Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-08


 pravacy of q home remains to us any longer" On Harry exclaimed, lis it possible that you have been undisturbed by tho com motion Ill your house, or are you indifferent to your daughters perils" My daughters perill" the mother cried, springing to her feet. "Ah, we heard noises, but thought they came from the street.. Whore is my daughter. Quick, sir, speak!" Saved, mother, savedr' cried Kate her. sell, as she glided by Harry and flung her self in Mrs. Frobishams arms "What in the name of heaven does this melodramatic nonsense meanr' the father cried, flushed with anger "Where is Lc- crolxs Where is Walterl Is there none with a grain of senso to tell mo what has happened!"
 But already curious crowd of citizens and soldiers, attracted by the crushed hgure of the dead man on the sidewalk was lnundatlng the house, and it required the exerclse of considerable tact and authority on Harry's part before the body was re- moved Ill an ambulance and the eager sight seers were driven away, so that when he returned Kate had explained the situation of affairs to her parents, who greeted him more cordially.
 ' l must say, sir,': Mir. Erobisham said, in kind though pompous tones, ''that you have behaved in monstrously handsome man. ner."
 "And that we shall always remember you In our prayers with gratitude, though we may never meet again." his wife said, grasping Harry's hands Though we may never meet again." the daughters voice echoed in tone so utterly dlstressful, that Harry's spirits sank below zero.
 There was no plea for further delay. There was no necessity now to unmask the treacherous Frenchman, so, muttering to hlmself the words dc mOrt,tis mir nisi bon1tna, he bade the Frobishams adieu He had just reached the front door when Kate's light step came hurrying after him.
 "One mon$ent, Harry, before you go I have secret to confess to you. This old house IS full of mysteries, and there is one that must reveal to you.'
 "Oh, Kate, how gladly will share your troubles"
 II know you would, Harry. Now listen. On that terrible Monday morning when the city was all in chaos, I found young man, emaciated and sick nearly to death, lying on our steps. From his wandering talk 1 gleaned that he was Federal soldier, who had, in the confusion of that awful night, escaped from Libby Prison. Calling Walter to my assistance, we carried the wasted form of the poor boy into the attic cham Der of the house, where he now lies.'
 "God bless you for your mercy, Kate"
 "We did the best VIC could for him, Walter and l, but VIC kept his presence a secret; and now we are going to leave the house, you must find another nurse for him."
 "Going! Wherc are you goings"
 You must not ask me, Harry. Oh, will you not realize that our roads in life lie in different directions!"s she said, passionately.
 "Neverp Harry said, resolutely.
 ou must. Now, Harry, we must part. Early tomorrow morning we leave the city. Promise me by tho love you bear mo that you will not add to my pain by seeking to discover our destination" she sobbed in the earnestness of her application
 "Nay, dearest,'' Harry said, "do not trouble yourself with my importunities. If 1t is your will to leave without an adieu from mo, go you shall, though remember, when time has healed these wounds"
 "Will time heal them ever, Harry? Oh, if dared to hope-but am forgetting Here is the key to the back-door of tho house. By seven o'clock at the latest bring with you an ambulance and take tho poor fellow away. And now, farewellp'
 She sank unresistingly on his breast. She gave him kiss for kiss and twined her arms round his neck, all the while murmuring: " It is goodbye for ever, Harry, my own Harry, we must never meet again."
 And the next day, when Harry went to the old house to carry away the sick soldier, you can imagine his wild joy to discover in tho object of his darling's solicitude the wasted features of his long-lost friend, Cor don Grey.