Connecticut western news., 1893-11-23

der the tall pole with the electric light at the time, so he knew her eyes must see him. He raised his hat again with sweep and passed tremblingly on his way.
 He must go slowly. No rude break that would shatter the dainty wool of her maiden fancy. Just enough of bold ness to show how his heart stood, and Incompetence and victory.
 All the next day Charlie spent in a chateau en Espagne which love had builded. He sat and dreamed and moved about and dreamed and drank and dreamed. He had rather reserved and patronizing air with the men at the club. He drank three times as much as he should have drunk the next night. Would she be there again? Would she? Would she? If so, away with doubt. He would boldly pause and gaze up at his fair snowy one. His eyes should gleam with love's light, and she should read the phosphorescent message true. Then she might show him something more definite in return than that timid, coy movement of her rounded arm.
 Oh, if he could kiss that fair round arm; just press his lips once on its satin skinl He could hardly make his way up the avenue. He was so full of happy an ticipation and champagne that he could hardly see. He stopped in front of the wrong house, in fact, and it was only after ap aching disappointment at seeing nothing in the window that he discov- cred he had square to go. Cor,1 of Erocf Gha uvoc fbarat Houu we'll that pose suited her maidenly med itative communion with the night. He tilted against the railing and waited an ardent kiss that seemed to scorch his finger tips. But good heavens! What was this? It almost took his breath awayl The window nearest the stoop was open about footl Then it broke on him. It was an invitation. She had raised that window. The inter pretation was left to him. How dar- ing it would be to enter therel But he felt daring. What man worthy such 8 woman would hesitate? He could easily climb from the stoop to the win dow sill and enter. He would. There was not soul about.
 He reeled up the brownstone steps and reached the sill.
 My adored oney' he cried thickly, q am herer'
 No answer. But he was now at fever heat. The blood of Romeo was whirling in his veins. He scrambled into the room. The soft carpet made no noise. An, there she stood, coy, shrinking, but adorably digni6ed. Her face was averted, but her pure white arm was slightly extended toward him-motion- less. He would awaken her with that caress if it cost his life. It seemed to him as if he swan rather than walked toward that lovely extended arm. With mufned cry he grasped it and pressed his lips passionately to its smooth skin. The icy coldness and her insensi- bility sent strange shock through him. His brain reeled, and he instinctively clutched the cold arm as he felt himself go.
 There was 8 laundering crash which seemed to echo wildly through the house, and to his horror he saw her break to pieces on the floor. He felt himself pinned by his leg and struggled in vain to get free. He heard steps hurrying toward the room. LlgnCS uaSneO Tn Lne | hall, and in few moments he saw but | Ter trembling at the door and big man in pajamas with a pistol in his hand. who approached him savagely. | s'Don't shootr' he cried. "It's little mistake. I'm no thief. I'll make it all right"
 The man and the butler helped him out from the debris, and as he rose and looked sheepishly at the fragments of the broken Clytie he said ruefully:
 ''Pve got my checkbook here. How much did it cost?'
 "Why, $5,000," said the gentleman. "Only you've got to explain how you came into my house at night and broke that statue. even if you do pay for it.
 What were you afterY'
 And Charlie explained in confidence
 He is bachelor to this day, with the ardent fires of his heart put out. He is
 badly put out himself and has not yet
 returned from his trip around the world
 He has passed the stone age in passion:
 calendar.-Town Topics.