Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-02-05

east. 90 ne started or Co catch the slx o'clock train at Morgan,s Mills."
 Mother Buggs was busy washing the breakfast dishes and didn't notice the look of unspeakable surprise and pain which swept over her daughters face as she heard this news and looked at the sealed letter
 Rebecca knew she could not trust her self to break the seal and read the mes- sage in her mothers presence. So with foreboding heart she went out into the yard and sought seat on the big block under the beach tree. There, with a rapid- ly beating pulse, she torn open the letter and read:
 DEAREST REBECCA-I have gone away with out the courage to say goodby with my lips and you will probably never see John Buck again. After our parting last night could new day to dawn kept asking my conscience whether had done wise and honorable act in asking you to become the wife of a poor farmer; you, the educated, refined girl, so fit- ted to adorn the home of a wealthy man of so- ciety. To the question my heart whispered yes, but my head kept saying, mol no! And then and there decided to not take an unfair advantage of one whose lonely life in strange, remote place may have made her irresponsible for what she has done and which she may sooner or later, bitterly regret. I am, there fore, going away, and will not see you for a year-perhaps never. You will visit your friends, the Van Wyckes, in New York this winter, and will spend the season in the, whirl Of metropolitan society, where you are sure to reign Q queen. You told me, soon after your arrival at Morgan's Mills, of this expected pleasure. know how much you will enjoy it. I also realize how little of that life it will take to make you despise yourself for promising your hand and heart to a rough farmer.
 It is, therefore, my duty to free you from any nTnio and of honor might hold you. Blot me from your life while you are in the midst of your triumphs in New York. If some worthy gen. tleman lays his fortune, his name and his position at your feet, do not let even memory of John Buck stand in the way of your accept ance; but should, perchance, no such good fortune befaJl you, and should you ever be so unfortunate as to return to your fathers farm will hear of it. Then, perhaps, I might be so unreasonable as to come back to you and once more ask for the happiness now resign for your dear sake. But in the life that lays be- fore you do not forget that no man on earth will ever love you with a more devoted undy- ing, unselfish love than JOHN BUCK.
 She read it carefully, slowly, and when it was finished the paper dropped into her lap and her hot tears fell upon it. She did not kiss the name. I know she should have done that, as all heroines do, but as 0 truthful historian I am OOOAO LO Say Su0 OIO uOGU1L& O1 CQ6 k1uO. Her sobbing words indeed indicated that there were weightier subjects in her mind than the love of John Buck.
 'Oh. what mistakel have not talked to him of that visit since last July. He does not know that Bettie Van Wycke never answered letter that wrote her: that have been cast off by her and her proud family; that I am hopelessly buried in this God forsaken country; that haven't dollar to take me on journey to the borders of the state. let alone to New York And here must wait year for him to come back shall die; know l shallI OhI he was the only hope had in this wilderness And now he has gone and left me. Would to heaven had never seen himv
 An: the weary desolation of that young life during the next fortnight! No pen can describe it. She began to droop. and her prediction that she would surely die in despair seemed likely to be fulfilled. But it was the dark hour be- fore the dawn.
 About the middle of November, when the dreary winter was beginning to set in, buggy from Morgan's Mills livery stable drove up to the farmhouse one day, young lady leaped out, ran up the path and Rebecca found herself smother ed in the ecstatic embrace of her ex- roommate and school chum, Miss Bettie Van Wvcke.