Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-02

leVe was iaSt n1gnb- MrS- Nayb IS . delft operator on it. She learned ex- pressly to copy my sermons and lectures for the press What will mott good wife do for her husband2"
 What, fndeed2" assented March, fer vently
 He was thinking of the wifely equivo- cations to which he had hearkened on the way to church, and, with genuine satisfaction, how straightforward was Hetty's simple tale of the sermon-writ- ing episode. Again he resolved to tear her out of this web of needless deceits at the earliest possible moment.
 He left the vicinity of the apple tree, partly to shake of his companion, partly to allow Homer opportunity to escape. Once he had his lips open to intimate his presence in the orchard at midnight, and that he had seen the light in the study. The reverend humbug should be warned of the danger of gratuitous and wholesale lying. He withheld the caution. 1t was not his province to re- prove a man so much his senior, and he added mentally, such an old offender.
 Mir Wayt sauntered on with him to the gate opening into the Gilchrist shrubbery, bade him goodnight" and marched back. March leaned upon the fence. seeming to stare at the moon, and enjoying a night-cap cigar, until the long, black figure ep tered the parsonage garden. While the young man fingered he saw Homer drop, monkey-like, to the earth and skulk homeward, keeping in the shadow when he could.
 "I would sooner take the fools chances of evading the devil than his pompous and pious master's? solilo- ouized Mrs. Gilchrist's son. Hetty wasdusting the big parlors next morning and making intellectual at tempts to evolve coziness out of car peted space, when a cough at the door attracted her notice.
 Homer stood there, military cap in hand, and wet up to the knees with dew. ! His love for flowers was passion, only surpassed by his exquisite tenderness for dumb animals and children. Hetty had said of her protege that he had the soul of a painter-poet, but that the wires were cut between spirit and | speech. He had been on his knees since there was light enough to show the diff ference between weeds and precious plants, cleaning out the garden-borders.
 "No,o" lfumbling with his shabby head gear). II was wishful fer to speak with
 ye before ennybody else came down.
 Leastways, Mary Ann, she's in the
 kitchen, but don't count, bein' busy an
 out O the way"
 IIctty smiled languidly Her eyes
 were hcavy-lidded; her motions slow for
 her She had lain all night, staring
 into the blackness above her, now cry
 ing to deaf Heaven to show her plain
 path for her feet, now trembling with
 ecstatic anguish in the recollection oi
 the interview that had opened vista ot
 Eden she yet dared not enter. Como what may, he has called me
 'darlingr" she was thinking for the hun
 dseth time, as tho interruption came.
 What is it, Homer? Are your flower:
 all right?"
 He ventured, after glance at hi
 feet, to step upon the unbroben breadth
 of Brussels
 "N0,c-I was up tree in the orchard , las night. An Mr.. Gilchris'-the y0un. one-and MT. Wayt, they were a-talllin on the groun' under the tree" Hetty wheeled upon him with blaz ing eyes and cheeks.
 "You were in tho orchard! In wha tree? When? But mol" Her excite ment subsided as quickly as it ha t arisen. "You were in the house whel B when l came in. Go on!' She drew ] long breath.
 ? Homer twiddled his thumbs in tn ! crown of his cap. His speech coul - never be hurried. If urged to talk fast s he was dumb.
 3 "Now, was up in that big tree wher IL .a-S s the young Mir Gilchris'-he war a-lyi1 t onto the grass when came along t 'Twar after you had gone upstairs-nig n onto ten o'clock, l guess, or may be min D -I ain't certain. I'd saw the same ligh r. an, for all them boys ken say. I've bee
 saw it many time"
 y Never mind tho light" Hetty sai g 1t patiently, "Tell me how you hal D pened to climb the tree"
 l "Now, Mir. Gilchris'-the young ger '' tleman-he spoke very civil an kind { e me, an we war talkin' quite a spel e when heerd Mir. Wayt a-comin', an clumb the tree so's he wouldn't see mt " an may be go fur me, you know. Al while war in the tree I heerd him , e tellin' Mir. Gilchris'-I meantersay th e young Mir. Gilchris'-how he'd soG u
 tell daybroak, four o'clock Sat'da s- night, Q figurin' onto his sermon wh:
 he preached ou Sunday" se "Homerl"
 s "Yes, ma'aml He war talkin' vel v high Scotch, mostly like he does a ,e times, specially to comp'ny-folks, but I' got the sense of that much. He said U, how he an the thunderstorm they fl v ured mp the sermon together, near's sI could make out. An MT. Gilchris'-tl ?" young gentlcman-he said precious Il :, tle-an' Mir. Wayt, he splurged out co ls siderable bout seein' the sun rise an ie forth, an bout his headache comin' ( as an a-goin' off with the sun. An the le the two of 'em walked of quite frienl 'e an soon's as they was out O sight s' lighted out and come home."
 . Hetty was sitting upon the sofa, t
 sick and weak tO stand