Connecticut western news., 1895-10-17
= CANAAN, CONN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER

"But out we went. Then the skies became dark, the water darkened, too, and grew rough, and you tried to turn. We were far, far away from shore. You must have been looking at me instead of the land, or you would have seen that we were floating fast in current. With an effort you brought the boat round and pulled for safety. Oh, you looked splendidl Your thin jersey showed the lines of your strong, supple body, the muscles of your arms and chest rose superbly,. and your manly face, flushed and firm, fascinated me"
 The man smiled, half scornfully.
 "You pulled hard, and don't think I was frightened. I didn't care what happened. Then the rotten oar cracked, and you bound it round with our hand. kerchiefs, but it still was weak, so you tore off long strip of my petticoat tc bind it with, and we drifted, drifted out. When at last you tried again, it snapped, and the blade fell into the sea. Then you came to me, to the stern, and took the tiller from my hands. You put your arm round my waist and said, Don't be afraid, dear wifep I knew we were drifting out to open sea, storm and death and was aware that you knew it. Don't be afraid, little wife, you said, and suddenly put your arm round my neck"
 ''I remember ''
 "Yes, know. Let me go on> You brought my face to yours and laid your lips on mine. Oh, that kiss-that kiss It still stings on my lips. In it I felt the depth of your love. felt that 1 loved 'you-felt that we were man and wife, and the only beings alive on land or sea. That kiss is what regret-that kiss, the one moment of rapture in my life"
 She paused.
 .'I remember '
 "Why did that foolish steamer save us? could have died there, happy in your arms-quite happy"
 "Quite happy?"
 "Yes, quite. To think that we quar- reled within a week-at least I did and things went worse than ever after ward What are we women made of? The old song is wrong--we are made of gall and wormwood and marble. To think that we are here, and that paper lies therel You we acted very handsome ly, allowing me more than half your in7 come and letting Ae keep the flat. D
 ''Do you think I could live ill it after you have gone?" he answered, with a break in his voice. "There's nothing in it that does not speak of you. It's a graveyard of memories"
 She looked at him over the fan and saw tears in his eyes. Then she rose and walked across the room.
 Herbert" she said in timid voice, after a long pause, ''it is 4'o'clock. He'll be here in five minutes to see the deed executed. '
 The man bowed his head and hid his face in his hands.
 She took out her handkerchief, a ri- diculous bit of lace and lawn, and touch ed her eyes. r-@ ".
 "Her bert, tomorrow is just year after that day. The night train starts at 8 o'clock. If we went to Etaples, we migh5 find-might find-that kiss again.
 He jumped up, tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips. "You mean to say''- He caught her in his arms and pressed his lips, long and passionately on her mouth. 4 "I don't think we really need go to Etaples," she said, with smile, after a long pause, .'but twill be a pleasant little-little honeymoon. '1 He rang the bell, told the servant to tell MT. Hawkins that no one was at home, and she bade the girl pack her things instantly. When the girl left the I room, they both took hold of the deed and slowly, gravely tore it into two pieces.
 "It is new way" he observed, "of executing deeds of separation. - I Sketch.