Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-20

| oA "liohS ou u tnln cylinder O1
 nmoo'n Wax winch, by screw arrange
 ment, was caused to move at once in
 the direction of it's length and around
 US axis. Then he shifted back the | cyllhder into its original position, 30 tha,
 lne point o1 the stylus rested at the begin
 ming of the little channel which 1t had all | ready marked out on the wax. Finally
 turning the screw again, he set the cyl
 mder Tn motion; and the stylus, travelling
 along u line it had traced thereon. yibratr
 ed as 1t had done in the first instance. Rv 'nis means the mica was once more set in
 vibration, and as it communicated it's vibra.
 tons to the air, the original sounds were
 once more produced.
 Tom tried to persuade Dora to sing A song, but the presence of that silent record CT made her nervous and she was content With listening to the repetition of some trlte and rather disconnected remarks of ms own. The next few days passed not
 quite happily for Tom Douglas. He was in iove, deeply i'll love, with Dora, but he did
 not dare to tell her as yet the secret which
 was nevertheless betrayed to her keen sight
 Dy hls every word and action. He spent @ good deal or time alone in his study, and
 amused himself after Q rather silly fashion
 with the phonograph.
 One day he had gone of on visit to some friends, and Dora was feeling lonely and Q trlhe emnuycc. Her cousin had begged her to borrow any of his books if at any time she wanted something to read, and she went down to his study to get one As she went. she was thinking of him, and wondering why he still hesitated to ask her the simple oues- ton which she would so gladly answer-the question which he was so constantly asking hmself, and to which his love and his hu- mlllty both gave different answers. She hao chosen book, when her eye fell on the photograph lying ready for use on table. Now that she was alone she thought it would be rather pleasant to try how her own voice sounded. She had read lately in one of the newspa- pefs that people had no idea of what their voices really sounded like; and she rather wondered whether her singing, of which shc was inclined to think highly, was really so good as she imagined. Filled with dread lest tho untiattering phonograph should prove to her that her voice was harsh and unpleasant, and not quite decided as to what song she should try, she began to move the treadle which set the cylinder In motion What sound was that which fell upon her cars! Her cousins voice was speaking to her; and after a moment of blank astonishment, she listened with 0 qulet smile, as though Tom were standing before her ill the flesh and saying what the photograph now said for him. This is what she heard: "Dora, darling, have loved you ever since the day when first saw youl I nave longed to teii you every day since then, but have always been afraid. Will you try to love me just little" The voice lapsed into silence.
 With sudden gladness, Dora saw what had happened. Her cousin had also won dered how his voice sounded .o others-tc her-and especially how the question would sound which he so longcd to ask We'll, the voice struck her as awkward, constrained, and quite unlike the cheerful tones to which she had become accustomed; but the words
 At that moment she heard her cousins voice at the other end of the gar den. He had returned home unex- pectedly, and was chatting with the gardener He would be here presently, no doubt! In q moment she had once more set in motion tho cylinder of the phonograph, and bending over it, spoke a few words in low, clear voice. Then she shifted the cyl- indcr back into its original position, and stepped quickly into the next room-the laboratory.
 In u few minutes she heard the conyersa- tion between Tom and the gardener cease The young man came quickly down the garden and entered his sanctum. He flung his hat and walking g-stick upon chair, and then tho photograph struck his attention He moved towards it and stood looking down on it, with his back towards the door of tho room whence Dora was eagerly watching him. Then he began absent to set the treadle in motion. Once moro the photograph spoke, and as It did so, Dora moved silently forward and stood in the open doorway of the laboratory. "Dora, darling, have loved you ever since the day when first saw you! I have longed to tell you every day since then, but have always been afraid. Will you try to love me just lttler'
 Tom heard these words; and then, before he had moved his foot from the treadle, the photograph spoke in another voice: "Why should you be afraid 10 come and ask me, when you know'- It was Dora's voice; and even while he wondered at this marvel, he heard the same volce speak ing again. ''Tom! !' said the voice; and he saw his cousin, standing with lips and laughing rosy face, only a yard or two away from him.
 "Dora" he cried, ''you have learned my secretr'
 Dora moved towards him and hid her face in his shoulder; then, as he raised and kissed 1t. she whispered: "Yes, Tom, long Journal
 Life at Sandringham. '
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