Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-27

severely, but, It vas to be hoped, not dangerously wounded" The manner, more than the words of the surgeon, soothcd my spirit. Not till then did I know how I had dreaded to hear worse sentence.
 Miss Clare had kept her room. Mrs. Jerdan said she was so much disturbed by the accident that she would not come down. begged Mrs. Jerdan to go up and inform her of the hopeful opinion of the surgeon; then retired to my own room, almost ill from sheer excitement My sympathies were so acutely interested in Miss Clare, th:;: it might as we'll have been myself who had done the deed It was in vain that tried to sleep; walked back and forth in my little room with the unmeaning fury of an imprisoned tiger. In the gloomy blackness of that winter night, seemed fighting with future that brooded over my present like the wings of vulture over the strug gling deer. In the midnight there shone no glimmer of hope to quiet me; there seemed not even the peaceful light of passiveness for me: for, to my tempera- ment, 1 thought it must be happiness or misery: could take no refuge in glacial calm.
 Sleep at last came, but I only panted through terrific nightmares; I drank no draught of sweet repose. It had been daylight for an hour when l awoke. hurried down stairs with resolve to see Miss Clare-to let her know that, loved or unloved, I could be to her friend in this her hour of trouble. "Has Miss Clare come down yetf' asked. standing before the kitchen fire and waiting the answer with vague anxiety.
 Come down! Bless you, Mir. Perrom. she's been gone these three hours"
 The words fell like doom upon me.
 "GoneI" echoed. with i,lbecile blank ness. "Where?" ''She did not say where, but she hired a man to carry her to the station some time before light. She took her trunks with her.
 Mrs. Jerdan looked at me curiously. She thought I was getting entangled somehow.
 asked: Did she leave no message?'' Message for whom?' she inquired, a little maiciously. "For me-" answered boldly, but feel ing very much like uttering a cry of | despair.
 No"
 Iwent to the barn; threw myself on | to my horse and sped to the depot. | My horse did not run-hc flew. I en- i tered the little depot breathless, but cold.
 What trains have stopped here this | 1roc Gvof l "Two-the up and down"
 'The terminus of the down train is Boston, is it not?" I asked. I had an impression that Miss Clare had gone tc Boston.
 Yes"
 When did that go?" He consulted the clock.
 "Two hours and twenty minutes ago. And the up train-where does that go?"
 That goes through to Montreal, and has been gone from here just thirty-five minutes
 "Did young lady take passage ill the cars for Boston?" knew there were but few passengers from this town at thi. season, and 1 felt confident the mar would remember if he had seen her. H. reflected moment.
 "No; there was no lady, old or young only man went in the Boston train"
 You are sure-you would have see, herr"
 "Yes, sir see the passengers" I'm man began to look inquisitive himself.
 And the up train?" said. Now h. looked wise.
 "Now you come to something," h. said. "A young lady took passag through to Montreal"
 "Ahy" That exclamation came iron me with such mingling of emotion that the man stared. Clearly, if no lad, had gone from here toward Boston, an, one had gone north, it was natural t think that lady must be Miss Clare.
 Did you notice her face?" inquired though felt already sure.
 "Dark-dark hair and eyes,"
 What visions of happiness l ha dreamed of that face about whom tn man said carelessly, "Dark-dark hai and eyes," A feeling of inexpressibl tenderness throbbed in my heart a those few words. I turned and looke from the window; my softened eyes seemed to mo would betray me.
 "When is the next train for the nort due?"
 Tonight, at 6 o'clock"
 walked out and mounted my horse There was nothing for it bu; to wait torment which the inquisition woul have exulted in.
 No unfavorable symptoms appeared i MT. Gilroy's case during that day. Tel ing Mrs. Jerdan that should send he my address, that she might commun cate the state of her patient. little afte nightfall I started again for the station
 Meantime I had formed no definit plans But one idea had entire possessio of me-to find Miss Clare. What should do then did not know. locke not beyond that. could not endure tn thought that Miss Clare was alone an pursued by the remembrance of ths scene with Gilroy. Only to find her; offer again the love which she onl could inspire-then left to an unknow future all that might follow. 1 l.