Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-06-26

"n his ananneri Hsee net poliahoa. his coat sleevos were. replied Marjorie, with nonchAlance.
 And what about his booh ?" laughed Neil. "Tn wager to know . gentleman anywhere by his boots"
 His boots Oh, they were slip- pers," returned Marjorie below her breath, as she screwed up her lips mys- tariously. "Whispef it not in Gath, make 1t not subject of conversation in Askelon, but I believe he had paper collar"
 "We might never have been aware of these things if you had not given us the benefit of your keener perceptions, Miss Marjorie" remarked Col. Stuart, mean ingly, while Neil laughed with hearty enjoyment.
 not even paper wristbands on to-day, as you are expected, Col. Stuart, and he will know that one or two ladies are sure to attend you"
 "You are perfect in your appreciation of satire, Marjorie. Isn't she, Miss Chester2" asked Neil, only trying to win a glance or word from Lima. "And in its use," added the Colonel, quietly. "Do you see any satire, Miss Marjorie, in the old Latin proverb that says, God looks to clean. not filled, hands 2"
 "Not exactly" returned the girl, saucily still, "but I Iscean unpleasant im- plication that the filled and clean hands do not go together. And that makes me uncomfortably wonder about my own and Neil's- and yours- Miss Ches- ter's." in drawing Lima into the conversation, she was content, and took but minor part herself again, until they reached the two small white cottages lying back l in the vegetable gardens.
 "It is not 8 winding avenue" re- \ marked Neil, as he held the wicket open "but it is bordered with stately potato plants, and has a beautiful regularity which cannot lead us astray,"
 By clever maneuver, skillfully per: performed while he spoke, Neil managed to place himself at Lima Chesters side, and to slacken his pace little to make bis walk beside her last the longer. So 1t happened that they two did not enter the cottage kitchen until few minutes after Col. Stuart and Marjorie had done so. But Lima was not too late to catch the last few words of the Colonsls courteous apology to MT. Spendir for being later than he had arranged to be ; and her heart gave great leap as she looked at the two standing together, meeting easily and courteously, as gen. tlemen meet on equal ground. But one minute afterward the heart beats ceased ; the soft pink flush that had risen in her cheeks as she entered the cottage faded, and left her face paler even than ita won't; the beautiful dark eyes dropped as if a sudden invisible touch had closed ing her to the artist, and Sir Neil and Miss Castillain were, standing near.
 MT. Spendir bowed, very low and very politely, and Lina-stin without looking up-held out her hand to him as by
 some uncomfortable impulse. Nei | Athelston's brows were drawn together over his angry, half-closed eyes. Mar
 jorie's lips broke into 8 smile. Col Stuart watched the two narrowly, keen
 ly, almost cruelty, in his intense earnest
 ness.
 Fitz Spendir, in shabby coat stained
 with paint, stood opposite this girl ant
 clasped her hand for just one second
 his breath coming quick and hard, ant
 his lips growing white and rigid-h'
 then turned again, easily and naturally I
 he had been working when they entered
 When 1t had been thoroughly examine,
 and criticised, the visitors moved abou
 the room, glancing at other sketche
 which lay or hung about. None of then
 were very clever-none of them, as Nei
 whispered to Lima, gave proofs of
 genius which would cut it's way int
 fame. But all, as Marjorie added, ez
 hibited talent, at any rate, and patient
 painstaking earnestness.
 In one corner of the room hung
 small water-eolor drawing, before whic
 Lima stood so long and so silently ths
 the others left her there and moved or
 It was very trivial work of art at best
 and there were vague unreality an
 incorrectness in it which would not fa
 to strike even casual observer; yet
 rich and harmonious blending of autumn fections did Lima notice as she stood 6 long before the little picture. her hand clasped and her eyes filled with unshe tears.
 Yet it was only this. An old churol porch, with heavy, leaning cross upo its roof, Just outside this porch, in th gravel-path, a stone that marked gray, and on it one name only written, e Maj dalen." Lina's lips moved as she req St over and over again. The two line carved below the name she knew, eve without following the words: 3 This simple stone shall bear a simple line
 Here lies a sinner saved by grace Divine z A little aside from the gravel-path sto, broken sun-dial, the long grass clim l, ing about its base, and clinging to i ' worn and crumbling pedestal. :, "It is an uninteresting sketch-to . stranger, Miss Chester. did not ev, paint 1t from nature"
 ' The voice was only MT. Spendir's, b z z Lima started as if it had reached h n from the church porch, or the gra S upon which her eyes were fixed. From memory, I suppose ?" ask . Dir Neil, glancing at the sketch becau