Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-12-07

throat and heart. She put her hands forth vaguely to tear 1t away. She tried to speak, but her tongue was palsied. and the Indian, diyining nothing, continued in her singsong minor tone.
 ''The captain gives this Maya-for that is her name-much money, silks and jew els for her hair, but Maya never loves him, and she only gets his love by always sprinkling the potion about his house and in his wine. When he is away from her, he hates himself and her, and his heart is all for missy, but when he goes back to Maya he will love her again."
 Helen had drunk the bitter cup In all its strength, for she could not doubt a word of the narrative. Her first great trouble had found her alone, and she must meet it single handed, for what comfort could this poor child of darkness, with her mystical religion, bring to her?
 Moments passed; the ayah had thrown herself prone to the floor. Helen, pale and shivering, gazed on the prostrate figure as If 1t wero something polluted that had been cast at her feet by some receding tide She tried to stand, but her sound young limbs lacked power.
 Then the distressed soul whose love was unquestioning seemed to feel rather than see the sorrow she had -wrought, and, shuffling to her feet, she took Helen like a bubS HI dELlS Gtilu icE OA o SO0Lhf trying Intellectually to soothe by softly stroking her face and head. Finally as a palliative she began to speak in an ap- peasing, grooming voice, as one would Hull a child to rest. Il isten, dear missy, to what ayah tells. She knows one medicine man, O native. From him she will get q potion, and with it she will go to the cap tain's house, and the native butler, who knows her well, will let her in to see the house. Then it is she will secretly sprin- kle the floors and walls. Then, when the poor captain shall come home he sees Maya at once in her true self, and he shall send to missy, and his whole heart will be for her."
 These words seemed to rouse Helen from her apathy. Stop" she commanded sternly.
 ''Oh, missy" said the eastern woman meekly, but earnestly, II cannot work tho charm without your permission. Will dear missy consent;"
 "Oh," answered Helen drearily, for she realized the utter impossibility of reason ing with this child of mystery, "therc is no need of charms or potions or my con- sent, for do not love this man. And now you may go. But wait" as n sudden thought came to her mind, II wish to send note to Captain Gartshore.'' And with trembling, cold fingers that could scarcely do her will she wrote these words: CAPTAIN GARTsHoRE-I cannot ride with you tomorrow. HELEN ARUNDEL ''Go nOw," said Helen solemnly, her face like that of some accusing spirit, "go and pray to your God for peace.' Long after the ayah had softly closed the door Helen sat immovable, hopeless and alone, the drawn lines of her mouth indicative of her hearts pain and struggle. Hour after hour went by. They seemed years to Helen, and when at last the sig nal of Captain Gartshorc, the ardent sun, sent its first rosy rays in at her window it fell not on Helen-she was ever to be in shadOw-but on those words O. wisdom: 70 worldly men. How fatally deluded, bchOlding everywhere the body brought to dust, yet everywhere the more carelessly Iivingl The heart is neither lifeless wood nor stone, and yet it remembers not that all is vanishing!'-Mabcl Wynne in Bos. ton Transcript