Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-16
CHAPTER X, BLISS THAT CAME, ALAS, TOO LATE,


 In this frame of mind I walked on, l knew not where, until I found n.y. self all at once at the Goings residence. It was almost dark, and bright, home like lights were blazing out of win dows and doors. felt sudden great need of sympathy and condolence, and went in at the first door l came to. Fan was busy at tho table and dressed in one of those pretty white muslins that ought never to go out of fashion, because any girl in tho world looks like an angel ill them. She turned and ran to mo.
 ''Have you como to git married?" she said, in a low, eager voice scarce above a whisper.
 l don't know what I said. It all seemed like dream to mo. But had afterwards an indistinct impression of quito crowd of our neighbors and friends standing up with us in the best room and Squire Goings himself before us repeating the marriage ceremony, and to which we wore perpetually nod ding through an intolorablc period of time.
 1 remember something of the hand shaking and ''wish you much joy," and all that, together with many deeper draughts from the 'Squirc's decanter of "peach and honey'' than l had ever been accustomed to. But thon it was my wedding night! And ought not 6 fellow to bo extraordinarily merry on such an occasionp
 1 remember that ono persistent thought was that she must be inex- pressibly hurt when she should come to hear of my marriage. The desire to take some swift and cruel revenge upon her had been uppermost and largest in all my thoughts and actions upon that evening. The marriage was the meth cd of doing this-original and pecul- jar, as l fancied; old hackneyed and perpetually successful like some other love plots that have mentioned in this recital heretofore.
 When q bevy of giggling foolish young girls had come ito take Fan away thrum me" as they said-along late in the night went out slyly to walk of the dreadful suspicion that was creeping upon me, md growing with the growing knowledge, that had taken a very serious and doubtful step in attempting to avenge my rent and wounded self-love. For was it not my self that was being wrung by her light fickleness?
 And does not any planned. individual, and human revenge thus react upon any mere mortal who dares to assume the prerogative of tho Omnipotentp Can any human creature wield, without wounding himself. those weapons which Jehovah has declared arc His alonee
 Thinking these and Q thousand other thoughts that each for a brief moment eclipsed the one glaring thought of her, thst burned the very soul within me, walked on over every road and path that had been familiar to our feet in all the ten lyears that had known her.
 ] After a length of time, of which had no perception whatever, l came upon tho river rippling peacefully be- tween its bright. moon-Nt parallels oi gold-twig willows. In the black shadow of the large elms, near the jimson jungle. I had overheard the fudge and Bogus Leatherwood, on tho day after tho fatefu1 arrival of Mar tin -. to whom I attributed all o1 tho evil that had come upon me. wave after wave, in these few days, sweep ing away my boon companion, and the only woman I could over truly love! In that black shadow wa. lying boat, small, long steamer. ir almost complete silence. without steam and with no fires nor lights ir view. With great start in my wholt being, sprang along tho bank, ane ran down the narrow staging and ul the little stairway that led to thu cabin and tho upper deck. As reached it, door opened, and a glad cry rang in my ears. and she fell into m, : To be continue.