Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-06-27

 burst into song and entreat her to 'Oh. breathe those thrilling notes again which you'd naturally think meant an meant an encore, but it doesn't.
 "I wonder whether MT. CastiIlain and your sister have any idea what you call 1hsm 2" said Col. Stuart. 4ls.4s
 Do you mean the Old Folh ct Home?'" echoed Neil, laughing. "Why, of course they have. We ell have the satisfaction of knowing that Marjorie calls us nothing worse in our absence than in our presence. ''A satisfaction, indeed assented the Colonel, quietly. e
 "Yet at home they don't appreciate even that noble quality of mine, re- turned Marjorie, determined not to show any displeasure at his words. "It does not cause them to idolize me in the slightest-not as Emily borden, for in- stance, is idolized." a.... "Yet you are nicer than Emily, are you noti" inquired Neil, detecting nothing of the earnestnees below the girls testing words. s.ss- .- "Far, far nicer" answered Marjorie, with pathos; "even Louisa would own
 that, and if any ono could deny it she would" -- "She does not love Miss borden over- much, owing to Emily's little narra-
 tives of Jelfrey's imagined devotion to her."
 "Hush, Neil |" interrupted Marjorie.
 "You've no business to encroach on our prerogatives. Wonen may say these
 things of each other, but we don't give
 the right to you"
 asked the Colonel, ito mako her sisters fao1snns O as,hioct ~f IonOh4.~ u,i&l okl, CTS, in her absencs?" "H Louisa t0iU wear her heart on her
 sleeve" Marjorie said coldly. as she rose, cit is to be expected from . we'll trained daw that he will peck at it." However wrong the thing may be, do not expect you to own to its being so," returned Col. Stuart, little sternly.
 "No," she answered, "I could not do anything 90 silly; think too well of my
 self. My sin is seh-love, Col. Stuart, aa especially opposed to my fathers gin of seh-neglect, and Shakespeare says that mine is not 50 vile as his. So console myself. Oh, Miss Chester, you would have laughed if you had seen the Squire yesterday! This sort of way-look In his spectacles, with an apron on, sweep ing bis study himself-study bah l call 1t his cash-bo1-afraid of letting a servant in, because there were few broom in this sort of way, I should like MT. Spendir to have sketched the little scene"
 Though none of the others could help listening, and laughing heartily at Mar jorie's face and attitude as she mimicked her father with the broom, Col. Stuart had turned away where he could not sec her, no sign of a smile on his face. "Lina," cried Marjorie, impulsively,
 when the two girls were up stairs to- gether-"Lina.
 And then she kissed her with long, long, earnest kiss. A little understand. ing the longing and the regret and the sef-reproach which called for sympathy in Marjorie's eyes-no trace of mischief lurking in them now-Lina put her
 arms softly about her, and whispered that she thanked her for calling her by that name.
 "I cannot call you anything else
 again." Marjorie said, her lips twitch- ing. "Oh, wish-I wish I could be
 like you"
 "No, no {" cried Lima, eagerly. "Like you-just like you; and then
 this-this miserable anger with myself
 could never be-"
 "You said one day that we could not judge of one another's pain," said Lima,
 softly. "No, we cannot; but rone that you
 could bear could be just this sort of pain;
 and-and hope and trust that you have
 none," she added, with sudden, regretful
 tenderness. "There, mine is gone for
 tonight"
 Masjorie had said good-by cheerfully,
 and now sat in the phaeton, wrapped up
 to the lips in a great red shawl; Col.
 Stuart and Sir Neil stood beside her
 in the dusk of the spring night, the
 lamp-ight from the hall door just touch-
 ing them.
 "Shall I drive you, Miss Marjorie, !"
 the Colonel asked, "and send your ser
 want on my horse?"
 '1 think feel pretty good now," she
 answered, with quiet unconoern.
 "Further featuring may undo it; SO
 goodnight. Drive quickly, James. Y"
 But James could not help its being
 half an hours drive; and through all
 that time big tears fell ceaselessly from
 Narjorie's eyec fell slowly, too, as only
 those tears fall that are bravely 'strug-
 gled with in solitary pain.