Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-07-04
A SILVER STATUETTE
BIZ ERNEST DE LANcY PERSON.

walked towards the open piano, striking a
few plaintive chords with nervous hand.
Then passed on to the mirror and looked
at her reflection moment in its depths.
What face, what a sulky, discontented
face" she said with q short laugh, passing
her fingers over the frowning white fore
head as IL to smooth it out. He must not
see me looking like this-it will never do.
Only two days married and suIking al
ready, because the dearest husband in all
the world is just half an hour late in COM
ing home. Shame on you Doria-for
shame! You are not worthy to be loved so
we'll"
She passed her fingers over the glass, as
II she void rub away the ref 1ction, and
assumed look OF much surprise when she
found Il still there.
"WcI, if you will persist in scowling at
me there is nothing left for me to do but
turn my back upon you" with pOut She
moved slowly away and stool for mo-
ment under the chandelier in the centre of
the room. The light filtering through the
lustres touched her bronze hair with scin-
tilIating sparks and tipped the tremulous
laces on her bosom with flechs of gold.
What helpless creature 1 am, not to
know what to do with myself in all this
beautiful house, signing, yet it seems So
so unfurnished when he is not here. never
knew-I never thought that l should be so
dependent on anyone's society for my hap
piness. will bury my thoughts in a book
again. That will pass the time-something
cheerful that will iron out this frown and
mako ne look as blithe as newly mar
ried wife should. He cannot be long now"
She hummed tune to herself and
walked over to the book case, standing on
the tips of her white satin slippers to read
the titles.
Dickson on Divorced Oh dear, 1 don't
want that, any way not yet" with pretty
pout. The Young Mothers Adviser.
Henri She looked quickly away towards
the other end OF the case. "Ah! here is
the poetry department. The butterflies
are In the same case with the grubs. Very
proper! Byron? No, have passed the
Byron age. Fly Leaves? Calyesly? That's
better. He's light and merry, Oons down,
Calverly, and cheer NO."
The book was high and little Jump was
necessary to reach It, 1t caine tumbling
down and the whole row of law books with
1t. She darted back with laugh and
brushed the dust off the satin front of her
dress.
Dear me, what q narrow escape" rue
fully looking at tho volum IS on the floor.
If had been standing where the book on
divorce fell, should have hccn crushed
crushed by the law" And SIC stopped to
pick them up and restore them to their
places, laughing softly TO horself at the
miShap.
Something y,isLAnod on the floor beside
the fallen books. She looked down at it,
| rubbed her eyes--stared again and then
picked the thing NJ. 1t was tiny silver
statuette. A little Eros with broken
arm.
She was not thinking Of her delieately
tinted dress as she sat down among the
dusty books and took the little MANNED
l.. -,
and there beneath the light. Her face was
very white and the laces stirred on her
bosom as she shivered. A haze seemed to
come before her eyes, still turned towards
the little god extending his pitiful broken
arm.
No-no-It cannot be 50, it is another"
she half whispered to herself.
A step on the carpet-her husbands.
what cannot beT' he asked, drawing
her near him, She did not look him in tho
face and where she sat her back was
turned to him. She rose quickly and snap
ped out the words:
This |" she said, holding up the broken
Eros,
She saw how he paled, a nervous twitch-
ing about his mouth-that was all. He
smiled. ~
"oh, you have found that" in pleasant
| voice.
"Yes, / have found thdt," in a hard voice.
why do you look at me SO fiercelyP"
with a short laugh. Are you superstitious
and because you have found this little
broken Eros do you think it an omen that
our own love will be broken?"
He stepped towards her, but she moved
back.
eyes, it is an omon. I want you to
answer me some questions. 1 want to
know the truth-will you answer me
| truly2"
Have I ever lied to you?"
| "You have not to my knowledge"
and l will not now" with flush on his
face. But 1 really"
First, hear me out. I may be wrong,
pray to God that 1 am, but il we do not
start in life together with clean page we
shall never be happy. When this little
Eros fell at my feet it was like a thunder
bolt from the sky. l was stunned. A
mist rose before my eyes. I seemed in a
| different place, back in my room in my
| home-two years ago-before met you"
She paused and raised her handkerchief
"a storm was raging without, could not
sleep. And as 1 lay there, the sound OF
heavy breathing fell upon my ear. A
shadow was bonding over me. 1 closed
my eyes and when opened them, it was
still there-a flash Of lightning revealed
the figure of a man."
She paused and looked at him. He tried
to face her accusing eyes, then turned
away; something like sob broke from
his lips.
Lot me speak" he said in trembling
voice.
sNot yeti When saw that shadow be.
side me did not cry out or utter sound
closed my eyes and when opened then
agaid, I was alone-it had disappeared"
but he had not robbed you-this mar
who came to STEAL" he stammered
eagerly.
"Only this was gone, holding up the
broken Eros. She stopped. extended hel