Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-08

"Do not distress yourself" ," he said gravely, recovering his self possession. Was this his first visit of condolence, and so soon?
 ''It was about Miss Bertha" Then she caught her breath and went on as if she were afraid he would interrupt her, he started so violently. 'I know what lover you are-if mine had only been like you;" she dropped her eyes and went on without looking at him, 'but the girl you liked so much that you were blind to how mean she was, she never loved you; she never cared anything for you"
 Philip had moved uneasily in his chair as sr began, but now he sat still as death, with l..-,,Tes fixed, as if in some fatal charm, on L. .:i:Is face. She grew pale as she talked, ,,. :.;lt one bright spot in either cheek.
 '-I ,.ould tell it when your name was spoken '#.,I'o her; women notice things like that :: y,-hen she expected you-and when she c.: >,:ed the other."
 H., e;es fell in shame. He wished noun h.. might fall on him to shield his hurt face from even this poor girls scrutiny. But she k,l:r:el on as if she took pleasure in his winc- il nerves. ''If you could have seen how her i..'e warmed at his coming, and her voice, so ,'oi;l to you, shook and stumbled when she welcomed him. And how her hands would nestle like kitten in his-at look. You never saw her like that, did you? And there was no pillow so soft, you would think, as his shoulder, and"-
 ''l cannot stand this" he cried, starting to his feet. ''Do you think I am made of stones'
 ''Easn't it pretty sights used to love to hang out of my window to see it, or follow her out on Sunday walks. Her kind of women make the biggest fools of themselves: SO cold and lofty like you would think them angels; when all of a sudden they lose their heads, and there's nothing too wild for them to do for some man, till they get over it." Her eyes were all ablaze with hate but Philip hung on the scornful lips as if it were not poison he drank from them.
 ''But she did not get over it," he faltered when she stopped. He raised his hands to cool his beating temples; his fingers were cold as ice.
 That is it; it lasted longer than I counted OH. I thought she'd come to her senses be fore she could do anything rash. And then supposed he wouldn't leave the village and what he was doing here, just yet"
 '!But why didn't you tell me:'
 t'What could you have done? She cared 1othing for you. But was doing the best knew, if they hadn't been too quick for me. l was waiting till 1 thought she was just mao over the man. never supposed they would be so quick" her bosom rose and fell as if it were hard for her to catch her breath. II knew one thing was sure, and when it would hurt her the most was going to have tried it. Ii I had only hurried.'' She rose sobbine violently, but she shed no tears. Philip haC no consideration for her emotion.
 ''What was it? oh, why didn't you do itH' His form trembled as if he stood ill a winters blast, while drops of precipitation gathered on his forehead.
 'I-I-hated so toto break his heart. I-l knew he would-would never get over it. He ain't the kind that"-
 "Curse him!" cried Philip, ''what is he to meY'
 'I was going to tell him that she was en. gagged to you I knew he would never for give her for deceiving him."
 "And he didn't know it!'
 "Ah, if he had, he was that honest-you don't know him. But I was too slow, and now, my God, my God!' Then she rose to her feet and tied her veil tightly about her face and moved toward the door. But Philip Breton was there before and held it.
 "Tell me first what you came here for to- night?" The answer came sharp as knife.
 Because wanted to make you hate that woman too. It made me mad that you should think her so pure and good.'
 "But why should you hate hers I never could-never." His hand loosened on the door knob and he leaned back Jane Graves could have gone if she would.
 And don't you hate her now!" she almost screamed at him, ''when have told you how she kissed and fondled him."
 "Hush!"
 "Well. hate her. because she stole away my lover May his love touch her yet to dis gust; may his kisses turn bitter on her lips The door closed after his visitor, and Philil glanced at the clock, which pointed to 12 Only half the night gone then! He sat down and dropped his head on his folded arms again.
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