Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-10-20

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 the store and go out to make inquiries She called the boy and commenced car rying the things in from the door when policeman drove up in Eugene's wagon, but without Eugene.
 Mrs. Bregy's heart gave a bound, but she managed to cry out: What is the matter? What has happened to my son?"
 Don't get excited, nam. He is not locked up, but he met with a slight ao- cident and is lying over at the Roose. welt hospital, and if you will go with mo will drive you to him."
 "Of course I will go with you" said the now thoroughly excited woman. "Just wait while close the store."
 The policeman happened to be very kindly sort of man, so he helped her to carry in the boxes and roll the barrels from tho doorway. Then ho sat in the wagon while she put on her bonnet, and in a few moments they were going downtown at a rattling pace.
 On the way the policeman told Mrs. Bregy that her son met with the acci- dent in crossing the entrance to Central Park. The horses attached to lady's carriage had taken fright just as they emerged from the park and had run into Eugene's wagon, which was upset, together with the lady's vehicle. The lady had miraculously escaped without injury, but Eugene had been taken in an ambulance to the hospital. Had his wagon been loaded, the policeman said, it would not have been upset, but Eu- gene had delivered his goods and was driving home.
 The policeman was very chatty, and the mothers suspense in going to the hospital was consequently considerably lessened.
 When she arrived there the surgeons told her that her son could not just then be seen. They said his shoulder had been dislocated and he had received a slight concussion, but would in all probability be about again in the course of Q couple of weeks. At first they seemed determined that she should not see her son, but on hearing from a nurse that he was sleeping quietly they allowed the distressed woman to take a look at him. After that the kind. hearted policeman drove her home and stabled the horse for her.
 That night was @ terrible one for Mrs. Bregy. It was only within the past few months that her better nature had as- serted itself after lying dormant for nearly twenty years. The buffetings she had received from the world had deadened the purer sentiments which had struggled for an existence within her breast, but now that she had found that there was still . place for her in the world, she was lifted out of the mire into which she had drifted and felt that she had something to live for. Not for revenge-for such was not her motive. She had loved and loved truly, and her love was as true, If not as pure, to-day as when the dignifed Alphonse Bregy led her to the altar in the little French church in New York It was still as ardent as it was when he first called her wife and took her home to the modest flat near to Washington Park. Still she was living with an ob- ject
 Her son had recently occupied a large part of her heart, but her husband still AO1aAhSo uAS pAdCSs huu dS uby 1O1IOheu day the image of the gentleman who purchased the paper from her would rise to her mind, and in her dreams he was ever present Sometimes she would murmur in those dreams: "Alphonse, don't you know me?'' Then she would dream that once more they were united Eugene his fathers right hand, the father and son bound together by the strongest ties that can bind on this earth, their home the pleasantest place imaginable, nothing to trouble or vex them, the past forgiven and forgot ten. Then grim vail would cover all and dreadful nightmare follow, and as the suns rays burst through the blinds in the early morn she would turn restlessly on her bed, stretch out her arms, open her eyes and find that she was still alone. Lately she had re- signed herself very much to her cir cumstances and had given up all idea of ever seeing her husband again. True, she had little cause to wish tc see him, but, like many another patient