Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-05-07

fled as truths that were in large degree pure and perfect expressions of the beautiful power that lay behind it all. !"
 John Earrings face lighted as she spoke. s.Ah, you hit it quicker than Ii,' he laughed. q was sure your woman-wit would distance me"
 ..No, no." she cried; .'it only hap pened to be portion of hobby of mine. Please don't think me so
 "Oh, here you are," cried Mrs. Brayton, cheerily, from the porch. "Come in; breakfast is ready" - CHAPTER xXIv.
 That afternoon they went to drive again, and the face of the world seemed as fresh as the face of a child. Why should they not be gladp The vast sweet ground as far as the eye could see was spread with greenest velvet, the lanes were rivers of light, and everywhere were dimplings in the stream-divided valleys and flickerings on the forest-covered hills.
 They drove long way through the fragrant country, crying out at this and that, talking of a hundred things, springing out here and there to get flowers, with Mrs. Brayton and lady companion older than herself seeming quite ignited by the day and John Ear ling's and Celeste's delight The young girl seemed not able to cover up her heart Its gladness and music were in her voice and face and eyes. John Earling thought she could not possibly be more beautiful, and indeed head cooled by a deal of time might well have felt like warm streak run through it
 But when they turned back the day seemed not so bright, for they met foot-sore young foreigner with a bum dle over his shoulder, and piteous hungry face, limping away toward the west; and afterwards, when nearer the city, on passing factory their car riage was stopped while some men carried an injured workman across the street to his little house, and they heard the distracted wife crying out through her tears and wringing hands, of rent that could not be paid now and doctors bills, her agony over her hus- bands hurt being pricked through by was a hard world, after all! Not alto gether flowery island floating in a sea of dreams! John Earling sprang down with a grave face and hurried in after the men, and Celeste, with tears in her eyes, hearing the wounded mans cries and the woman's wailing, fol- lowed him. In a moment more Mrs Brsyton with her friend were with them in the poor little house, and when an hour later they drove away, the sunshine of good fortune had penetrated to the poor wife's pocket despite tho wings of terror that lowered over her. 4 little time after that they came into one of the splendid suburbs of Cincinnati, with its beauti- ful drives and magnificent houses, and their tongues were loosened.
 "This is beauty, but scarcely truth as Keats saw it." said John Earling to Celeste, with a sweep of the head toward the great dwellings.
 "No," she said, with a quick look, ''palaces are usually built out of novels, that far they are false and not beauti- full"
 ''The truth employedI I suppose be- ing about equivalent to the mortarp" ''Perhaps; look at that strutting pile of grandure" she said, with fine an- ger, ''one-fourth of it would house any family in comfort! Is not every splendid stone, every fine pane, every WIbu1H duo WIluOub btl0 balance of it 8 privation to some oneP a lost opportunity, a buried pleasure, a hunger, thirst, want? Oh, do so wish that the poor and uncomfort- able might only have that which is waste and surplus to the rich, and l which believe were it divided on the heart of God belongs to the poorr' Here was John Earrings thought and topmost wishi He could have knelt and worshipped her.
 "Celeste! Celester' said Mrs. Bray ton, with warning smile.
 ''Tut! why, you little Communistm said the elder lady. ''What would be- come of civilizationP'
 "Ah, Mat is what long fort" said Celeste. Civilization and the death of display and selfishness. What is all this shining surfeit of luxury here with penury and hardship over in the val ley there, but fine brutality, beau tiful barbarisme'
 "Why, what in the world is civiliza- ton if this is not itP" asked the lady, running her eye along the sumptuous houses.
 "I do not think" said the girl, qui- etly, ''that grand grounds, palatial buildings and thousand other mar vels of the time are civilization, but rather the outgrowth of pride, plethora and power. Civilization, it seems to me, is fineness and kindness and hon. esty in human hearts. If the time ever comes when man, out of a fine sense of justice, shall be unwilling to hold more than what he needs, and shall turn the balance back to the sore and thirsty source from which it came, then, it | seems tO ma and mt fill then. shall he
 The young mans eyes glowed as he listened to this slender girl, and saw her clear heart, with that same longing and pity in it that filled his own.
 "Oh, that day will never come" " cried the lady; ''it isn't in the nature of things, is it, MT. EarlingP"
 John Earling's nostrils dilated, but