Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-23

WHEN LOOKED ON THIS PICTURE LAST. this side. this side, the lesson have been learning" Then she paused, and, leaning her head back among the cushions, shut her eyes. Presently the teardrops slipped from beneath the closed lids. ''Miriamr' l said, half alarmed, ''let me hang up the portrait; you are losing your self-control; ; no wonder you are so weak. ought to have known better than to have been so rash and risky"
 At this she opened her eyes and looked at mo through her tears. ''NoW she ejacu. lated, with quite an emphasis for one SO weak, "you have done right. 1need some. thing to help me out of thls rut of desolate heartache, even though it come through the outlet Of tears. They will do me no harm :; they will ease the pain here," and she placed her hand over her heart.
 had told her previously of the Hall and of Peggy's mourning her for dead; and of how the two old servants would be oyer- joyed to see her dear face again, so there was no need to reiterate my bellof that it was her duty to go back and see them, even if she did not choose to stay. No, there was no need ever to press the subject again, for her firm and flat refusal was more pro nounced perhaps this time than before I went to England, so knew enough not to touch on that. only: said: "Yes, know: but you ought to cheer up for the sake of your friends"
 "Frlends," she repeated, with ghost of a smile lingering around her perfect mouth, '1 have such an array! Patty and you .n Then she paused, and a far-away look came into her eyes and faint color tinged her cheek. She was thinking of Allan, I be- lieved, but l kept judiciously quiet. We should get around to that by and by, If I did not fail, by easy, pleasant stages.
 After moment she looked up with such wistful, yearning look in the dark eyes. but she did not say Allan" No, she said "Of course l have Peggy and Ancll, who are good and true in their way; but they are-only Peggy and Ancil, after all; not companions"
 Miriam" I said, rather authoritativelv for me, 'you are not speaking of whom you are thinking at all, nor have you even men. toned the one's name whom you desire very much to see. Why not be candid with me, dear9 Ihave done all in my power to render you happy"
 A wild, frightened look flashed over her features, and was afraid had said too much. 'Never mind," added, apoloRetic- ally, "I only had a fancy"
 She shot questioning glance at me, and a faint flush again overspread her counte nance Then in swift transition she was agaln In tears ''1 had q friend," she be- gan, as if confessing 8 fault, lone whom I tnlnk a great deal of, but have lost all trace o1 him, and do not know now where he ls." The tears dropped down unheeded; now, ana she was crying like Q child. .I should write to him, but I have lost the ad- dress did have," she added, after the first paroxysm of grief had subsided.
 IVY ould you like letter from him, Miri- am',' asked. with great joy tugging at my heartstrinps. felt like Tennyson,s hero, so "Close on to the promised good" only the "good" belonged to some one else.
 "Ohl yes," she answered, Q hopeful light oean1lng through the tears and illumining her wan face.
 "Wcll, Miriam," lreplied, "wait until you are calm again, and will give you one which he sent by me."