Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-04-10

I RlaO OI 4C1 AucS <AOCktS, does he look like me or like you?"
 Like you, Frank" she answered. At least I-I think so. IT am not quite sure." er
 ''Why didn't you bring him with you?" queried Frank. ''I do so wish that you had brought him! Still, I'll sec him soon, shan't l? He must be old real old, by this timer"
 "Yes, Frank" t
 "He can walk, can he notP'
 "Yes"
 reIl. AdeIa gave a wild shriek, rushing forward. People hurried from the bar room. They gathered about her while she crouched with her husbands bleed ing head in her lap. ,.
 Frank fingered between life and death for several weeks. They strove to keep Adela from his bedside, but without effect. She insisted upon nurs- ing him. Rothsay was arrested, and only permitted to leave prison when 1t was decided that Frank would undoubt- edly recover. He had been i'll a month when Adela's child was born. At first his immediate recovery had been thought certain; but afterward 1t was found that Rothsay's malevolent bullet had plowed deeper than the physicians had supposed. Frank became the vic tim of a cerebral trouble that threat ened his reason and prostrated him for many weary months. Poor Adela was too sick herself to know the exact time at which his Wan-street friends bore him from the cottage in D. and placed him under the care of specialists.
 For many months Frank fingered at the sanitarinm whither he had been brought. Adela suffered tortures of suspense and yearning, but it was not deemed admissible for her to meet him. His malady was of that peculiar and delicate kind which the least emotional furry would have increased, and per haps with results promptly fatal. At last, however, his recovery became a matter of complete certainty. The sen sitive organism of the brain had finally yielded to medical and surgical treat ment. Frank felt like one who was awakened from long, drowsy dream. He had never been really insane; kind of stupor had yelled actualities for him, and through the dispar ting mist of this prepossession his new interest and joy in life burned out with ardent intensity.
 To see Adela again was a delicious experience. They met at the sanita- rum, just before his sanctioned depar- ture. Adela could scarcely speak for her tears. But she found voice enough to answer 0 few of Franks questions.
 ''Our child Is how then " he said
 'How sadly you seem to speak of him, Adela! I hope he's well. You don't mean that he's feeble or sickly, do you?"
 "No." And then Adela burst into a passionate flood of tears, clasping her husbands neck with both arms and be- wildering Frank by what appeared to him the most causeless emotion.
 It was a lovely spring day when Frank came home to the cottage at D.. For some time he and Adela talked together in the old familiar sit ting-room downstairs. Then suddenly Frank remembered the child.
 "Adela!" he exclaimed, 'in my hap piness nt being near you again I've for gotten him."
 "Hiu,, Frank?'
 "Yes-little Frank-our son. Where is he? Can't see him? I want to see him so much."
 Adela slowly rose from her husbands oASAOs AOSSB OOOp "AO oO<bA So SSS her wonderingly, because she had grown of a sudden so unaccountah1y pale.
 Margaret, the nurse, is-is with lit tie Frank now," stammered Adela. CT will find her and-and tell her toto bring him here"
 As his wife left the room, Frank asked himself what her agitation could III T.. ! T main away long. On her return he saw that she was trembling and that her eyes glittered with unshed tears.
 "Adelar' he exclaimed, and caught her in his arms. You're suffering, my dear, and I think I can guess why"
 She let her head droop against his breast. ''No, Frank, no. I'm sure you cannot guess"
 ''Our little one, Adela -" She lifted her head and stared into his eager eyes
 "Yes-well-whato of him?-what o1 little Frank?"
 'He is deformed-or blind, perhaps" :"
 "Not blind," she said, biting her lips. "Not blind-no."
 "Deformed. then?"
 As those words were spoken, a step sounded in one of the doorways. Frank and Adela both turned. It was the nurse, Margaret, with her charge. Adela at once dismissed her, taking little Franks hand and leading him toward his father.
 My GodY faltered Frank, sinking into a chair and gazing at the child with mortified eyes. 'That-that stag gering walk-Adela, what does it mean?"
 Tho child in his movements of body, limbs and head, suggested an almost imbecile state of drunkenness. His face was not misshapen, but it's expres- sion seemed completely bereft of intel ligence. The affection was nervous one, and had already provoked the won- der of several medical men. Her night of vigil there on the hotel grounds had dealt to Adela so frightful a shock that its results had manifested themselves thus grotesquely and piteously when her child was born.
 ''Oh, I have suffered so!' she sobbed, kneelinp at her husbands feet. 'Oh,