Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-04-26

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 MISS OWENS, WHAT IS THE ArATTER?'' Cnau 10 nave nlm know my secret would be greater humiliation than could bear.
 When Charles Cornell left, retired immediately to my room. The artificial barrier had erected to hedge in my grief was fast crumbling to pieces. and knew that in another moment 1t would go down with crash, and the surging waves would sweep up and pour over me. I knew could not restrain my tears much longer, and when the tor rent burst wished to be alone.
 entered my room, and, turning the lock, threw myself down on the bed and let my grief have full sway. And. oh, what hot, bitter tears I shedl How poignant and cruel were the pains that tore my heart, lacerating it to the cen- ter, and draining it of hope, joy, and life. had received the cruelest blow of my life, and suffered such bangs as had never experienced before. Tho beatings had received at my fathers hands were light in comparison; and even the dreadful suffering passed through when my stepmother held my face in the flames was nothing to tho agony that tortured we now.
 Reader, I loved Will Hanley with all the power and the ardor of my soul I had loved him above all of mankind from the day first knew him, but now l loved him thousandfold more than I ever had before or during his absence. had seen him again and my love had rushed forth to meet him. The sight of his face, the look into his eyes, tho 1 sound of his voice had enthralled my
 being, and bound my heart in the strongest bonds of slavery. loved Wnl Hanley madly.
 felt should never recover from such | grief as had fallen to me. felt that to love as did and not be loved in return would be sufficient sorrow to blast my | life, and yet how much harder to bear
 was the knowledge that Will Hanley did not even so much as cherish me as
 friend. How much heavier my disap-
 pointment because knew he turned
 from me coldly, giving me no sign of
 recognition. Perhaps my disappoint- ment might have been less heavy had his conduct not been so foreign to his ] nature as I had known him. In him
 had expected only gentle sympathy and
 kindness, and had never dreamed that he could turn from me so unfeelingly as he had.
 l As 1 lay in my room that afternoon | weeping my very heart out, recalled | all the little incidents of my life with
 which Will Hanley was connected. \ remembered how he used to praise my
 hair and my features, and how, 8 hun.
 dred times, he soothed my sorrows and ! cki11o1 a1hSnrp ovskv vrys@1, SNN
 sympathy. I recalled, too, the time
 when he came into my room and looked
 into my scared and blistered face, and
 I remembered well how his eyes spoke
 a deeper pity than words could express.
 I recalled every gentle word, every ten
 der look, every generous act had
 known from him; and I entrusted it
 all with the present, and in my anguish
 of soul cried out:
 "How can it be? An, how can it,
 how can it be? How can he have
 changed SO much? How can he have
 forgotten all of those old days, and
 dropped me out of his heart SO com l pletely?"
 My sad thoughts were interrupted by knocking at the door. It was Mrs. Bond who sought admission, I was sure. and did not want her presence then, so l made no answer. She could not soothe nor advise me, and l was too : sore to be probed with prying ques- !! tions. 1 wanted her to go away and leave me alone. I wished for no one then 1 but Mrs. Cornell. To her would have 3 opened quickly and eagerly, and, pillow g ing my head on her bosom, I would d have poured out all my grief, and found ? comfort and solace in her words an6 } caresses. I wanted mothers love anC Q sympathy, and in all the wide world
 there was no one to whom I could look l for it save Mrs. Cornell.
 Mrs. Bond continued to rap on my '' door for sometime, but eliciting no re
 ply, at last called my name. I did mol s answer, and she called again. She continued to call, pitching her voice U higher each time, and finally saw tha g unless admitted her she would have
 all the occupants of the house aroused U and a scene would be the outcome, SC Q made an effort to check my tears anC
 calm myself and then went to the door F. My landlady scrutinized me searchingl. y for almost minute, after which sht B. exclaimed:
 e Well, the land sake, girl, whateve
 on earth is the matter of you? Wha st has happened to you, Iwant to know? Il Nothing" I answered. 'T am no
 we'll, and I want to be alone" 'e As spoke endeavored to close tn r. door, but Mrs. Bond edged herself il 10 and prevented me.
 ?: "Nothin'' she repeated, shrilly "a Well, it may be nothin', but my opin IL ion is it's 8 mighty serious nothin 70 Why" she cried suddenly, you've bee lr crying. On my life, you have. Now know something is the matter beside IS not being well, and want to knoN
 what it is."
 Ut is nothing that could be of an 6o interest to you, Mrs. Bond" Ireplied
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