Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-10-29
WHO WAS ALICIA?

 thouch, of course, much engaged at l South Kensinctou with his fearfully ab- 1 truse experiments and his new book on steel fbers he was extremely attentive and kind. And she was. with much love. mammals afTcctionate daughter. | Helen WatCrhouSp.
 Mamma won't believe it, said yourc Mrs WatcrhouSe. with kind of comic despair ''She is always wanting to know about the skeleton | Thank goodness there isn't ouc.' On the clean plotting pad was m i'm 1 rr,ss of some of her husbands writing. \ raIrt;e >haYcd mirror stood on the l table. and half UuConsciou>ly she turn cd the pad toward il. .'WCut!cr to whom he has been writ ing:"
 It was quitr easy to sec. Mrs. Water | house glanced at it casually at first, | then. krr face fcrcely pink, with much | atIcntiou:
 II want you, my dearest, to believe tb:.t aIl quite true tOyou. am bound by certain tits to others, but to you, my swyttE, art, my own dearest Ali cia''-
 "Alicia." cried Mrs. Watcrhouse aloud aS she rant,d and sat back in hel chair "Al;cia. Alicia who, Iwonder:" Sl., knew his writing 50 well that she could scarce b,' deceived on that point | The wI.plr thing i'll q moment was clear l Her Ccar mother, with less Crampcc NJ ericnCc of the world, had been right, aft,r all
 There i< skeleton. ' said the trem- blin. NrS Wal y!l Jsc. She tore her letter Ia Ei@IIitz into I:ls,ny pieces. As the l.s>r f-a-r.,ut went into the ferns 1T the fireplace sh:. felt kiss upon he1 | neck.
 'nan'5 d. tiat. Ilra>c, ' she cried.
 "T.= rarJ.n.' said her husband Did I fri2iltyn you:''
 lie t,.'!. If bis hat ard adjusted his T!I:-yu,z. lis cvalnc>s almost took hyl breath ,.I",.y.
 II must ,ay. G,otrr,y, she declared. 'that l can't help adc9iI1ns your-youI cheek.
 My I,vp. l adn.iry y.ur> meant to have ki~-, Il il just n'.H. 1 S:.. t,,.S ID d T., Ny,iaT,r r, "nd twist 1 ir-: it violently ill E,r NrjI, mrnt made all ,..,!, ..v,r tp >!. ak with calm,u,S>.
 Il lave l- u T ali,,, rather an inter- v>tirg frs;,.,r;. Ci,o.-rey. Shall tell y"u what 1T is
 ''l2uutr away.
 MT Wa;crhouse recitcd from the cu;-,u vamtz-. furnished hy a rug the letter tn Alicia The professor dropped his glass, ard looked intensely dis tuTu,el.
 Now. ny i, IT love" ''Ch. Eu!' said Mrs. Watcrhouse.
 My dear Helen then. will you allow 1llc to >ay'-
 Il ,uly want to know one thing. Did v"u write this riiiculuUS stuff, plcasc:" Why. y,~. iIn l.,t going to deny that, c. c.ur>2 it'> oEly a part of the letter tr th,. g!ri, lut if you like can tell y,u Wi:..t hlPI Ills aftprward.' II don't w"uJ In kIIuw. If this gets knrNu. shat will h. thought of you? Yo1 will l,. the laughing stock of all v"ur co!!,a@uv$.'
 That's v,ry tru'.'' acknowledged ProGe>-,r Wat,rhou>c. with concern. That N,ry true. and it must never get hu, MI. IcAu't drop the affair now, uni, r'uua,, ly. but. you know''-he >1uil Ii at his wife little anNiouSly- ''th,r,' I, ally k no harm i'll il, and m not the only man whu''-
 "R,"Ily:" in tone of remote and fri-iG inter. >t.
 II frankly admit. though, that 1 should h. very sorry for il to get known Of cour>y il seems to you very foolish thing Jo do '
 By no EIcans.
 But I really don't believe that l could have endured the strain of writ ing that new work of mine if at the l +Ir,,., I bnH ,,Otrs
 Let me ask you one more question, please understand, Godfrey, that you are sorry now that you ever lent your self to such a-such a deSpicable busi- ness"
 That : not quite the point, dear. " He was recovering now his usual con- posture. That's not what I'm sorry Tor. I'm sorry to be found out. I want | ,d to keep it quiet. But there's nc earthly reason why anybody but our man has his hobby"
 ''GeOffrcv, 1 won't listen to you.'' "Well, my dear. can't force you to, can l: I believe if you would only let me tsll you the whole affair from begin. ming to end you wouldn't be so much bNNtA ABO0L At- u AtsAAlN ASAA cp bstA as you think. Alicia is a most delight . full girl, and it has been a recreation fol me. you know, and I have been slog ging away so of late, and''-
 The door slammed. Mrs. Waterhous, went up stairs to her room and hurried ly. very hurriedly, packed a portman teau. There was time to catch the mai at Charing Cross, and she meant to ge away to Biarritz, away from the stifiini atmosphere of this house, away iron . London. She rang for her maid. Parker. "
 "Yes, ma am"
 ''The mail goes at from CharinI Cross, think"
 ''It used to go at 8, ma'am," sai' Parker cautiously. "When we wen !. away, if you remember''-
 ''Yes. yes, of course. want you t pack bag for yourself, and we vii catch the mail tonight"
 Catch the mail, ma am, tonight?"
 "Yes, yes Lose no time, please, an, !. send out for a cab"
 Well, neyerr' murmured Parker i, Mrs. Waterhouse had some intention of having one fine, big. square seen with her husband before she left, bu there was little time to spare. More l over it occurred to her that she coul