Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-04-05

'Do you feet bette. noio ?"
 Wo are seven miles from Tavistock, said Darrell. who was pulling at his mus tache il an absent way he had when dis turbcd or perplexcd-and just now he was both.
 Tho girl rose to her feet with a cry of dlsr2ay,
 "Oh, what shall l do:" she said in a terrified voice. Ny aunt will be so tireadfully anxious, Oh, must get back tonight"
 II fear it is impossible" said Car rutll>rs gravely. Ut is not only a fear full SHOW storm even for Dartmoor, but with this wind the snow will drift so abo.ninahlE. It is drifting now.' Was it rot a little ilnprudent to ven ture 50 far from home il such threaten ing weather? said Darrell. with a half reproving smile.
 II cid not mean to so very far," she answered. II had Gono to see poor wonan who lives on the edge of the moor; but 1 stayed too late, and then the snow came on worse than ever. And then l lost my way. Oh, l must have walked for miles and miles," she sighed, for 1 am so tired"
 Poor little thing" said Darrell, with much the same Conpassionatet tenderness he would have used to 6 child-and, indeed, tho girl looked little more. Your people will be terribly anxious about you, I'm afraid, but it is really ut terly out of the question for you to get to Tayistock tonight"
 Do you mean that l must stay here::" she said, looking mp at him with eyes in which there was moro than q suspicion of tears.
 I'm afraid I do" he answered kindly "And. l am equally afraid that we can not make things as comfortable for you as We should like to do The fact is we arc two helpless bachelors, with every prospect Of being doubly helpless, for the | old man who acts as our servant on the few occasions when We come down here went to Princctown this forenoon for supplies, and has evidently found the roads impossible. as he has not re- turned
 Oh, what will Aunt Priscilla say:' she nurmurcl in a ncrvou8, faitcrinG littic voice. Then, after 8 pause, "I ought to tell you who 1 am, suppose. | MY Ilti1c 1-SSliS iLStilii. stSt1lS Ao Miss Carlyon. She has taken The Grange for threo years.
 "Carlyon," said Darrell quickly. II knew a man Carlyon in thc Il. lancers. He was junior major ten years ago.
 "Ah, that must have been my uncle 1 Jim" shc said, flushing brightly. He has been iii India ever since l can re member"
 And is it possible that you are Jim Carlyon's niecc:" he exclaimed, with a pleased light in his gray eyes. Then we may almost claim acquaintance, Miss Heath, for he used to be q great chum of mine out in Simla."
 Tho girl looked at him with a puzzled earnestness for a second or two. Then sho said gravely:
 II think you must be Capt. Darrell, arc you not?''
 "Ycs," he answered, looking surprised. My name is Darrell-Lancelot Darrell. And this is my friend and alter ego, Gil bert Carruthers.'
 II have so often heard Aunt Priscilla speak of you," she said to Darrell, when she had bestowed a sweet little smile on Carruthers. You once saved Uncle | cil1 5 illc, uli you 1lOl. SIC illtOeu, Wllf1 an awed infection in her voice.
 "Oh, no. hardly that" he answered hastily.
 Hero Carruthers, who had been feel ing rather out of it, observed very sensi- bly, that if Miss Heath sat much longer in her wet clothes she would most cer- tainly catch cold.
 "But what am to do:' she said pit eously.
 Darrell pulled his mustachc again with a perplexed air.
 ''You see-er-that is-well, as this is bachelor establishment" began Car ruthers, not very lucidly, you know, of course, we-er'- Then he stopped and stirred the fire violently, being, in fact, not very suro what he intended to say.
 There was a moments pause, and then Miss Heath, being divided between a sense of tho ludicrousness of her situa- ton and the consciousness that she was feeling miserably cold and painfully en- barrassed, suddenly, and to the utter eonsternation of her companions burst into Q storm of hysterica sobs. She looked so small, 50 childish SO forlorn and yet so iovable, as she sal there in her dripping garments, that the hearts of both men went out to her with curious protecting tenderness.