Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-01
MT, Wayt'S Wife'S Sister.
 N BY MARION KIRKLAND
BY MARION KIRKLAND.

pampas grasses, and her feet were sore and bleeding; her limbs failed under her; her tongue clave to the roof of her mouth with dryness; her heart beat faint
 Hark! At the upward fling of her leaders arm music rained down from Heaven, and the earth made joyous re- sponse; strong, exultant strains, like an organ peal, and such vibrant melodious chimes as Bunyan heard whom all the bells of the holy city rang together for joy. The majestic, floating figure turned to lean toward her with outstretchei arms, and eyes that gazed into hers as she had vowed they should never look again.
 "Ol knew it must be you!" She said 1t aloud, in her rapturous dream. "It could be nobody elsel Thank Cop! Thank GoD!"
 Thor bounded from under her hand March Gilchrist's New York friend was bachelor cousin, who was always delighted to have "a good fol- low" drop in upon him on Sunday even- Ing. March, in the uneasy wretched- ness that beset him, honestly intended
 
 train. He wanted to get away from the place for few hours, he said; away from tormenting associations and pos sible catechists, and think calmly of tho next step to be taken. By the time he reached Jersey City he had discovered that he was trying to get away from himself and not from his home; more over, that he wanted neither dinner NR khA sOl He stepped from the train, turned into the station restaurant, sat down at the table he had occupied on the day he landed from the City of Rome and missed the noon train. and ordered at random something to eat.
 The longer table built about the post in the middle of the room was sur rounded by party of men and women. The men wore full black boards and a great deal of waistcoat, crossed by gold ropes. Tho women had round, black eyes, high-bridged noses and pronounced complexions. March tried not to see them and tried to eat what was set be- fore him. It made him sick to observe that Hetty's place was filled by an over blown young lady whose bang made definite downward peak between her black brows, and who had ten rings on the left hand and five on the right
 He caught the six-thirty train back to Fairhill. He had made up his sensible mind to talk over his family to project marvelously-well developed when one remembers that the inception was not an hour old when he swung himself of upon the platform of the Fairhill sta tion. He would set out next week for the Adirondacks. set mp forest studio and begin ''serious work" The phrase jumped with his mood. Nothing else would draw tbe inflammation out of tho wound. He meant to bear up likc man under tho blow he had received, to forget disappointment in labor for worthy end, lovo, in ambition.
 He took tho orchard in his walk homo from the station. It was quite out of his way, and he was not guilty of the weakness of denying this He went there deliberately and with purpose, vaulting the fence from the quiet street at the foot of the hill, as he had done on that memorable Sunday when tho orchards were all a-flutter with pink" One more look at the nook under green apple-boughs would be sad satisfac- ton. and the contrast between what he had hoped and what hV knew to be rock bottomed reality, would be salutary tonic. One look he must have-a look that should be farewell to folly and re- gret.
 While still twenty yards away from the arbor he espicd something that looked like a mass of white drapery Ivy ing upon the turf. He stood just with out the stepping boughs fencing the sleeper about, his face framed in an opening of the foliage, as Hetty, aroused by Thor's bound from her side, raised her eye-lids and closed them again with a smile of dreamy delight upon eyes swimming in luminous tears |
 "I thought 1t was you!" she repeated, in a thrilling whisper, and again, and more drowsily-"Thank God"
 The church-bells, chiming the half hour notice of evening service, went on with the music of her dream.
 Thor, enactinG, a second time, the role of Deus CT mdchind, thought this l an suspicious moment for thrusting his | cold nose against her cheek.
 With a stifed scream, she attempted | to rise, and catching her foot in the | shawl, would have fallen, had not March rushed forward to her help. Hay ing taken her hands to restore her to | her balance, he continued to hold them.
 She struggled to free them-but fec l bly. Surprise and confusion had robbed | her of strength and self-possession.
 ''I thought-they said that is, Perry | saw you take the train for New York;" | she managed to articulate.
 "Hettyl"-imploringl while the |
 
 flowed hers with loving light-'why do you shun me so perststently? Are you determined never to hear how dear you are to me?"
 CHAPTER VII
 This, then, was the outcome of March | C3ilchrist's iron-clad resolve to fOrrat in ]