Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-08-23

nome or your own. l do dream poems sometimes, if poetry is clouds and sum- sets and music nobody else hears, and voices-and love-words-and boshr' | Hetty could not help laughing.
 ''Ten me some of the glory and the boshl This is a beautiful confessional, Hester; wish we had nothing to do for week but to lie on the grass, and look at the blue sky through apple-blos- soms."
 "Amen" breathed her companion softly, and for awhile they were so quiet that the robins, nesting upon the other side of the trea began to whisper together.
 "Bosh and my poetry dreams are syn onyms," resumed Hester, her voice curi- | ously mellowed from its accustomed sharpness. ''Other people may say as much of theirs. I kasot0 it of mine. There's the difference. All the same they are as sweet as the poisoned honey we were reading about the other day, which the bees made from poppy-helds. And while I suck it. forget. My TO- nance has no more foundation than the | story of the Prince and the Little White Cat. Mine Is broken-backed cat, but | she comes straight in my dreams after | her head is cut of. You don't sup pose she minded that! She must have been so impatient when the Prince hes itated that she was tempted to grab his sword and saw through her own neck. You see she recollected what she had been. The woman's soul was cooped up in the cats skin. And was eight years old when the evil spell was laid upon | nae''' The tears in Hetty's throat hindered response. Never until this instant, with all her love for her dependent charge, her knowledge of her sufferings, and the infinite pity these engendered, had the deprivations Hester's affiiction in- volved seemed so horribly, so atro- ciously cruel. The listeners nails dug furrows in her palms, she set her teeth, and looking up to the unfeeling smile of the deaf and dumb heavens, she said something in her heart that would have left faint hope of her eternal veal in the orthodox mind of her brother-in- law.
 Hester was speaking again.
 Every painter has his models. have had mine. I dress each one up and work the wires to make him or her go through the motions-my motions, mind you! not theirs, poor puppets! When the dress gets shabby, or tho limbs rickety, throw them upon the rubbish heap. and look out for an other.
 "I got a new one last Thursday. The man who jumped over me in the station, and afterward carried me into the res taurant (such strong steady arms as he hadD Is real hero! O, am building a noble castle to put him in! He lives hnp fN,.h hsN, &1,Sh times day. His eyes have a smile in them, and his mustache droops just like Charles the First's, and he walks with spring as if he were so full of life he longed-to leap or fly, and his voice has 2 ring and resonance like an organ. The pretty girl that called him Mark to-day, is his sister,"
 "Why not his wife?"
 "Wife! Don't you suppose know the cut of married man, even on the street9 He hasn't the first symptom of the craft. Ho doesn't swagger, and he doesn't slink. A husband does one or the other"
 uetty laughed out merrily. There was a sense of relief in Hester's return to the sarcastic raillery habitual to her, which made her mirth the heartier.
 A man crossing the lower slope of the orchard heard the bubbling peal. and looked in the direction of the big tree. So did his attendant, a huge St. Der nard dog. He tore up the acclivity believing ferociously. Before his masters shout arose above his baying he was almost upon the girls. At the instant of alarm, Hetty had thrown her self before tho wheeled chair and the helpless occupant, and faced the foe. Crouching slightly, as for spring, her face blenched, eyes wide and steady, she stood in the rosy shadow of the branches, both hands outthrown to ward of the bounding assailant
 What Q pose!" was March's first thought, professional instinct asserting panic for which he was responsible. "ln tho same lightning-hash camc-'I'n paint that girl some dayI"
 Don't be frightened" he was calling, as he ran. He will not hurt you?'
 Hester had shrieked feebly, and lay almost swooning, among her cushions. Hetty had not uttered sound. but, as the master laid his hand on the dogs collar her knees gave way under her, and she sank down by the cripple's
 
 the wicker side. She was fighting des- perately for composure, or the sem blance of 1t, and did not look up when March began to apologize.
 "I am awfully sorry," he panted, rue fully penitent And so will Thor-my dog, you knowl-be when he understands how badly he has behaved. He is seldom so inhospitable."
 The word brought up Hetty's head and wits.
 "Are we trespassing?" she queried, anxiously. "Wo thought that this or chard was part of the parsonage grounds, or VIC would not have come. It is mo who should beg your pardon"
 By no means" He had taken of his hat, and in his regretful sincerity, looked handsomer than when his eyes had smiled, concluded Hester, whose sem SnS Vyare ranidlv " rafurui0n GGNTv iS