Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-20
CHAPTER XIX.

Wo left tho inmates of Heathcrleigh Hall terrified over the prostrate form of the mas ter. But he was Tot dead, as Peggy sup posed; only dazed and stunned. After re- lighting the tapers they carried Sir Rupert to his apartments, where he revived rres- ently, Marcia declaring in an aside to the coachman that ''he had the lives of cat or he would have been dead and buried long ago, as became him."
 They stayed with him until the thunder. storm had spent it's fury and swayed away In the distance with low, sullen roar By that time Sir Rupert had gained his usual quiet demeanor and was sinking into slum- Der.
 It was now nearly morning, and the warn. ing of chanticleer notified them of daybreak. And, as Peggy said, "she niver was knowaa ov the toime whin tho masther didn't kape awake an tearin' around like possessed until there was no toime left for any one ov them to schlape 'ceptin' himself"
 But there shortly came time when the master did not even 'tear 'round" In the stilly sweet weather another steptoward the long, long home Has indicated. In those days Sir Rupert did nothing but lie on the couch and stare aimlessly at tho frescoed ceiling.
 These days were days of comparative peace at the Hall and the servants were left to their own sweet will prytty much.
 Sometimes the clergyman of Fairllght Church, an old friend of the masters, came in by request and read to him for hours sometimes the servants kept Sir Rupert company, and wh1led away the hours in his rooms to please his childish fancies.
 One afternoon after the rector had taken ms departure, an unusual silence pcrvaded the Hall, as If the house hung wavering in
 
 Sir Rupert broke the gloomy spell by sending summons for Ancil Clarkson, who was busy in the garden And when that broad-shouldered son of Erin made his appearance, hat in hand, he was electrified by seeing his master walking about his apartments. "See!" said he, "I am much better this afternoon, Ancil, therefore I must go downstairs, and want you to as slst me in descending"
 So the willing servant, ready to gratify ms masters strange wish, almost carried nm down the long flights of stairs and through the central hall until the front en- trance was reached
 The wish to be down stairs was not 40 strange to Ancil as for the idea to get into Sir Rupert's head that he was able to en- dure it.
 Nevertheless, he was down at last, and placing him in his long unused rolling chair, which had kept lonely vigil behind the door for months, Ancil wheeled Am out on the steps, and, reclining peacefully, Sir Rupert watched with half-smile the waning light of another summers day.
 The lovely English crccpcrs nodded in the bright soft air of midsummer, and dropped in sweet profusion from the wealth er-stalned colonnade; and the birds twit- tered sleepy songs in the shadowy fastness- es of the -hoary elms, but Sir Rupert seemed not to see. Heheeded nothing 2 of the peace lul present, nor even noticed the patient Ancii, who, leaning agai,At Q column, watched bis masters countenanco and waited further orders.
 No; Sir Rupert saw none of these; he was looking beyond, to the open space, where Miriam stood once with outstretched