Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-01

stirred in her one passionate thrill. Not that she seemed woman who desired or demanded the homage which evoles passion. Her tall and well-molded shape had the effect, both in movement and repose, of that placid dignity which bespealSs kind of sexual indif- ference. And yet, as he watched her more keenly, he told himself that he discovered in her the unrest of some thwarted ambition. Was it a craving for wealth, for social prominence? He decided to wait and discover. She inter ested him so acutely that he was haunt cd by this idea of waiting and discover ing.
 Meanwhile Sylvan's welcomes were always warm. He had indeed disap- pointed the doctor, and especially after knowing and loving Gerald. Syvlan was no reflection of his brother-not even a pale and neutral one. He expressed for Thorndyke all the conservatism of his mother and all Gin the judgment of this new observer) his mothers rigid wrong headedness. Thorndyke was in many ways free-thinker, and Gerald's fear less iberalisms had vastly pleased him. He hardly knew what to answer, one day, when Sylvan said, in reference to his brother:
 "I suppose Gerald now and then greatly shocked you. He often shocked me But he had got to represent the severely radical element at Cambridge by the time bade him goodbye"
 ''My husband believes in being con- ventional," said his wife, before the doctor could frame fitting response.
 Thorndyle started a little, and looked at her. "And have you no such be- hef?" he inquired.
 She gave short, gay, non-committal laugh. "Oh, I take things as I find them or try to-"
 That ''try to- haunted Thorndylze.
 He would sometimes watch Sylvan and think how thoroughly his stopped frame and large, gray, restless eyes betokened that he had inherited his fathers body, and yet how dominant in him was the pious, conservative spirit of his mother. Being ignorant of what the packet conf1ded him by Egbert Maynard really contained, Thorndylze wondered whether it might not work trouble in the nature of this sensitive, God-fearing soul. If it were, as he suspected, certain tidings which con- cerned that once-treasured elixir, might It not produce III SyIVan SOmeGn1nS or the same mental revolt and disarray years ago walsened in the mother whom he so resembled?
 On Sylvan's twenty-fifth birthday Thorndylze formally and privately de- ivered the packet. Sylvan did not open it in his presence. The young man seemed deeply impressed by the very tidings of such legacy. 'Win he tell his wife any thing concerning it?" thought Thorndyke. "Well, ," he pro- ceeded to muse, Eff Lucia is left in ignorance of its contents it. will be just like his secretive, timorous tempera- ment."
 The elixir had always appealed to Thorndyke in no other light than that of & melancholy joke. He was a no less de- vout disciple of science than his dead friend had been; but that any concoc- tion of the kind described to him by Maynard on his death-bed could possi- ply be accredited with the potency de- clared of it was like calling the grass blue and the sky green.
 Several more meetings occurred be- tween Sylvan and the doctor, and still no reference to the packet was made. One evening Thorndyke presented him. self when the master of the house