Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-01

| oleS carefully. "l can understand that you must have thought strange of what you saw. But am used to type-writing. I earned fifty dollars" with mingled pride and defiance March thought en- | gaging-"last winter by copying law papers. And l told you--everybody mrst know how poor we are."
 'l know moro than that, dearestv' laying his hand over her cold fingers
 'l surmised when saw Mrs. Wayt die tating to you, what it meant"
 She was all herself again. In defence Of her sisters secret, as he imagined when she began to speak, she rallied her best forces. Her speech was grave, dignified and direct.
 'l do not know what you Surmised The truth is that Mir Wayt was taken suddenly ill last night. His sermon must be ready by this morning. There was not time to get q substitute. So, my sister found his notes. They were very full. She read them aloud to me. Anybody else can make them out. I copied the sermon with the machine from her dictation. You will under stand that we would not like to have this spoken of. Good evening!"
 She was beyond reach in moment, in another beyond call.
 March went back to the sylvan retreat that may be regarded as the stage set for the principal scenes of our story Step and heart were light and the same might be said of a brain that whirled like feather in a gale. While he had been loath to admit the gravity of the mis- givings that had embittcred the slow hours between 11:30 a. m. and seven o'clock p. m. of that eventful Sunday, he was keenly alive to the rapture of their removal. What boorish bat he had been to suffer a suspicion of the lofty rectitude of the noblest woman upon earth to enter his mind! How alto gether simple and convincing was her explanation of what should have been no mystery to an honorable man! Yet he could not be ashamed, in the fullness of his happiness. He called himself all the hard names in this vocabulary with cheerful vo1ubility, and gloried in the lesson he had thus learned of implicit trust in the girl he loved. No accumula- tion of circumstantial evidence or even the witness of the eye should ever call up another shadow of shade of doubt. Among other occasions for thankfulness was the recollection that he had not let a lisp of what he had seen last night, and suspected this morning, escape him in conversation with his mother and sis ter. Hefound himself tracing, with fine sense of the drollery of the conceit, tho analogy between prostrate Lagon, sans arms, legs and head, and the suspicion which had menaced the destruction of his happiness. Mutilated, prone and harm less, it lay on the threshold of the tenn pie of love and truth, ugly rubbish to be thrust forever out of sight.
 He had hardly noticed, in the ecstacy ot relief, Hetty's haste to be gone after she had explained her nocturnal indus try. He passed as lightly over the in- coherence that had replied to his ques- tion when he could see her again.
 "Give me time to think! Not for a day or two! Not until you hear from mel" she had said just before reaching the gate.
 He was shrewd enough to see how well taken was his vantage-ground. She had not demurred at his stipulation. He was positive, in the audacity of youth and passion, that she would never utter tho words he had dictated The turf dnder the tree was flattened by her re- clining form He lay down upon it, his arms doubled under his head for pill low, Thor taking his place beside him. The golden green changed into duu