Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-04-30

be saidi WHAT eise given such folly and
suffering but tearsi It was Of piece with
other large examples Of abuse in the
worlds life. One with the hurting to-
gether of countries in slaughter by design
ing tyrants; one with the enslaving Of
races by sleek opulence and greed; one
with combinations on the food for nations
that few might live fatty at the expense Of
general hardship; one with the stake, the
chain, almost with the assassin's knife, this
black abuse of confidence, and yet, alas !!
what else was there for it but tearsa The
deceived, the foully injured, still chung to
the deceiver, still revered the destroyer,
still knelt to the idols that drowned them.
Aye, what could be said3
And what for the effect? All, it was one
with the trust of ignorance in all ages; one
with blind faith, one with reliance on a sys-
tenn in the stead of reason and simple
righteousness. But what for the cause3
Alas, there was no penalty, no law with
which to blast it! Nothing but to leave it to
the One in whose name it was perpetrated
and to the long verdict of Time, and Paul
Elchard, lying there, ground his teeth in
silence.
Then nearly two weeks fell away slug
gishly. Trean kept about her work and
well under the shadow of her heavy sad
ness, coming not often into the room where
Elchard lay, and saying little upon such en-
frances. The injured man, not knowing of
the swinging over her of this later cloud,
laid, and naturally. her enduring somber-
ness to the grief and horrors that hung
about her birth. His heart moved toward
her with the thought. Day by day
he could not put her back She
seemed like o twilight to his nature, sad,
soft and beautifully sweet, spreading slowly
throughout his being. 1t did not give him
joy, thrilling his soul upward into ecstasy
like the coming of love to many, but per-
vaded him all the day long like a tender
music, sorrowful, haunting, but bringing a
holy pleasure. When he lifted his eyes to
hers the spirit of this was in them, and hers
would flicker down and seem to swim in
light as she turned away. Once he heard
her break into a song when out among the
flowers that was so mellow and sweet it
thrilled him to the heart; then it fell away
80 plaintively his eyes We're believed and
dim with pity. But she did not sing again.
as day after day he lay watching the sun
shine sleeping in soft fakes about the
threshold, or trembling into little heaps of
untinkling coin as the vine-leaves stirred
She kept herself apart, yet were they none
the less together.
Her father remained much among his tiny
fields, turning on the clear irrigating water
and feebly hoeing the sandy loan about his
vegetables. He still brought the sick man
his dainty meals religiously, but seemed de-
press ed and talked but little. DR.. Dubette
came frequently, talked much and turned
his small hard eyes about, but Trean re-
manned to them invisible. Once Orson Beam
came too, inquired of the sick man his
health, delivered a message from the mines,
and went his way. Then news came in by
a neighbor that on the morrow, a Saturday,
President Young would visit the settlement
and expectation rose on tiptoe.