Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-11

doubted even 1T Sir Philip would rec08. nize his two victims. So far then we were safe. I admit my defence was shgh% but was obliged to trust to 1t for want of better.
 had spy wha kept me constantly in- formed of :ay enemy's move rn 2. Should he come within two miles of Mauo- line, would hide her from him.
 ''Tes my poor Madeline, how my heart at fir-t aches to see you a slave to your mad fancles, but by-aud-by, as I s@e how Gerald Linden bears your moods and humors her in your fancies, use myself at least to bear in patience vour pre- sence"
 Yes Garald is very kind to my poor afflicted darling. He will sit and listen to her wild talk for hours. It does nos strike into his soul like 1t dees into nina He will join her in her play, for she in turA will sit for him as his model
 He is at work upon a picture which iB to make the fame he so longs for. In fS Madeline is the centre figure, and truly the young artist has so faithfully repro. duced upon his canvas my darling's forQ and face that one marveis at his skill.
 It is strange what an interest Madoll takes in his work. She will sit at Ais sfdB seen her stand before the pictHaaand sing to herself in her bird like voics% r.
 That's Madolinel That's" Madolinei Only" she will add, 'not when she's dead, but alive"
 The two were always together, until | could Stifie my pain, and nerve myself to try and win for myself some place in her poor mind.
 This was far more easy than imagined From the first, she showed a strange curl osity about me; by-and-by, little by little, l found hal the power to calm aud soothe her when no one else could.
 She grew, I think, so far as she was able to- to love me, and wEile kno wing she was another mans wife, carefully guard ed my heart against her, did rot notice a change which came over the household.
 In those days Gerald Linden and I were like brothers Not until knew him thoroughly did understand the true value of his noble nature.
 His picture was sent for trial at moro than one exhibition and refused. After this had occurred three times he would have laid 1t away, but bade him try once more. remember that day well, for it was then I 1rst noticed how pale and thin hewas to what be had been when had f1rs4 known him. Then called to mind how less oheery than of yore his spirits were.
 taxed him on this score, but he put the subject quietly away.
 The winter came and again his picture was l. nNleI hLlIS lttl OI ulSapS pointment he seemed entirely to break down, and wfsh sorrowful astontshmens I saw that my brother was passing from me.
 Inheriting from his mother a weakness of constitution, the young artist sank into a decline from which there was no raIly> ing him. Trailer and Trailer he seemed to become, and to try and rouse him, sent. without his knowledGe his picture to the Art Gallery, Florence.
 I remember the day when I expected the decision,
 Gerald was lying as he had been wont to do lately. on the sofa, 1 sitting by his side reading aloud to him, Madeline st our feet rocking herself to and fro.
 AS read came upon a passage which spoke of death This ia an instant caught MAdoline's attention.
 "Dead," she said in her musing way. "Yes," every one must die. You first pointing to Gerald, then to me- and you too.
 "And when 1 die," said Gerald. fixing his large eyes on her with strange ex- pression l had often seen there of late. "Will you be sorry, Madoiino?"
 "Ask my love what he will have me be. I'll go and see if I can ind him." AEd away she glided out of the room.
 went on reading, but ere long half- smothered sound, like sob, caught my ear. Gerald's face was hidden from me.
 'Gerald, my brother, what ails youl Are you in pain?"
 Then the story came out of the love which had been so blind net to see-the love for the poor mad girl whom he had befriended- '4t may be a sin to love her -she is that mans wfe-even though VIC hide her from him; but if you lzl1ew--"
 Gerald, do know, but you must fghs against it as l have dcne."
 'Yes, yes. I will fight, I--"
 The rest was never uttered. A stream of blood burst from between the pale lips and as the sun sank in the west that even ing, Gerald Linden went "home."
 That same night the news came of suc- cess at last, and in the days that followed the fame came all alasI too late.
 And though she asked once or twice where Gerald was. the loving spirit passed, ont of my darlinG's life As bird across . summers sky, seeming to leave no trace.
 So we lived on 8 few more months of waiting and hoping; then, suddenly without word or warning. the end came