Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-04
COLONEL QUARITCH,V
By H. RIDER HAGGARD.

worse road t. the affections of lady. Had he been content to advance the money, and then by and by--though even that would not have been gentleman like--have gently let it transpre what he had done at great personal expense and inconvenience, her imagination might have been touched, and her gratitude would certainly have been excited. But the idea of bargaining, the idea of purchase, which, after what had passed, could never be put aside, would of necessity be fatal to any hope of tender feeling. Shylock might get his bond, but of his own act he had debarred himself from the possibility of ever getting more.
 Now Edward CoSsey was not lacking in that after glow of refinement which is left behind by course of public school and uni versity education. No education can make a gentleman of man who is not a gentleman at heart for whether his station in life be that of plowboy or an earl the gentleman, like the poet, is born and not made. But it can and does, if he be of an observant nature, give him a certain insight into the habits of thought and probable course of action of the members of that class to which he outwardly, and by repute, belongs Such an insight Ed ward Cossey possessed, and at the present moment its possession was troubling him very much. His trading instincts, tte desire bred ill him to get something for his money, had led him to make the bargain; but now that 1t was done his better judgment rose up against 1t. For the truth may as well be told at once although he would as yet scarcely acknowledge it to himself, Edward Cossey was already violently enamored of Ida. He was by nature passionate man, and as it chanced, she had proved the magnet with power to draw his passion. But as the reader is aware, there existed another com plcation in his life for which he was not per hapS entirely responsible. When still quite a youth in mind he had suddenly found him self the object of the love of a beautiful and inthralling woman, and he had, after more or less severe struggle, yielded to the temptation, as, out of a book, many young men would have done. Now to be the object of the violent affection of such q woman as Belle Quest Is no doubt very hattering and even charming for awhile. But if that affec- ton Is not returned in kind-if, in short, the gentleman does not love the lady quite so warmly as she loves him-then in course of time the charm is apt to vanish, and even the fattery to cease to please. Also, when, as ill the present case, the connection is wrong i'll itself and universally condemned by society, the affection which can still triumph and endure on both sides must be of
 
 unprlncpled man dislikes the acting of one long lie such as an intimacy of the sort neces- sarily involves, and if the man happens to be rather weak than unprincipled the dislike is apt to turn to loathing, somo portion of which will certainly in time be reflected on to the partner of his ill doing
 This was the state of affairs before he became attached to Ida de h Molle, after which the horizon grew blacker than ever. At first he tried to get out of the diff ticulty by avoiding Ida, but it did not an swer She exercised an irresistible attraction oyer him. Her calm and stately presence was to him what the sight of the mountain snows are to one scorched by continual heat lie was weary of passionate outbursts, tears, agonles, alarms, presentiments and all the paraphernalia of secret love. It appeared to him, looking up at the beautiful snow, that if once be could reach it, life would all be sweetness and light, that there would be no more thirst, no more fear, and no more forced marches through those ill odored quagmires of deceit. The more he allowed his to dwell upon the picture the hercer grew his longing to possess it. Also he knew well enough that to marry a woman like Ida de Ia Molle would be the greatest blessing that could happen to him, for she would of necessity lift him up above himself. She had no money, it is true, but that was a very minor matter to him, and she had birth and breeding and beauty and that presence which commands homage. And so it came to pass that he fell deeply and yet moro deeply ill love with Ida, and that as he did so his connection with Mrs. Quest although we have seen him but yesterday offering in passing fit of tenderness and remorse to run away with herr became more and more irk- some to him. And now as he drove leisurely back to Boisingham, he felt that he had inn periled all his hopes by rash indulgence in his trading instincts.
 Presently the road he was following took turn and revealed sight that did not tend to improve his already irritable mood. Just here the roadway was bordered by a deep bank covered with trees which sloped down to the valley of the Ell, at this time of the year looking its loveliest in the soft autumn lights. And here, seated on slope of turf beneath the shadow of yellowing chestnut tree, in such a position as to get view of the green valley and flashing river, where cattle red and white stood chewing the still luxuriant aftermath, was none other than Ida herself, and what was more, Ida accom- panied by Col. Quaritch. They were seated on camp stools, and in front of each of them was an easel. Clearly they were painting together, for even as Edward gazed the colonel rose, came up close behind his con- panion's stool, made ring of his thumb and first finger, gazed critically through it at the lady's performance, and then sadly shook his head and made some remark, whereupon Ida turned round and commenced an animated discussion.
 s:.Hang me,n said Edward to himself, eff she has not taken up with that confounded old military trump. Painting togetherl An, I know what that means. We'll, I should have thought that if there was one man more than another whom she would have disliked, 1t would have been that battered looking colonel" He pulled up his horse and re- flected for moment then handed the reins to his servant, jumped out, and climbing through gap in the fence walked up to the tree where the pair were sitting. So en- grossed were they in their argument that they neither saw nor heard him.
 'It's nonsense, Col. Quaritch, perfect non- sense, if you will forgive me for saying so," Ida was saying, with warmth. Ut is all very we'll for you to complain that my trees are blur and the castle nothing but n splotch, but am looking at the water, and if am looking at the water, it is quite i'm. possible that should see the trees and the cows otherwise than have rendered them