Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-02-15

ne was genus fl there wasn't all his lovely pictures hung on the line every year to prove 1t. And he had never asked anyone else before We're, for he told me so-"
 And he will never ask me agin," sobbed We're, in a piteous, strangled voice.
 "Well, so he said," said Mrs. Jock re- Gectively-"but then men say a great many things that they don't stick to, you know, dearie. And why not, dear old George as well as any other man, eh2 And you do really like him, Vere?'
 We're, however, had nothing definite to say on this subject, but she cried a great deal and Mrs. Jock gathered that she was just as heart-broken for love of George Lumley as George Lumley was heart t-brolSen for love of her.
 And he had positively vowed that he would never ask her to marry him again!
 Two days later, Mrs. Jock got tele- gram from the city.
 Were, Vere," she cried, breathlessly, "I knew it was all right-I knew my dear old George wouldn't sulk. knew it would be all right in the end"
 ''Is he comingP" We're asked. She had grown very white and her lips were trembling as were her hands.
 Coming. No, poor dear, it will be long enough before he goes anywhere. But Jock went up to town-I was so uneasy, and he wires to say'-and she tried to sm both the bit of huttering paper out, which, as a brisk breeze was blowing, she found very difacult-''see, this is what Jock says: Found George in bed, had bad accident, letter un- opened. Come up to town at once and bring We're with you.' So you see, dear child, it was all right after all."
 We're looked at her with profound dis may. "Where is it all right, I'd like to know?" she cried. "He is lying with broken leg or head or something, too i'll to open your letter-and you call it all right. / don't see how matters could be very much more wrong. And when he does come to himself don't suppose he will be any more forgiving toward me" she ended, with a sob in her throat.
 Mrs. Jock laughed, although it was not a very real sounding laugh, and there was a suspicious brightness about her eyes. Ut won't help matters for you and to stay wrangling here, dear we have to catch the train at six O clock. Jock is sure to meet us with the latest news"
 But he did not do so. On the con- trary, when the train ran into Liverpool street station there was not a sign of Mir. Airlic, and the hearts of the two women sank as they realized the fact.
 "Oh! but there is Blackwood," Mrs. Jock exclaimed suddenly, in g tone of relief. "Blackwood is Georges own man-evidently Jock did not like leav- ing him. Here we are, Blackwood," she called out. ''I suppose you have come to meet us."
 "Yes, ma'am," he replied; ''Mr. Air lie did not like to leave my master"
 And how is he? What was wrong what was the accident?" Mrs. Jock asked, eagerly.
 "A cab accident, ma'am. My master was knocked down in trying to save child from being run over."
 And much hurt?" anxiously.
 Very seriously hurt, ma'am-con- cussion of the brain. MT. Lumley has not known anyone until this after noon."
 "Was Mir. Airlie with him then?"
 "Yes, ma'am-aud I think he was barely conscious when I came away. I have the brougham here, ma'am."
 In few minutes they were com fortably installed in Lumley's cozy brougham, and at last they turned into the pleasant trce-shaded road in which the studio, as Lurnley's house was called, was situated, and in couple of minutes later had turned in at the gate and driven up to the house.
 We're walked in, conscious that the entrance hall was large and softly carpetcd and hung with many pictures and trophies of various kinds. A large jeweled lamp hung overhead, she'd ding a soft light around, and big dog came to meet them. Then Jock Airlie came hurriedly down the stairs
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