Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-06-09

bear her own bitterness and regret, but
to see Arthur grow careless in dress, to
hear him talk and laugh loudly, to be
told of his frantic attentions to some of
the leaders of the fast set, all these
made her heart ache. And the season
came to its end with glitter of fire.
works, and the crowds parted, each
family to its own home. The Harcourts
came to California the following winter
and the little play was never finished.
All this, and more, went to make up
the story. She touched 1t here aud
there with her artist fingers, and the
pathetic little tale WIS written In words
which went to the hoart. At the end
she stopped, pen in hand, and listened
to the chatter of the gay-breasted
blackbird which was perched on n pep
per tree near.
This was life; not those fevcrish, faE-
off days, but this quiet growth and I'm
folding of her true nature. a Widening
of the sympathics, o deepcr insight, an
humber estimate of her powers and a
greater possibility of enjoyment.
1t was morning in hotel Office in
San Diego. The stout clerk was bend
ing laboriously over the register, put
ting in fancy heading at the top Of q
new page. The black porter and his
aids were hurrying about, gathering up
Valises, wraps. kodaks and umbrellas,
and trying to get off those unfortunates
who wero to leave on the early train.
The few business mon who boarded in
tho house came out from tho breakfast
room with q mild air of Importance, as
BELTS tho we'll when surrounded by the
sick. One by one the invalids, in all
stages of lung and throat trouble, made
their way across the great sun vcranda.
Most of them were attended by mcm-
Der of the family, but a solitary man
occasionally stallled or sauntered on his
way toward breakfast. Two men, who
happened to be sitting near each other,
aid down their pa >ers at the same mo-
nent, and the elder remarked:
cts u fine day"
Eyes, very nice weather." assented
The other.
"Beon hero long?"
Nearly two mouths"
Don't get tired of FTP"
Eyes, little, sometimes"
Board as good as this most of the
.ime?"
II think So"
"S'poss you're hero for your health?''
Yes. my lungs are weak Excuse
nc, svc the mail is in and the tall,
bearded man walked slowly toward the
Ica!i.
''lIcrc's your mail, Mr.. Lindlcy," said
!he clerk, handing him several letters,
paper and a magazine. He retreated
TO quiet corner in the Office, glanced
quickly through his letters, read the
paper and took up the magazine. He
became absorbed, he looked around for
L moment to assure himself that he was
not dreaming, and he read on again
Was he losing his senses? Surely, he
knew that seaside resort, those tiny
cottages and-whct would come next?
His own words, his foolish, pig-headed
DbStinncyi And how she, that proud
title creature, understood it all. Could
she ever forgive him? Was it too much
to expect, too mach to hope for? lie
laid it down with long sigh and gave
himself up to the memories of those
sweet and better days. What schooner
Shat Al Hearst was! He was ashamed
20 confess how easily he became Il prey
TO the willy fellow--that is, he was
ashamed u dozen years ago, but not
now. Where could Ethel IIarcourt be?
We're they not III the state, the whole
'nmiiy? Would she forgive him if he
Uund her? lie would write to Fothcr-
| gill and get the address of the author
| If ''In summer Days" What a waste
If time in the years since they met!
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