Connecticut western news., 1899-02-23
CANAAN, CONN. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY

ence upon herr what 1T rom the nrst moment of his attraction toward her the power of his will had compelled her thoughts to him? Her tender smiles, her responsive glances, would, on this SUD- position, have been purely automatic. And then the cruel injury to herl It was horriblel There she lay asleep, like 8 flower Had his overmastering will dared to chain any of her delicate, fleet. ing impulses-dared to crush out the bloom and spontaneity of her personal ity? At least-at least. his interference with her springs of feeling had been un- witting; he had not to face the agony of conscious guilt.
 A sense of foreboding passed through Emily's sleep. She reused suddenly and surprised face of blank misery staring at her from opposite. What what has happened?" she murmured, not fully awake. The startled pain of her expression confirmed his terrible theory. Even at this moment he had unconsciously conveyed to her mind a sense of hopeless loss, II think have been dreaming" she said as her sur roundings regained familiarity, "un- comfortable dreams. It is better to be awake. You are looking very grave, Dr. McLare. Have you had bad dreams too?''
 "Yes, have had bad dreams, Miss Maitland" said the doctor. "As you say, it is better to be awake. :"
 She grew quite whits What could have happened while she slept to make his manner SO cold and distant? It was as if a wall of ice had suddenly risen between them. She knew instinctively that all was over.
 All night, after he had seen her safe- ly to her cabin, the doctor paced to and fro on the windy deck. How could he ask her to be his wife? She would con- sent, of course. She could not do other wise, sweet soull And he would absorb the flower of her life into the worldly chaos of his He would control the in- most sanctuary of her mind; her thoughts would flow as he directed, and as he ordained so would her emotions rise. Apart from the horror of this con- trol of the lower over the higher, of his imperfect nature over her pure and per feet one, he, on his side, would have for wife little better than doll. 8 machine that responded to his wire pulling without other impulse or law. It must never, never be.
 About o'clock Emily came on deck. She could not sleep and desired the sane influence of early morning The steamer passed slowly along the river banks, and there was a glamour on land and water. She saw him pacing up and down. up and down, but at first he did not perceive her. It was the end of her dream, the end of her hope, but the light of it still lingered-were they not isolated together on the shimmering deck? The last moment should be dear in memory, undimmed by the darkness which lay so close ahead.
 He did not come up to her till they were nearly at Rotterdam. Her eyes looked unusually large, the pale, pure outline of her face thinner than its won't. Already the strain of his power was beginning to tell upon her. They talked constrainedly on indifferent sub- jects till they reached the quay.
 "I see your brother among the peo- pie, said the doctor. He has evident ly come to meet you here. I think I will say goodby."
 "Goodbyi Enjoy the conference, !" said the poor girl.
 "I am not sure if I shall go, after all, l" he replied. "These investigations are 30 cruelty, so bitterly unsatisfy- ing. "-Ethel Wheeler in London Sun