Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-01-20

poor, he could have accepted her as
daughter-in-law. He resolved to wait
a day or two, and in the meantime
form some excuse for sending his son
sway. The next day Helen seemed as
obedient and humble as ever. She
never assumed any other part than that
of servant, yet her eyes could flash
with spirit.
When Mr.. Stuart came suddenly into
the kitchen and saw Warren talking to
her, as she kneaded the dough, her
sleeves rolled above her dimpled elbows,
he knew that he must act soon. Helen
blushed and looked affrighted at his
entrance, while Warren was not little
confused. He said nothing, but kept a
close observance of both. The next
day he noticed Warren again talking in
an under tone to the girl. Her manner
was ever defferential, but she seemed
annoyed with his attentions.
Something must be done," said the
farmer. Then he remembered a small
farm he had purchased a few years
before in Cook County, Ill. He
would send his son to his real-estate
agent in the city of Chicago to procure
an abstract to the land. Mr.. Stuart
wrote to his agent telling him to not
hurry about the abstract and detain his
son at least month in the city.
"Why, father why is it necessary
for me to go there, if you only want an
abstract P" asked the astonished War
rem, when told that he was to take the
train the next day for Chicago.
81 will send you power-of-attorney
to sell the place"
81 did not know you wanted to sell
the Cook County land"
"Yes, do" said the father, lower
ing his brow in spite of himself. He
knew he was asking twice the value of
the land, and that there was but very
little prospect of its ever being sold at
his figures.
Warren, who had noticed his father 5
lowering glances from day to day, and
the GOODNESS with which he treated
Helen, suspected the real object of the
Chicago trip. He was too good a son
to disobey his father, but he determined
to see Helen before he left and have
the future settled.
"Helen," said he, as he came to
where she was sewing, her brother at
her side, on the old porch, II am going
away tomorrow"
She looked up ut him and. in spite of
herself, her great eyes filled with tears.
II am going to Chicago to be gone
some time. Now, before I 60, want
to know whether you love me, and are
willing to accept me for better or fol-
worseP"
"Oh, Mr.. Stuart, don't" sobbcd
Helen, while her little brother fixed his
! great eyes on her. Don't talk to me
! that way. 1t must be wicked for me
to listen to you; think who am"
~ know who you are, Helen, and
, love you. Answer me one question
Were our fortunes equal would yor
accept me ?'
al would-but there is barrier
between us, Mr.. Stuart; you must moi
talk to me that way" and she sprang
/ to her feet and ran into the house.
The next morning, rs Warren was
getting in the wagon, he noticed Heller
milking the cows. He let his valisC
drop into the wagon, and ran into the
COW lot.
Helen" said he. in whisper, :"
know why 1 am sent away. and so dc
you; but l will come back and mak'
you my wife, if 1 live
He clasped her Il moment in his arms
pressed kiss on her ruby lips and wa
gone.
Mr.. Stuart, who had watched his sol
from the window, said, as the Wagon
containing Warren ratified away to TIL
Newton railway station: That's tn
last they will ever see of each other.