Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-06-30
horrible. unsounded depth ir its carserl

though seldom say so, because the Idea would only be called 9 stupid fancy. But, Lana, have such shudderlng dis Ike for anything that is-oh hardly know what I meAn-anything that is trustworthy only on the surface that isn't what 1t seems to be. Do you un- derstandY"
 She looked round into her compan- ions face as she spoke, and, seeing it, there ecamo upon her greatreRret for those words, which had been uttered without . thought beyond their pressnt meaning, yet had the power to pierce so kssnly. "Yes," she resumed, not appArsntly having noticed anything of this, "a place, mean, in which life may be lost while you never suspect it possible- precipices, and lakss, and glaciers, and th.t sort of th,ag thin added d. l Marjorie. M ss sSaaess:r se 'as ao.snS goes LOOK '' "It h Q solitary and gloomy place, even on this sunmer's day." said IinA, e they stood on the brink and looked far down into the water 1; "gloomy even with the sunbeams on its surface and the Aowers growing to its very edge. Then, what must it be in the winter time? Think of 1t in the haunted dusk l of December afternoonl"
 "Or November. November is the month hate. Oh, Iwould not be here in the gloomy dusk of . November day." said Marjorie, with . laughing shudder, "for . thousand poundA Would you3"
 "Fof . thousand pounds," echoed low % 1oios xs.c :ind.sdcind.sd se saS d I would" % "vh.s . god thing Th.t i: cas oi tho CastillAin virtues, and I feared you did not possess it. When they tell mo of MT. Spendfr's miserHness, you don't know how I feel drawn to him. An, talk of an angel, and you hear the Aut- ter of his wings. There is MT. Spendir, I believe :kstohing. is Ae' oh' what
 Lina's eyss followed Miss Caatllain's rapidly and eagerly, and saw the artist his head snvaloped in . large yellow ailk handkerchief-bsnt busily over his work.
 "Come," said Marjorie, noticing nothing of Lna's quickened breath, and see what hs is doing"
 Ntz speudir looked up slowly from his skstch hing board as the girls ad- vanced; then rose, his handsome, sun. burned face looking out from tho yellow handksrchisf.
 "Why do you wear 1t, MT. 6pendir 2" asksd Marjorie, looking et 1t with in- tense inquisitiveness in her big, grave
 vi wear it to keep oil the flies," said Fitx, ooloring little through tho bronze skdn, but with DO yeshge of shamef.oed- 1t does not inter3ere with the oolors if it slips over my eyes, An odd feature in the landscape, am not"
 | AhOut Eha only earneat or eYnployed figure among us au," said Marjorie, with . gentleness for which Lima thanked her in her heart: "so you ought to make an odd figure in the landscape. Please go on sketching, MT. 6pendir, while we stay here on tho moss. Isn't 1t beautiful? The tiny white butterflies skimming over the heather might be spow-hakes. niehtn't they. Lina7 I ehall neveF have courage to 60 back, for 1t seem. as if my tread would crush hundred"
 "Theinstinct of fself-preservation is too strong within them" said Lima, laughing little nervously as she stood.
 "An instinct common to us all, put in Ntz, quietly, as he went on with his work. "I wish tho instinct included preservation of other things beside
 Lima was looking down upon him, . long, sad questioning in her eyes.
 Tt does," she said "on1y we are rash and-and forgstful, and do not follow It."
 Something in the tone made Marjorie hs .o od fio on@ ns ss%a span as skstch below her, but away among the shadows of the frs which stood above tho tarn, . group from tho valley below came up the little path among tho fern and heather, only turning aside to the pool whom they suddenly caught sight of the girls and tho artist beside 1t,
 "Oh, Marjorie 1" cried Emily Jorden, olinstng to her with pretty little A&ec- taion 6 fear, "why did you como hersP Me never come here whom we pionio !; 1t l. so very dreadfully gloomyl" l "Awfully gloomy assented Mar ierie, with eyes 90 bright and laughing really have uttered those words about the lake only few minutes before. "I should feel quite frightened, only that Mr. Jeffrey looks 70 brave, and Sir Neil js % big, and MT. Spendir is sure to be eccustoined to mountain horrors, and Col. Stuart hes been in battle, and MT. 2ordsn is, by his cloth, made impervious, 6o," continued Marjorie, don't feel so erses5t 'sd dons you 70 @affs Pesy think i. dis nal ?" asked Emily, raising her eyes innocently, with that peculiar glance which is intended for one person and di- rooted to another.
 "I remember" said Marjorie, partcu- larly addressing the artist as they ell stood together beside the pool-"1 I re- member we'll a silent little lake in the Scilly islands, which tho sight of still and shadowy water always recalls to me. and which wAs something to make one tremble, indeed. We had to make our way to 1t on our hands and knees, as it wore, along . cavern that seemed end vsuited space, occupied by dark, stsii sheet of water. The guide stuck candles An around us on the slimy walls !; and | C>n voy, i,,dna of tho afKaCk of khAae and