Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-11

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 'Poor childr' said.
 hand for one of hers. Did Eustace make himself disagreeable to your
 "'1t was more, think, she answered, as if reflecting, the standard he always seemed to carry about with him than anything con- nected with my own work. At least, of course mean before that Nuneham day. An, that Nuneham dayi It cut deep.'
 "SSne turned away from me and leaned over the side of the boat so that I could not sec her face.
 "'You forced it out of Eustace, you know, l said, trying to laugh at her, you uncom- promising young person! Of course, he flat tered himself that you forgot all about his preaching the moment you got home. Men always make themselves believe what they want to believe'
 "'Why sLould he want to believe soY she replied quickly. I had half forese-n it, had forced it from him, and yet felt it like blow! It cost me a sleepless night, and some-weu, some very bitter tears Not that tho tears were new experience. How often, after all that noise at the theatre, have 1 gone home and cried myself to sleep over the ln,poss!oility of doing what wanted to do, cf moving those hundreds of people, of mak- Ing them feel and of putting my own feeling into shape! But that night, and with my sense of illness just then, saw myself- It seemed to me quite ill the near future grown old and ugly, forgotten failure without any of those memories which con so!o people who have been great when they mus: give up. 1 felt myself struggling against such weight of ignorance, of bad habits, of unfavorable surroundings How was ever to get free and to reverse that Judgment of MT. Kendalsl My very success stood in my way. How was Miss Bretaer- ton' to put herself to schoolr
 But now,' l said to her warmly, you have got free; or, rather, you are on the way to freedom
 'She thought q little without speaking. her chin resting on her hand, her elbow on her knee. We were passing the great red brown mass of the Armenian convent. She seemed to be drinking in the dazzling har- monies of blue and warm brown and pearly light. When she did speak again is was very slowly, as though she were trying to give words to a number of complex impressions.
 "'I es,' she said; it seems to mo that nm different; but l can't tell exactly how or why. see all sorts of new possibilities, new meanings everywhere; that is one half of it. But the other, and the greater, half is-how to make all these new feelings aud any new knowledge which may como to me tell on my art And then She changed altogether with one of those delightful swift transf ,rmations of hers, and her face rippled with laughter At present tho chief result of the difference, whatever it may be, seems to be to make me most unnanageable at homo. am forever disagreeing with my people. saying I can't do this and won't do that. I am getting to enjoy having my own way in tho most abom- inable manner And then she caught my hand, that was holding hers, between both her own, and said half laughing and half in earnest:
 "'Did you over realize that I don't know any single language besides my own-not even Frenchs That 1 can't read any French book or any French playT
 "'WeA,' said, half laughing, too, it is very astonishing. And you know it can't go on if you are to do what think you will do. French you positively must learn, and learn quickly. l don't mean to say that we haven't good plays and a tradition of our own; but for tho moment Franco is tho center of your art, and you cannot remain at a distance from it! Tho French have organized their knowledge; it is available for all who come Ours Is still floating and amateurish'-
 And so on. You may imagine it. my dear Eustace; spare you any more of 1t yer batim- After had talked away for a long time, and brought it all back to the absolute necessity that she should know French and become acquainted with French acting and French dramatic ideals, she pulled mo up in the full career of eloquence by demanding with little practical air, a twinkle lurking in her eyes
 Explain to me. please, how it is to be iorep
 "'Oh,' said, nothing is easier. Do you know anything at allr
 livery little. I once had terms lessons l 1t Kingston
 livery we'll, then,' went on, enjoying this l little comedy of q neglected educa,.on get a | French maid, a French master md a novel; | will provide you with "Consuelo" and a trans l ation tomorrow
 ".'As for the French maid,' she answered. | iubiously, shaking her head, I don't know. expect my old black woman. that I brought with me from Jamaica would ill treat her-t perhaps murder her. But the master can be | managed and the novel. Will none of you augh at me if you see me trailing French grammar aboutP
 "And so she has actually begun today. She makes a pretense of keeping her novel md a little dictionary and grammar n bag and Eides them when any 'ne appears But Paul has already begun to tease her about her new and mysterious occupation. and foresee that he will presently spend the greater part of his mornings ill teaching her: never saw any. 'ody attract him so much; she is absolutely liferent from anything he has seen before: md, as he says, the mixture of ignorance and ,enius ill her-yes, genius; don't be startledl is most stimulating to the imagination"
 August 2a
 During the last few days have not been eeing so much of Miss Bretherton as before She has been devoting herself to her family nd Paul and have been doing our pictures We cannot persuade her to take any very arge dose of galleries; it seems to me that Ter thoughts are set on one subject-and one
 To be continued.