Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-12

phony of color there, eh: That is Mrs Trcuchard."
 And who is Mrs Trenchard?"
 He shook his head. She's a widow that's all know. She is in the swim; wonder you haven't met her before. have, half dozen times; but I live up to my principles. of which the first is, Thou shalt not do-anything in this widow line"
 l left him grinning. l could have kicked him without any remorse. From another man l gleaned that TrenChard had been in the Indian political service and had died suddenly. In certain lines men are dolts and women creatures of genius. A woman there. dear old | dOwaGer, told me in five minutes all wanted to know. Her people were all dead. she was lady of birth and breed ing. she had none too much money, she was very popular and very correct, and would I like an introduction? Five min utes later I made my first bow to the divine symphony. She was gloriously generous, gave herself to me for 10 whole minutes and when l withdrew she mur- mured, with q graciousness that seemed regal, Perhaps We shall meet again." | W NAl'A AAlCSAs again anu tiSSd4l' Ch4 acquaintance ripened into friendshipand | finally into very close intimacy. l saw her at least once every week. This went on for three or four years Between me and Rohethon she was forbidden sub ] ject. I knew it would only pain him. l For the same reason never once men, ! toned Robethon's name to her.
 It was December. Robethon and I, as | H., 4ol, IL, l All at once he said. T am married" l Married! God forbidr' l Il have been married a month"
 In that case it would be brutal not to wish you joy"
 | Thank you. I think I have found pearl of great price. am living now in IGrovesnor Gardens. We are having a few friends in tonight-a very few. You will come. won't you? I want you to know my wife"
 With all the pleasure in the world.
 But it is like dream"
 He laughed like man on the right side of the hedge as he said: "Yes, it's
 like a dream-a beautiful dream. Come
 Is early as you can
 I think felt trifle hurt that such a Irevolution in his domestic economy should have occurred without his in
 forming me of it, but was none the less lcurious to see the woman who made so notable a capture. In these days it is the men and not the women who are
 captured. 1 was very punctual. The rest of the folks were of course late
 Robethon met me in the coatroom.
 "Bagot." he said. this is very good of Ayou. I've been thinking I ought to have Itold you sooner, but-TIl tell you how Nit happened and all about it at the Icluh."
 Meanwhile. Robethon, one word.
 Are you happy"
 As a king"
 No secret regrets, chg
 Not the ghost of one She is perfect. Come, you must see her"
 | Arm ill arm we entered the drawing room. She was alone. I saw a vision
 of amber colored silk and futtering lace
 and heard him say, Lucille. this is my
 lear friend. General Bagot."
 TLrH for thr tret tim" saw her face.
 1t Was my- own fair lady of Pall Mall
 What she felt l do not know. "Good l God" broke iuvulUntarily from my lips,
 md had just sense enough to turn 70 ERohethou and tell him in an aside that
 ! sudden and awful twinge of gout had
 seized me. Women, being born in Itrigucrs. are uimble witted by nature
 nd requirement. When our eyes met -ccond time, the lacy was perfectly
 eff possessed and instinct with sympa
 thy over my dreadful guut. } The attack Was soon over. , The dinner. l believe, was good anc the company smart and lively people r My anecdotes went off like champagne 5 corks, and fancy I created for myself { | reputation for billiancy which, hap oily, do not feel it my duty to live III 3 Ito. For myself l do not know what t said, did. ate. drank or thought. wa ill maze. Later in the evening 1 saw ? her alone for five minutes. . By all that's wonderful. Lucille, wha l does it mean:' I asked. 8 Just what you see. I am Mrs. Robe 8 thon," she answered, futtering her fan g "But-he Is my friend. Not for world . would I'---
 g No. it would be awkward" f "Awkward. Listen. Lucille. The cur @ tain being down, there are some play a may never be revived" r She looked at me for some moments
 Then she said: That is true. If 1 ha y thought only of myself, Dick, it wOul p have been I and not you who would hay > been tine first to say. There are som d plays may never be revived" $ Forgive me! 1 know it. But a Not another word. We are alike i n our thoughts of him. We will be loys 5, to him to the end. Still, we are friend. l. Dick, all the same"
 e s. And now my turn has come. Poo Il Robethon has gone, and after all, al a going to marry Lucille. What an cd le world it is.--Chicago Post. d Egyptian Cats Fond of the Water.