Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-28

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 The only course for him seemed to be to follow the girl, and Philip rose to his feet.
 Good night" he said. The sick woman opened her eyes in surprise. Such people as hey found no time for amenities in their lreary home. Graves looked around
 "Whati Oh, yes, goodby, but I'm goin' to
 ee you In the mornin,.n
 His bedroom, on which the roof encroached
 Teedily, was newly whitewashed, or else was
 eldom used His lamp sat on wooden chair with no back to it, crowded by e tin wash basin, with his portion of water half filling it, and round black ball of soap. Then Philip turned to look at the bed they
 lad made for him on a slat bedstead with
 ow headboard but not so low as the thin
 pillow. How many times must anybody
 iou6le the pillow to make it fit for his headf for counterpane was the girls plaid shawl; ae had seen it on nail down stairs. Poor
 title girl, she would want it very early in
 he morning. Then he glanced in the eight
 y ten looking glass that hung on the white wall Disguised his own father would not
 nave known him, and he had sensation of
 louble consciousness as he saw his own re-
 lection. Perhaps Graves was disguised too,
 md all the ill dressed men he had seen that
 ,vening, who suffered as much in their
 yretched lives as he could, who could
 ,njoy all that frightened his own life
 IS much. And clothes made the
 difference between him and them, apparent
 y, perhaps really. The world managed ac-
 ,osding to the clothes standard-for the man
 who could borrow broadcloth suit, com 'orts, consideration, happinesSfor the man
 n overalls, weary days, cheerless houses,
 hunger and-bah. Phillip pulled off hi
 sreat boots and threw them angrily across
 he room; he did not know what to make of
 t all.
 He did not propose to spend the night here,
 ,f course, and face the family and his job in
 he mill in the morning, but he might as
 we'll lie down till the house was asleep and
 scape became possible But he could moi
 lie down with all his paint on and spoil
 she poor little pillow. So he takes off his
 yellow whiskers, and makes such good use
 of the basin of water and the ball of soap
 that when he next looked in the little
 mirror be saw no longer the road dusty
 ramp, but the fresh, kindly face of young
 man who has never tasted of the bitter foun-
 sains of life. He started as if he had been
 shot; the windows had no curtains, and any
 oasSerby might have seen his transforms
 jon. Then came heavy step on the stairs
 ue blew out the light and buried himself i,
 he bedclothes. In a moment more the dooi
 Pened and Philip was breathing heavily.
 "Asleep!' it wus the voice of his host Well, s'pose the morning will do. Pretty
 tired, guess; wonder how far he came to-
 layr and Graves closed tho door after hin.
 md went down stairs again.
 Of course Philip was not going to sleep, bu: here would be no harm in just closing hi yes, he could think so much better.
 Here he was drinking in the very life oi he poor, a strange, terrible life he had never really imagined before. He had seen how worn and broken were their men, and reaG he pathetic lines of despair and sulleIi !vretchedness written on their faces, as if irl ilent reproach to the providence that hao inflicted the unsoftened curse of life on them. -Ie had seen, too, their hapless girlhood which beauty cannot cheer, which love only makes blacker, as tho path of lightning . ;tarless night. And their sick, too, with nc nursing, no gentle words, no comforts to as ;uage one hour of pain. Then he seemed t. De in the hall once more, and thrilling undo: the eloquence of the man Curran. Suddenly he opened his eyes wide. 1t could not be h. was going to sleep, the bed was too hard absurd-there could be no danger. But i: | i've minutes the heir of the Breton mills wa. l sound asleep in John Graves garret room. How long he had slept Philip had no nor,
 idea than Rip Van Wrinkle on former occa | sion; indeed it took him ridiculously lon | time to separate dreams and facts enough {, get his bearings. Was that moonlight in tn, 1 east, or dawni Perhaps the family were al up and escape would be impossible. Ht bounded to his feet and clutched at his false | whiskers, but alasl his paint was all dis solved in the tin basin. His only chance was | in getting away unnoticed, and in two min utes more he was groping out of his httle room and down the steep stairs, boots il | hand. He slowly opened the door into tn,
 sitting room. What if Graves stood within
 curiously watching. An odd guest, this
 stealing out before daybreak. Again PhiliI wished he had stayed at home that night. Thank God no one was in the room. Thert was the cracked, rusty stove and the sofa ths | sick woman had lain upon; there was tn, | dish of cold potatoes on the table and tho | chair he had sat in while he tried to eat. But | somebody must be up in the inner room; ( stream of light made a white track through the half open door. Would that bolt neve, | slip-there. It slipped with a vengeance ana Philip drew back into the staircase fin mortal terror. The light streak on the floor began | to move, and in o moment more a white | figure stood on the threshold of the beo | room. It was Jane Graves, with her long black hair about her neck and white night dress, and her eyes glistening brightly. Sh, | held the lamp above her head, and let bel drapery cling as fondly as it chose about ( | form that would have charmed a sculptor | As she listened ho could see her wavy hail | rise and fall over her beating heart. Woult she notice the open stair door and come for ward! What theal He must push her rude ' ly to one side. He imagined her startlet screams and the fathers figure hurrying ints the scene from another room to seize the in l terloper. No, she returns to her room. IT another instant he has opened the door anc | is walking along the street. His escape wa. we'll timed, for the gray dawn of another da, 1 of toll and weariness is creeping over tn, factory village.
 The houses were all alike, the front door, l tast as soiled, the steps equally worn, tn, | paint the same cheerless yellow to a shade l Through the windows of one of them b, caught a glimpse of a tall gaunt woman building the kitchen fire, her face and forr | lighted up by the flames she was nursing
 His ready imagination pictured the wan featured man who must be her husband, ou of whose eyes had faded 50 many years ags
 the last lingering gleam of tenderness. Hs l imagined their old faced, ioyless children be grudged the scant play hours of childhood Troopinp behind them all. he pictured lons