Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-28

he a1ri 70 bo taken to Marjorie, and for
4 moment overcame the evident dread
abe felt of advancing even one step near
or to US who had brought her here, to
meet what she shune far more than death
ITSELF"
Sir Neil Adhesion stood at the door
of the brougham, talking quietly to Mrs.
Esdaile on Indifferent Subjects. His
ewes, every now and then, sought Lina's
with swift intentness, and as they rested
on her face ESQ pitifully pale in the
lamp-light) there grew in them that look
of anxious earnestness which could chase
away entirely their old sleepiness.
"You are sure you will not come,
Adhesion ?" inquired Col. Stuart, pre-
pairing 20 take his seat on the box, con-
fident, before he asked, what the answer
would be.
"Quite sure, thank you, Stuart. I
shall see you tomorrow. Goodnight,
Mrs. Esdaile; thank you for-I mean,
Tn very glad you CHANGED to be at the
station. Goodnight, Miss Chester
goodnight"
And Sir Neil turned away, curbing his
fierce, strong wish to hnger still beside
longer; to claim the right Of the one
who had rescued her from her loneliness
and danger. Dull and moody enough
ne felt as he droYe home in the very fly
from The Leopard which had taken him
self and Lima on the night when he first
met her.
Cold and bleak as the night wind
blew, Col. Stuart faced it from the box.
seat of his roomy brougham, leaving his
sister to cheer Lima as her gentle, wonn-
anly tact and delicacy should prompt,
and to say only just those few we'll timed
words which the girl could bear.
Lima listened gratefully, though she
could not trust herself to speak. Here,
beside her, was one new compassionate
friend. In the warm, peaceful home to
which they were taking her Marjorie
awaited her-Mariorie with her gener.
GUS sympathy and gentle words, All,
| and she had murmured once, not long
ago-not long ago, though it seemed
like years and years against Heavens
pity on the desolate
All Gerard's brave and simple faith
was here Just then. Even the dread Of
that coming trial left her for q little
time. Sitting quite silent, her fingers
locked in her lap, these thoughts Of
gratitude were SO deeply heartfelt that
they crept softly up into the starlit heav-
en- like prayer.
Lima" said Marjorie, as the two
girls sat before the fire in the pretty
| little room which had been prepared for
Lima, "it's very late-I mean it's ex-
ceedingly early but you are resting
nicely on that big chair, aren't you
And I'm resting nicely here so we won't
hurry to separate just this minute. I
expected that Mrs. Esdaile would make
me promise not to come in here 1T all
tonight, but she didn't, SO shall wait
till it strikes /. Wasn'tita kind thought
of Colonel-of Adelaide's-to send for
me, Lina?"
"You know didn't mean that" was
Marjorie's quick answer. ''You know
mean it was kind to me. Oh, Lima, if
we could have helped 1t. you should not
have returned-yet; but, as you are
come, 1t is so much best for you to be
here, and am glad to he with you.
have missed you sorely through all these
long days"
Inlay I tell you of them ?" asked
Lima.
Now Marjorie Castillain, though she
looked SO thoroughly comfortable and
at home, wrapped in her dressing gown
and with her s1ippered feet upon the
fender, had her whole mind bent on
solacing and cheering this solitary girl,
and, anxious as she was herself, hid
this, that she might succeed the better.
She had not misinterpreted the pleading
look which Lima had given her when she
fancied they were separating for the
night-it was seldom that the clear eyes
did misinterpret any look Of appeal
and her sure, true instinct told her what
the mute prayer had been. Lima wanted
| b. al loy horv onI 1ryhnrn &hAca
weeks had been spent. Perhaps, after
that, another question-nearer her heart
but farther from her lips-would come
more easily.
Yes, truly it did When Lima had
finished her short story-so much more
sad and pathetic a one than she fancied
she turned to Marjorie and asked this
question in a whisper, with dry lips and
hot, eager eye
"Miss Marjorie, what did they say
the magistrates, the Sheriff, your sister
What was it? What was said of him 2
What was the-verdict p
"The verdict will not be given yet,
DEAR" replied Marjorie, her own face
paling; eve have a long, long time to
wait for that. Oh, weary time II
we could only leap through these three
months, how willingly would forfeit
them from my life r.
perhaps it is better So" whispered
Lima, in a voice from which all hope
and spirit seemed to have died. "Then,
Miss Castillain. is he-oh, you say it
where is he p
"In Peterborough" said Marjorie,
and the effort to speak cheerily was an
utter failure now.
"You mean in Jail 2" was Lina's Ques-
| ton. cold and slow in its anguish.
"Col. Stuart goes to see him often,
Lima" continued Marjorie, avoiding the
direct answer, and I'm going when you
give me leave"
ooh, mol How could he bear it p
cried Lima, in the same low voice.
"Bear 1t II echoed Marjorie, with 6
warm, bright fash in her loving eyes
"Hs would bear 1t as he bears every
thing-nobly, grandly. bravely. Oh
Lima, when 1 think of him now, my
heart feels all hot and wrong and unbe