Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-05-05

a man, living a straight, honest, sober life, performing well your part of your marriage agreement. Manhood and honor require that much of you"
 "Agnes, 1t is easy for you to say that, but you don't know what it requires"
 ''Yes, I do. know it requires self sacrifice, but that makes heroes. Itre- quires a world of unrequited labor, but the final reward for it's faithful per formance will be all the greater from it's being done through duty and not through the promptings of love and pleasure"
 I paused a long time. There was something else I felt ought to say, but a sense of delicacy made me hesitate. My companion understood my thoughts, I think, for he urged me to speak on; and finally I did so.
 'Win," said, lyon must never come here again while I am here. It is better that our lives lie as far separated as we can make them, and if we never meet again it will be the better for us both. Perhaps in that way you will forget the sentiment you entertain now, and in time learn to love your wife as you should love her. That is your only hope of happiness"
 ''Then shall never be happy he said, sadly.
 ''You think so now, Will, 3 answered, "but time brings changes"
 ''Yes, admit that, Agnes, but it will never change my love for you. Never" !"
 ''Well, we shall see. You do well your part and am not afraid of the re- suit. Remember always that your love for me is hopeless, and that nothing can ever come of it."
 ''Because I was fool and made it so. That is what hurts me, Agnes. If had not married it would be so diff ferent with us now.''
 "No, it would not be different. would not marry you if you were free, because, Will, l do not love you"
 Do not?" he repeated. "Agnes, you are only saying that for effect"
 ''I am saying it because it is true. I do not love you"
 spoke in such a way as to leave no room for doubting my words, and he believed me. He was pained deeply, as I knew he would be, but thought it better for him to know the truth. It would"help him to forget. There was
 
 "Agnes, know now how it is. You love Cornell. Isn't 1t sop
 ''I think a great deal of him." ad- rlitted.
 ''You love him. Don't evade my ques- tion, but answer it fairly"
 q think do," replied. ''I am sure I care more for him than for anyone else"
 "Agnes," he said, after long silence, 'this is bitter. It is the hardest blow of all"
 He arose and started away, but after going short distance he came back.
 "Agncs, does Charles Cornell love you?" he asked.
 'I do not know" answered.
 Did he never say anything to lead you to believe he didP''
 "Yes; once he asked me to become his wife,
 And you refused2"
 :'Yes.''
 If he should ask you again would you refuse?''
 made no reply, but hung my head.
 II see how it is" he continued. s'You have changed your mind. We'll, Cor nell is good man, and you and he are worthy of each other. If cannot be happy myself I would like to see you happy"
 He turned on his heel and left me and returned to the house. A day or so later he and Mary departed, and for long time I saw neither of them, though I thought of them frequently and often wished that they might both be happy in their married existence CHAPTER xxx. MY HUSBAND. About week after Hanley's depart ure, entered the parlor one morning to find a visitor awaiting me. The visi tor was gentleman, and his presence SC affected me that for an instant wa quite overcome with the surprise anC | joy felt in again beholding him. Tn, reader may readily guess that my visi tor was Charles Cornell. It is useless to detail what passed be tween him and me on the occasion O that visit, ind the score of others tha followed it. It is enough to say tha his visits were at short intervals, ant that he and had plenty on each occa sion to engross our attention, and tha however long his visit it was far toC short for our satisfaction.
 For three months lived in an costa cy of bliss, which only true lovers l1nov about. was either enjoying tn pleasure of his presence, or the joy O anticipation as looked forward iron one visit to the next. How short, hoy l bright and how ethereal those thre, months were! It seemed that the day were scarcely more than hours, and tn weeks came and went like dreams.
 There was no longer any doub in my mind as to whom loved That matter was clearly settle when Charles Cornell made his frs visit, though the more saw c him the more deep and broad my lov became. The love had for him was c that steady, secure growth which ez bands day by day, rearing itself on foundation of true esteem and honol It had nothing of the romantic passio which characterizes one's first love, an I