Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-15

| materially shorten their days.
 Ancil and Peggy reminded them that they would be substantially rewarded some day likely if they wouid only continue to be | faithful.
 But the mutiny of tho western wing of Heatherleigh boiled and effervesced until, at the close of 0 very trying day when Sir Rupert had been unusually contrary with them, tho gardener and cook said, meaningly, "that if the master was found dead in his bed in the morning, why, 1t was nobody's business-but-'' And they waggcd their heads ominously | CHAPTER XI
 All day the storm had ragged and battered and shook tho windows with angry hand but now there had fallen somewhat calm | CT hour.
 | From the window of a residence, a beauti full country seat, near the shore, @ pale, sad face peered out into the sullen eventide. The house and grounds gave evidence of taste and wealth, coupled with an inviting air ot welcome hospitality, that seemed Q very everest at the close of such an uncharitabe day. The sun now lay low on the sea. and the breakers dashed high up against the rocky sca-woll, falling back with thunder. ous moan, as If disappointed that in all thesc thousands of years they had not been nblo to scale the height and break over their irksome boundary. Heavy clouds bestrewed | the horizon, and shut out the blue zenith as with curtain of sorrow. Only in the west lay long, calm rift of sunset sky, through which shone softly the sunlight, as if washed with tears
 But the pale, sad-faced woman looking from the pane saw nothing of the evenings promise; she only noted the darkencd east and the dim sunlight's last smile playing ftfully on the black sca-world beneath | Tears had been exhausted and the soul fountain had become dry, but the wild, hot eyes rovcd abroad over tho cheerless land scape, or sea view rather, aimlessly. really taking note of nothing; while the weary 1 brain almost realall hnreatA i~a " shock | 1t must endure.
 | In the next room man lay dying. The physician was bending over him with a po- tion calculated to ease and soothe the last few moments of his patient, while the att tendants stood ;yistfully, silently by l They had done all they could, all that human agency and affection could devise. but the fiat of death had gone forth and now, in the prime of young manhood. Arthur Fairfax must die.
 He had lived to sec his dream fulfilled, however. He had gained wealth and found his beautiful home by the sea that he had planned to have on his wedding day. l Yes, it had all been realized, but what fearful price was asked Overtaxed, his system gave out, and he was now ready. after months of decline, to leave it all. Months ago he felt strange sense of ex- haustion stealing over him, but he thought it a mere lassitude which by and by would wear off. So paying but little attention to natures warning he toiled on with almost superhuman effort to complete this domes. tic paradise SO dear to his heart. His plans were about completed, and Miriam should have her beautiful homo as they both had planned. Miriam, who had given up every thing for him and his love and who had ai ways been the same sweet, unchan goable wife, should now be happy in her own ele- gant establishment.
 And their boy-the bright, winsome lii. tle son, inheriting his mothers dark eyes and tho blonde curls of the Fairfax family. should never know want, never have a l wish unsatistied, if money could fill the re- Iquirement. He had wealth now. The world had gone well with him, turning steadily heath fortune's smile.
 This he had said to himself on that last day up in the minos while closing out his sales and getting rid Of shares in the stock
 He was very fatigued that day and more nervous than usual, and Uncle Benton had made note of it by saying: "You look bad : on the verge of severe illness, Arthur. or I'm mistaken. It's good thing that you retire from business to-day, my bovn
 He was aware of 1t himself, to some ex tent, but months actual rest at The Rest. the name of his country scat, would be suf. lcient to throw of this weariness and he would be himself again.
 These, then, had been his plans, but the best laid plans taft gang aglca." And now it had come to this, after weeks of hope. less battling with stern decree.
 The day had now gone out on the waters and tho blackness of night and despair had settled down over Miriam. She tottered across the room and into the next. and with clasped hands stood helplessly gazing down on tho beloved face on the pillow
 light bro!1o ovcr the face as the fast glazing eyes met her wild, yearning look, and he beckoned her nearer. She leaned over him fondly and kissed his brow where the death damps were gathering and he whispered: Bring baby to me, dearest"
 Below stairs the nurse-girl was lulllng the child to rest with Q sweet cradle song. He had been kept quiet all the long, dreary day by strategy; coaxed with dainties and amused with fairy stories unfolded to his credulous mind by the nurse who loved to revel in these pleasing fancies herself
 Arthur wants the baby," said Miriam, breaking in on the edge of dreamland, and clasping her boy with a sudden tenacious movement born of grief.
 The nurse resigned her aleepy charge with frightened glance of inquiry into the white face of her mistress. She needed nc words to tell that at last the agony of deatt