Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-04-02

talked nrtIe m the days tney spent uo- gether. walking or sitting on the warm, dry sand of the coast, and of himself not at all. His pain was prisoner and his breast it's Bastile.
 But Norma learned 1t all the same, and learned, too, that never while that stormy heart beat in a living breast would it beat for her. She faced the con- clusion squarely, accepted it and took her resolution. Norma was proud wo- man, and she never hinched; the world should know nothing of her pain, should never guess that her life held aught of appointment.
 A letter from Blanche to Berkeley, written within the following month, contained the result of Norma's resolu- tion.
 "You will be surprised" Blanche wrote, ''to hear of Norma's sudden mar riage to Hugh Castleton, which took place three days ago, at the house of the American minister here in Paris. We were amazed-at least mamma and were-when Hugh joined us here, and, after long interview with Norma, in- formed us that he had cabled father for consent and that the ceremony was to take place almost immediately. Hugh, as perhaps you know, is a brother of Mrs. Vincent, Norma's intimate friend, and he has been in love with Norma time out of mind. I do not like the marriage, and feel troubled and sick at heart about it. It has been so hastily arranged, and Norma isn't one bit in love with her husband and don't pretend to be. Hugh is patient and devoted to her, which is my strongest hope for their happiness in the future. It seems to me so unnatural to make loveless mar riage. I can't understand a woman's doing it.
 ''Nesbit is going to Palestine and the east. He is miserably changed; his hair is beginning to streak with gray at the temples already, and the lines about his mouth are getting hard. It makes me miserable to think about his life and his future. can't help feeling that he has had hard measure meted out to him all around. It is cr1el to touch happiness but never grasp it.< know what you all think about the affair, Berkeley, but I'm so wrought up about poor Nesbit, must and will speak He ought not to be made to suffer so; it would be far kinder to take pistol and kill him at once. You don't think about him at all-and you should. know that I'm just a silly little thing and that my opinions don't amount to much, but I must say that think you are wrong about this matter. A human soul is worth more than scruple, be the scruple ever so noble, and believe the Heavenly Father thinks so too.
 of you who are strong and large minded will put prejudice aside and think the matter out fairly you will be obliged to see that Pocahontas is doing wrong. She is killing herself and she is killing him, and you ought not to let her do it. You know your influence over her-I believe it is you and your mother lowering herself in your estimation or something of that sort that holds her back. Don't do it any longer, Berkeley. Be generous and noble and large hearted, as God means us all to be toward each other. It is awful to be so hard. Excess of righteousness must be sinful-almost as sinful as lack of righteousness. There, I've said it all and shocked you, but l can't help that. Nesbit's face haunts me so that I can't rid myself of it, sleeping or waking. am all the time p1ctur1ng terrible possibilities. Think of all that Nesbit has had to endure.
 "Think of how that selfish woman wrecked his past, and ask yourself if there is any justice-not mercy-bare justice, in letting her wreck his future, now that the child's death has severed the last link that bound them together. Has anything been spared Nesbit? Has not his heart been wrung again and again? Put yourself in his place, Berke- ley, and acknowledge that after so much tempest he iSentitled to some sunshine. How can Pocahontas stand it? Could l, if it were you? Could endure to see you suffer? Do you think that if you were in Nesbit's place would not come to you and put my arms around you, and draw your head to my bosom and whis- per, Dear love, if to all this bitterness can bring one single drop of sweet. take it freely. fully from my lips and from my lover"