Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-03
fair brow. She lifted her eyes to his with.


 "lndeed, you must not set your hopes on me-" she declared, earnestly. "There are arc reasons why it is better that you should know this now. Lyman and must be all to each other. Forget me, if you do care for me. Think of some one else, of -Althea, for her sake as well as yours.''
 s'I wish I could persuade you to sec Althea. She might have objections to this little arrangement of yours, as we'll as my self. We will not speak of it now. Here you are at home"
 Sarah opened the door before he could ring the bell.
 ''Miss Everleigh's in the parlor. Go in there, Miss Carol"
 Something in the woman s face struck awe and forboding to Carols heart
 "Oh, what is its Lyman"
 "There's been a change. Hos come to himself. He would have us send right off for MT. Everleigh.
 "'I must see him, can't die till sec him. he kep' going on, and Tim said we mustn't fret him. Don't look so, my poor lamb! Tim says he's as like to go one way as t'other; they always thinks they is dyin'"
 The parlor door opened. Carol felt her self drawn in and folded close in Althea's arms. There were no words, no tears, while they waited, but oh! the agony of such waiting when a life hangs in the bal ance.
 Five minutes passed, and MT. Everleigh's steps came slowly down.
 "He was no worse that can see, though the fever has risen again. thought he was rational for a moment, but the next he was raving. I want to dle, but that load holds me back It is all yours, so why don't you take it, -Everleigh-Everleigh Though he was looking straight at me it was quite evident that he did not know mo- The nurse gave him q powerful sedative, and he is quieter now. would stay longer, but l am due at the inquest, where you will be wanted, also, Norris.''
 The two went out together, and Carol slipped away from the clasp of her friend, saying mournfully:
 |" You would not want to touch me If you knew all, Althea. Imust tell you, though you hate us both. don't think Lyman was raving, he was trying to tell that tho mon- ey-the fortune-was never ours. He took it from your father, don't know how. In. got told me, and that Lyman shot himself Was not that dreadful, Altheas Oh, know he suffered terribly, terribly, to do such a thing, and I love him. I must love him all the moro, because now, if he lives, he will never have any ono but me.''
 II suspected something of this," sa1d Althea, in stifled tones. "No, do not draw away from me, Carol; you have done n noth- ing wrong. Let mo be your friend through this trouble, and do you be mlne, for l, too, am in trouble-deep trouble. Do you know can you guess, how he first went astray2" Carol began to trcmble.
 "I am afraid-Oh, Althca! shall tell you what think9''
 "No, child, do not! know! know that my pride has this to answer for. If he dies, l shall never forgive myself" But Lyman Childer did not die. The rest less phantoms that had crowded the sick room were banished from that hour. He fell into long, refreshing sleep, out of which he wal1ed--or was it only dream9- to sight of tho proud, lovely face which always thrilled him. An, surely, it was @ dream, for now it was softened, pitying, and the voice which made music in his ears murmurcd: "Llve, Lyman, live, to be forgiven as hope for forgiveness"
 But even dream may have wonder fully soothing effect when a mans brain is woven about by the cobwebs of fever
 There were days of suspense for those who were interested ill his fate before the balance was fairly turned, and he was pronounced out of danger.