Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-01-02
CHAPTER TX

GREAT FEELINGS HATH SHE OF HER OWN"
 Uncle Wake was alone in the house when Olive came in; his wife had gone to see their married daughter, and had left him, surrounded with books, at the open window of the sitting-room up stairs. He had not thought that Olive would return till evening. s When he opened the door and saw her standing outside alone, he knew that the time he was looking for was nigh at hand. It was time that he dreaded, for there was no torture on earth that Samuel Wake would not have endured to save woman from pain. But who does not know those dark places where we must leave our beloved ones to walk alone? It is their feet, not ours, that must tread the thorny path; we can but wait till the trial is ended, before we come with our palms of healing. And the old man, wise with the knowledge of one who has studied humanity, was waiting pa tiently for the hour when his help would be needed.
 "So you have come back to cheer the old uncle in his solitude" he said, as she entered. My wife has gone to spend the evening with poor Jessie."
 She tried to speak, but her lips trembled, and the words IVould not come.
 ''You are tired, my child," he added, with a tenderness that set her tears flowing. "Go and lie down on the old sofa in the parlor upstairs; it is good resting place, as have reason to know. No need to talk to the old unclel He understands silence, and it comforts him to look at you, even if he does not hear your voice."
 Already soothed, although she could not hide her tears, Olive went straight to her own little room, and laid aside the pretty bonnet that she had trimmed with such natural pleasure. What had she to do with ''the outward adorning'' any more? A sore heart has little thought for the body that contains it. Poor Olive tossed the bonnet on the bed, and glanced with disgust at the bunch of scarlet peoples and wheat ears that she had arranged with skill ful fingers. Michael had not given them one look, and they had been worn for his eyes alone.
 It was no small consolation to feel that she need not wear a mask before Uncle Wake. He had seen that she was crying, and she knew that he would not question her. She went softly down to the large parlor, and made her way to the old chintz-covered sofa that was pushed into a shady cor ner out of the light, and then, worn out with her sorrow, she closed her eyes and lay still.
 Large men, like Samuel Wake, often , tread lightly, and his niece did not hear his approach till he came to her side, speaking in the deep, kindly voice that always conveyed ideas of help and strength.
 ''Come, Olive," he said, "I am as good a tea-maker as you can find anywhere. Drink this and eat some of my toast. Young people always forget food when they go out and take their pleasure"
 To please him the weary brown head lifted itself from its resting-place; Olive ate and drank, and was surprised to find herself really better for the tea. He went back to his books, and she sank again on the sofa cushions, but presently her voice called him to her side once more.
 Uncle, do you mind sitting nearer to me? am so very, very lonely.' The poor voice quavered sadly. Sam uel Wake rose from his seat and drew a chair close to the couch
 What is it, my child?" he asked, lay ing his hand on her hair. "A lovers quarrel?"
 "Yes," she whispered. "The first we have ever had"
 "Well, well, we all know that lovers never part after first quarrel" he said, in a quiet matter-of-fact tone that calmed her nerves. "What was it all about, little one, if an old man may ask?"
 ''1t arose out of 8 very simple speech of mine which seemed to annoy Michael" answered Olive, her cheeks
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