Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-02
MT, Wayt'S Wjfe'S 'SSiSter
 ~~# . By MARION KIRKLAND.

ruddy light, this into purp cash and | this into gray that was at nrst warm, | then cold. The second vesper-bell had set the air to quivering and sobbed mn- sically into silence that embalmed the memory of the music. Rapt in dreams, in summer fragrance and in tender duslss, tho lover lay until the stars twinlilcd through rifts in the massed leaves. Now and then, the far-ot roll of an organ and the sweet hymnlng ot accompanying voices were borne across l his rcverie, as the wandcrer through the twilight of an August day meets waves of warm. perfumed air. or cur rents of balsamic odors flowing from evergreen heights.
 At nine o'clock the moon showed the edge of coy check above the horizon hills, and shortly thereafter March heard the click of the garden gate ln- stinctivCly he put out his hand to keep Thor quiet, an unwarrantable idea that Hetty might revisit the spot darting through his mind. Tho shutlling of feet over tho sward quieted his leaping heart. In another minute he distin- guished the outlines of figure stealing across the moonlit spaces separating black blotches of shade. As it neared the COVcTJ ne SpohS quAcIlS' eO eNA''' AAA tho intruder:
 "Good evening, Homer"
 "oh, Lord!" The three-quarter-wit- ted wight bounded foot from the ground, then collapsed into shaking huddle.
 Mir. Gilchristw March hast ened to add. "I am sorry | frightened , you"
 "Now-I was jes' a-lookin' for light 1 see from the back porch down this ere way" uttered Homer, in an aTitated . drawl.
 March could see the coarse fingers rubbing against the backs of his hands, and a ray of light touched tho pcndu- lous jaw.
 "It was the match 1 struck to light a cigar l smoked awhile ago." he said. ''l dare say that may account for the | light you have seen at other times"
 "Ye-es. sir;" dubiously. "l been saw .he lights lots O nights, when l ain't spoke of it. Faint Ike CT sergar. It's = ike a lantern a-swinging this CT way ,waYinC one hand "l climb this treC one night, an' E0t thar till nigh mornin' waitin' an a-watchin' fer it ter com' again There's a man what tolo rnC twas the devil a-watching out for me. st "I am surprised you try to catch htm From what have heard. hc is a slipper d ohap."
 "No-mc-i ain't a-foerd on him fer my 'r self No,o, I'd be ioath fer bim to wort Miss Hetty."
 You are good fellow, Homer brave fellowl" responded tho listener with sudden enehyy. "Whcn you do 2" on the track of the light, let me kno" s. ard I'll lend hand to nab the devil re "Ye-es, sirl No,c, I've been a turnit over in my mind what that man say me. He's q man as ought to know wha he's talllin' about. He t'roatcucd w orful a couple U times, sence we cOm to Fairhill Sometimes cant slCCp fp thinkin' bout 1t You stay outen tha O orchardr he say. 'Ther' war a man mul dered thar onct,' he tell me, an tn devil is a~iookin' fer him. Elf he com Tt acrost you he'll keCch you by mistake
 he say. But then, there's Miss Hett,
 you know, Mir, Gtlchris'r'
 What under heaven has she to d
 with your man, or his devil, or the ligh'
 Who is the man who threatened yoi - Does he live in Fairhillp"
 Homer plucked at his lower lip ar
 glanced apprehensively around.
 "I dunno!" ho answered, in sulle
 evasion. "I met him on the street or
 day. Two times come acrost him
 the orchard Onct he come to the gar IT. ing gate. That was the time Ill tell me bout tho murder an the devil ee "He is a cruel, rascally liar" cri'
 March. indignantly. And you dor
 know his name? What is he like? D
 you ever speak of this to Miss Hetty . No, sir. She got 'nough to fret h
 a'readdy, Miss Hetty has. I'm 'fraid
 her bout the man. Sue ain't 'fraid
 nothin'. You do what tell you, Home n sez she, 'an' I'll stan between you a 'SI harm,' she say. But she ain't knC
 bout the devil Nor ain't hoerd O t
 murder when she tell me that. Tn
 mought make dif'rence." . "She is right, all the same. She always right. Mind her. and you @TAEA. 4 ~ nNExMz.@ 4