Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-04-26
CHAPTER, KIT.

The young man hurrieS forward-for- getfu1 of Mrs. Brand, etiquette, common politeness, everything-to where Milli- cent is standing. His face is pale, his eyes brilliant. He is evidently suffering from intense excitement.
 ''Miss Grey! what terrible thing is this I have heard? But you are well-safe?''
 He is holding her hand tightly clasped in both his, and is gazing into her rather tude not to be misunderstood. He is as oblivious to Capt. Boyle's sneering laugh as to Mrs. Brands glance of surprised displeasure, and is, indeed, deaf and blind to everything but Millicent herself She has been in such sore danger; but now she is here, before him, well, beau iful as ever.
 "Quite safe, as you see,'' says Milli- cent, in a low, soft tone-the softest she has ever used to him. She cannot but contrast the tender vehemence of his ad- dress with the cool, unimpassioned greet ing accorded to her by Granit an hour be- fore. "You must not think of me any longer as deserving of your pity. And have you forgotten auntie?''
 Is there the faintest pressure of her cool little hand as she brings him thus back to @ sense of his duty?
 sHow dye do, MT. Massareene?" says $. her tone.
 There is something about this big, ugly young Irishman, with his musical brogue, and his wonderful eyes, and his impetuosity, that labels him dangerous.
 t'I beg your pardonr' he exclaims now, stiding across the room and clasping Mrs. Brands jeweled hand in 8 grasp warm as though he considered himself her prime favorite, rather than bete noir. The grasp, however, as she does not fail to remark, though warm, is gentle in the extreme, and does not force the rings against the delicate skin. After al1-yes there are some cOmmendable points about this young, ineligible man. "I have been unpardonably rude," goes on the ugly detrimental. "But you will forgive me, Mrs. Brand, when I assure you that I didn't know whether I was standing on my head or my heels when I entered the room. never got such a shock in my life as Brandon gave me in the Junior 8 quarter of an hour ago."
 "You were on your heels. That can prove to you," says Mrs. Brand, smiling; she is too good natured not to be half amused, half touched by the young mans s evident concern.
 ''I am witness,'' J puts in Granit, show ing all his teeth again. "You were quite in proper trim, my dear fellow! Not a suspicion of intoxication about you." This laugh is replete with insolence. In fact the remark just made has refer ence to @ subject that has grown sore | from rough handling. It has reference | to little scene in the early town life of | Gerald Massareene, who one evening, l going little off his head after the ter | minationrs of a triumphant Derby day, took 1 perhaps a little more champagne than | was good for him. Some-his friends | said it was only his usual excellent | spirits raised to an excited pitch because of his having made good thing off the winner. Others-his acquaintances Che had no enemies, good lad that he was) )- said it was the excellent spirits of the club cellar. However it was, Massareene went considerably beyond bounds, and was in the morning thoroughly ashamed of himself. Then came his introduction to Millicent Grey-almost 8 little girl at that time, but old enough to inthran and l hold him with her budding beauty. And with his growing love for her grew his fear that this one episode (vulgar epi sode, he called iD should be made known to her. It was an absurd fear, of course
 and arose more from an apprehension that she would regard him with disgust than from any very moral regret for his
 misconduct; but, be that as it may, Granit Boyle knew of his nervous horror of its
 being known-and, for the matter of that
 so did Millicent, who had heard of the
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