Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-04-05

sO1cks anu the gold ana crystal of pne vases. On the steps of the altar was 8 great basket of roses, and through 6 memorial window streamed the sunlight, casting on the tessellated pavement a royal wealth of color, blue and gold and crimson; against the dark walls marble tablets gleamed whitely. Near one of them, 8 tiny shield, man stood with his head bent and his shoulder resting against a carved oak column-Nesbit Thorne, and the tablet bore the inscrip- tion, "Allen Thorne, obiit Jan. 14th, 1S-, atat years"
 Pocahontas drew back, her breath coming in short gasps; the movement of the music quickened, grew stronger, fercer, with a crash of chords. Thorne did not move; his head was bent, his profile toward her; about his pose, his whole form, was & look of desolation. His face was stern, its outlines sharp, it's expression that of 8 man who had had hard measure meted out to him, and who knew it, and mutinied against the decree. He did not see her, he was not conscious of her presence, and the knowledge that it was so sent a pang through her heart. A wave of pity swept over her; an impulse struggled into life to go to him, to take his hand in hers, to press close to his side, to fill the void of his future with her love. What held her back? Was it pride? Why could not she go to him? His un- consciousness of her presence held her aloof-made her afraid with a strange, new fear.
 ,,aoraA Ivy. the music had sunk to a minor cadence which seemed to beat the measure of their advance. The eyes of the woman were filled with a strange expectancy. Into the waiting place, framed by the central arch, came the figure of 8 man strongly built, of noble air, of familiar presence. Eyes brave and true and faithful met hers gravely, hand was outstretched toward her.
 Pocahontas shivered, and her heart beat with heavy, muffled strokes. The counter influences of her life were draw ing to the death struggle. Thorne turned; his eyes were upon her; he advanced slowly.
 Jim came straight to where she stood and took her hands in his; his face was pale and drawn, as the face of 8 man who has passed through the white heat of suffering. His hands were cold, and trembled little as they closed on hers; he tried to speak, but his lips were dry and his voice inaudible.
 Sweetheart" he said at length, using the tender old word unconsciously and speaking brokenly, "I asked you once to let the thought of me come, sometimes, when life should be hard upon you; to let the influence of my love stir some times in your memory. That would be wrong now-worse; 1t would be selfish | and unmanly. A man has no right to cast his shadow on a woman's life when it has passed into the keeping of another man. His voice grew husky, his lips quivered, but he went bravely on. "l know your story-Berkeley has told me the young lady has spoken-I take back the request. I'd rather all thought of me should be banished from you in this world and in the next than that it should make breach, even in the out works of your life, to let in trouble tc you"
 He paused abruptly; through the strong frame ran a shudder like the re- coil from pain, but the mans will was | hrm, hls purpose steadfast. All or her life he had cared for her, been tender with her; shielding her from trouble ol grief or blame, as far as in him lay, and though his heart should break he would not fail her now Slowly he spoke again.
 "Child," he said gently, eff I've evel said word that hurts you, forget it. put i it from you. did not understand then I do now-and I'd give my right hand to recall it. What you do has always been right in my eyes-must always bt right. can never"- His voice failed him; something rose in his throat and choked utterance; he bent his head unti his lips touched the hands he held, anC then turned quietly away.
 Pocahontas did not move; she scarcely breathed. The spell of Jim's magma nimity held her, made her realize at las the grandeur, the immensity of love Her soul was awed. Thought followed thought through her brain; love in it sublimity was barred to her gaze; self fel away-burned as dross in the fire of sui fering; to guide herself was not enough she must aid and comfort others.