Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-08-23

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 Mrs. Beverley herself was very favor ably impressed when, the following evening, Ned Anthony brought his friend to call, little proud of him and vain of the intimacy, and anxious to show her that he had friends of his own making who could bear comparison with any in the land for birth and breeding. He sat very complacently and listened to their conversation, putting in word or so now and then, for he was no great talker, and needed to be specially reused and drawn out. He wanted these two to like each other, and he seemed in a fair way of having his wish gratifed. for Stewart and Mrs. Beverley had many things in common.
 Dams sunniness of temperament and vivacity, which was free and yet sug- gested reserves of gracious repose, were captivating to the woman who had had so much of moods and storms and sense less domestic upheavals. He was charm ing and sympathetic, and did not ex- haust her by demands and exactions that kept her at high pressure. There was no necessity of partisanship, even in her own mind, or of self reproach or self arraignment in regard to him. She could like him without reservation, and enjoy his society absolutely, restfully, knowing that he would never grate on her in any way, or jar or make 8 dis cord. He understood at once a sugges- tion, word, almost a thought, and was instantly responsive.
 What impression she made on Stewart shall be given in his own words to his friend as they took their way home to- gether in the moonlight after the first visit.
 What do you think of her?" Anthony asked, lowering his lids and speaking calmly.
 ''That she's altogether the most charm ing woman have met for many years" replied Dan heartily. "She's intelli- gent, cultivated, sympathetic and has the loveliest manners have ever seen. If she is fair sample of an F. F. V.. and not noble exception, I dof my hat and say, God gfant that the race never becomes extinct. Ned, is she little Marry thought you said Mrs. Bever- ley."
 A shade crossed Anthony's face, for he regretted the old dream still. "Lit- tie Mary lies there," he said, pointing toward the dark cedars standing clear and black against the moonlit sky. "You heard me right. That is Electors widow"
 Dan laid his hand quickly on his friends broad shoulder Such demon strations were habitual with him, and never seemed effusive or womanish. He was sorry for the sad ending of sweet, romantic dream, grieved for the pain Anthony must have felt in its dissolu- tion, yet even now in his heart there was satisfaction in the knowledge that the lady from whom they had just part ed was in no way connected with that dream, and was simply Electors widow"
 He threw himself into the project of the new house with enthusiasm, critic ally examined the site proposed, took in all it's capabilities and even its possi- bilities and set himself to work at once on plans and estimates.
 He saw good deal of Mrs. Beverley and fell quite naturally into Anthony's way of frequenting her house. They would take their plans over in the even ings and spread them out on her parlor table and discuss them and argue over them, for Anthony had good many mo- tions which he was disposed to set up in opposition to his friends views. When differences of opinion arose both men would appeal to her and Mary, unless the case involved fragrant breach of taste, always decided in Anthony's fa- vor because she liked him the less and wished to balance matters.