Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-07

ana ner 1dce GnS picture OA OcSpdI. SnS would never tell me just what it was you had done to her. She would merely shake her head and promise mo, in trembling tones, that she would make 1t all plain by and by"
 And meanwhile" said Sylvan, with hueless face and a voice full of irony, ''you were very willing to take on trust any evil tidings regarding my treatment of her. But once more pardon me. interrupt you too much."
 "Oh," cried Mrs. Calderly, "you make my task bitterer than it isl You heap horrid reproaches on me by your sar- casms. I pitied tucia-that was all. meant to advise her returning to you as soon as her mind got back its lost bal ance. She refused, with great ob- stinacy, to see doctor. Then she fell into breeding state, and grew still more alarmed, dreading the melan- choly form of madness. This was not long ago. One day she suddenly grew violent, and talked of you, with flask of white liquid, waiting somewhere either to pour it down her throat or in- jeot it into her blood, and so poison her."
 "Ah!' gasped Sylvan. He rose, and his pale face seemed to grow paler, while slight, hollow cough caught him, one which his dead mother, had she heard it, might have ikened to an echo of his dead fathers. What more, pleaSe-what more?'
 1.-The doctor whom I called in couldn't quite grasp her case, he said. She had grown quieter by the time he saw her. She had yielded to my persuasions and my servants, and had let us put her to bed. The doctor gave her some sort of soothing medicine, and left her. That night was very nervous and hardly slept awinls. The next day she seemed a good deal better until afternoon, when she began to have the same hallucination about you, and begged me to lock the doors of the bedroom and put the keys in my pocket. But had no sooner done i this than she began to shake with fear that you might be hidden somewhere in the room itself, with the flask of white poison-it was always the flask of white poison. I obeyed this second fit of mania. She had never been at all i violent that day, and later, when the 1 doctor came, she produced in both him and myself the belief that she was now truly on the verge of a marked change for the better. He encouraged me, and said he had given her something to make her pass tranquil night. (Oh, I've never felt till now, with all my re- spect for the wonders of science, what 1 guess-worlz, what empiricism, is the craft of all physicians, and how there's nothing certain about them except when they're surgeons, though surgery may kill as often as it curesD |. | S11 Al-k Wednesday evening, it was-she had fallen into very placid sleep. l was dreadfully tired, and lay down in my own room, so near hers that believed the least call from her could wake me. But must have slept very heavily in- deed, and certainly slept much longer than had expected. When, with a guilty kind of start, I wakened, my first impulse was to seek her room"
 Here Mrs. Calderly rose, and again clasped her hands, this time with SUD- plicating fervor. "I-I didn't find her there, Sylvan! She'd risen and some- how dressed herself (for certain of her from the house."
 "Gone from the house! And you've not heard of her since?"
 AAC huGI4Cu up CO NTS. SalucE1y anu grasped the wretched little 1ady's wrist. ''This happened last Wednesday night, and since then you've had no news of her-none?"
 "None."
 "And you dare to say it-you dare to say itr' The sorrow in Sylvan's face was strongly mixed with wrath. All this time you never sent for me? All this time!''
 "I'd spoken to the police. It was only about an hour ago that they brought me word that they had not hit upon the least clue, and doubted if they could ever reach one. I wanted to spare you as long as I could, Sylvan -'
 He shot into her speech a laugh thnt was replete with mockery. "Ah," he cried, as he fell rather than sank into the chair he had quilted, you've cer'