Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-19

mans facc aroused her. It was always re- 6ned and melancholy face but tonight it wore a look which to her seemed almost un- earthly.
 "Yes, William, if you wish" she said; "but wonder that you care to-"
 "Let the dead bury their dead" he an- swered, and stooping he put his arm round her delicate waist, and drawing her to him kissed her tenderly, but without passion, on tho forehead. "There, good night,n he said, II wish that had been a better husband to you. Good night" and he was gone
 When he reached his room he flung himself for few moments face downward upon his bed, and from the convulsive motion of his back an observer might almost have believed that he was sobbing. When he rose, how ever, there was no trace of tears or tender ness upon his features. On the contrary, they were stern and set, like the features of one bent upon some terrible endeavor Going to drawer, he unlocked it and took from 1t Colts revolver of the small pattern It was loaded, but he took the cartridges out and replaced them with fresh ones from a tin box. Then he went down stairs, put on Il large ulster with high collar and soft felt hat, the brim of which he turned down over his face, placed the pistol in the pocket of the ulster and started.
 It was dreadful night, tho wind was blowing very heavy gale, and between the gusts the rain came down In sheets of driving spray. Nobody was about the streets-the weather was far too bad, and MT. Quest reached the station without meeting a living soul. Outside the circle of light from the lamp over the doorway he paused and looked about for the clerk Jones. Presently he saw him walking backward and forward under the shelter Of a lean to, and, going up, touched him on the shoulder
 The man jumped up and started back
 Have you got the ticket, Jones2n he asked.
 "Lord, sir" said Jones; II didn't know you In that get up. Yes, here's the ticket"
 ''Is the woman there still?'
 ''Yes, sir; she's taken a ticket, third class, to town. She has been going on like wild thing because they would not give her any liquor at the refreshment bar, till at last she's frightened them into letting her have six of brandy. Then she began and told the girl all sorts of tales about you, sir-said she was going back to London because she was afraid that if she stopped hero you would murder her-and that you were her lawful husband, and that she would have warrant out against you, and don't know what all I sat by there, and heard her with my own ears.
 "Did she-did she, indeeds" said Mir. Quest.
 
 a common thief. and worse, that's what she Is, and by this time tomorrow I hope to see her safe in jail. An! here comes the train. Good night, Jones. I can manage for myself now"
 "What's his gamer" said Jones to himself, as he watched his master slip on to the plat form by a gate instead of going through the booking office. "Well, pve had four quid out of 1t, any way, and it's no affair of mine," and Jones went home to tea.
 Meanwhile MT. Quest was standing on the wet and desolate platform quite away from the lamps watching the red lights of the ap- preaching train come rushing on through the storm and night. Presently tho train drew up. No passengers got out
 ''Now, ma'am, look sharp if you're going" cried the porter, and the woman Edith came out of the refreshment room.
 "There's the third, forward there," said the porter, going to the other end to see about the packing away of the mails.
 On she came, passing quite close to Mr. Quest, so close that he could hear her swear ing at the incivility of the porter There was third class carriage just opposite and into this she got. It was one of those car riages that are still often to be seen on pro- vlncial lines in which the partitions do not go up to the roof and was, If possible, more vilely lighted than usual. Indeed the light which should have illuminated the after half of it had either never been lighted or had gone out. There was not soul in the whole length of the carriage.
 As soon as the Tiger was in Mr. Quest watched his opportunity and, slipping up to the dark carriage, opened and shut the door as quietly as possible and took his seat in the gloom.
 The engine whistled, there was q cry of Right, forward" and they were off Presently he saw the woman stand up in her compartment and peep over into the gloom.
 "Not blessed soul!" he heard her mutter, land yet feel as though that devil Billy was creeping about after me. Ugh! it must be the horrors. I can see the look he gave me now"
 A few minutes later the train stopped at q station, but nobody got in, and presently it moved on again. "Any passengers for Efry" shouted the porter, and there had been no response. If they did not stop at Efry there would be no halt for forty min- utes. Now was his time. He waited little till they got up the speed. The line here ran through miles and miles of fen country, more or less drained by dikes and rivers, but still wild and desolate enough. Over this great flat the storm sweeping furiously-even drowning in its turmoil the noise of the trav- cling train.
 Very quietly he rose and climbed over the low partition which separated his compart- ~