this outraged husband, seek ing out his wife for the doom that would satisfy his mad thirst for vengeance. Now, perhaps, they were bursting in the gates, now breaking down the oaken door. And Philip could not be there to protect the beautiful woman who had only sinned through love for him. How the color would flee her cheeks as she looked out on the pitiless faces of the frenzied mob. There was no arm now to shield her, none but Curran's, whose love was now embittered into hate There was no pity in his white wasted face, only insulted love, only scorn that could grind her fair life, with out one throb of tenderness, beneath his feet.
 Why did she not come! Philip was almost wild with mingled terror and hope. He walked the room like caged lion. Now he rushed to the door and glanced desperately up and down the street.
 His horses were champing their bits at her door, but the light yet burned in her cham ber There was hardly time to catch the train at the Lockout station The wild mob with the maddened lover, the most terrible door in moment. Still other dangers Philip did not guess threw gathering shadow across her path But she fingered yet