Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-10-29
in a Ilastv intervieM.

in nasty interview.
 "Come along, Parker, she called.
 Its all very well to say come along, muttered Parker discontentedly, "but this is rum sort of game, and don't 'alf cotton to it. '
 We've got 20 minutes. Tell the man to drive carefully, but to drive very fast.''
 The mos. galling thing about the whole deplorable affair was the certain ty that her mother would meet her at the station with an I-told- -you-su- my poor-lamb expression. Still there was no one else to whom she could go, and at any rate she could always control mamma. She always had done so.
 Charing Cross.
 ''The mail, hdy:" said the porter civilly. ''The mail goes at ite fifteen. It's later'n it use to be-
 Parker, will you get some papers: Get one or two for yourself, you know. D
 Parker, still rather inclined to be cross, went to the bookstall. It half re- stored the excellent maid to complacent submission to what she termed all this ramping about to find the new number of The Lady's Own Chatterbox" on sale. It was her own particular fayorite journal.
 .'We'n get ill now, Parker" said Mrs. Warehouse. There's 20 minutes to wait, but we may as well take our seats. Seconds, please, porter.
 They found comfortable corner seats. For awhile they watched t!,c stout, per spiring ladies and the slim daughters and the pet dogs. The usually demure Parker sniggCrCd so much when she saw two Frcnchmcn kiss each other that she dropped The Lady's Own Chatttrbox. Mrs. Waterhouse took it up and held it in her hand.
 II must read, she whispered to her, self. II must do something to keep l don't divert my thoughts. ''
 The ''Lady's Own ChattorboN" lay on her lap. She put one small foo! against the seat opposite and leaned for ward to get the steady glare of the cleo tric light on the page.
 Amy more going on:" cried the in spector on the platform progressively.
 We commence this week a story by q new writer, Walter House, entitled 'Alicia's Only Love It will be re- plete with romantic interest, and, ill short, q wonderful picture of high class life of the present day, with all its faults and foibles.'
 ''Now, then" cried the inspector CT the platform ill an aggrieved tone to q belated passenger. ''are you going or there, or are you not going on?''
 Mrs. Warehouse began to read. Chapter was headed, The Countess. ''
 Alicia was half leaning, half re, clining on an ottoman reading n deli. cately scented letter from Sir Harold dc Beer. It opened thus: II want you, my dearest, to believe that am quite true to you. l am bound by certain tics tc others, but to you. my sweetheart, my own darling Alicia''-
 ''Parker!' screamed Mrs. Water house, with a g4sp of delight. Come out quickly"
 Right away. '" shouted the inspect or. stand away there, please. ''
 Here, stop" cried Mrs. Waterhousc.
 She caught up her skirts and jumped nimbly out. An active porter seized hel bags, and as the train was moving caught the descending Parker neatly and swung her round upon her feet.
 '' 'Ow'S that. umpirc:" asked the porter
 "O-U-t, out!" said the inspector. He turned his hand lamp to Mrs. Wa terhor>''- Hope you're all right, ma am"
 "Tl.,uk yvu. ycS, '' said Mrs. Water house i'r, aihi,~,ly. I'm all right now. 2 Pail Mall Budget.