Waterbury Democrat., 1901-03-20
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Copyright. 1899, by J. B. Lippincott Con-
 pany. All -' Y reserved.
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 fell about her shoulders in gleaming, golden masses. Even in the trying light upon it her face was beautiful. Perfectly oval it possessed a combi- nation of dark shadings rarely found in blonde types, and the even brows were as delicate as though penciled by an artist. Upon her cheeks lay long, dark lashes. Sleeping, she seemed scarcely more than a girl in age, the few lines upon her face fading out of prominence: and yet there was a wom- anliness in her trim. settled figure that told of years not otherwise to be sus- pected.
 The bell of a tower clock near at hand rang out loudly the hour. The sleeper stirred uneasily, opened her eyes, and instantly, as full conscious ness returned, bounded from the bed to the floor. In the quick look she gave to her surroundings terror was apparent. 4 moment later she had pulled the bell-cord and was waiting, her watch in hand, by the door. A ne- gro servant knocked and was admitted. She did not notice his old-fashioned and courteous salute.
 "Why was I not called for the six o'clock train?" she began in great agi- tation.
 We call tree times, ma am-t'ree times; an you say all right ev'y time, ma am"
 II answered?'
 "1es, ma'am. An we t'ink, ma 'am, mebby you done change yo' min'." Something like despair came to her face
 'The time now?"
 ''Nine o clock, ma am. Clock des struck, ma'am. Gem'man downstairs sem dis cyard, ma'am, an say-' The gem tleman in question passed the speaker, stepping across the threshold.
 "You may go," he said, curtly, and waited until the old servant had re- tired and closed the door. Then he turned coolly towards the woman. And now, madam, what does this mean?"
 'Raymond!"
 "Why have you left London?" The woman did not answer. She had cried the name hysterically and started for ward; then, suddenly, drawing her hair from her face, she shrank away from him, her gray eyes distended in terror or the expectation of violence. In the presence of this pantomime, the mans face lost it's cynicism and stern- ness. He was unnistaka bly, astonished. Well" he said, at length. what is it?"
 You here!" the exclamation was but whisper. ''I thought"
 Why should I not be here? Didn't you write, requesting me to come? was not in the city yesterday, nor last night, and have but just received your foolish letter. Are you mad, in- deed-that you come to this city that you follow me up in public!- Name of Heaven. woman, what is the matter with you?"
 Not in the city last night! Not in the city! Then-then-" She caught a chair. "Oh, 1 am iH-ill!" She seemed about to fall, but her companion made no movement to assist her. There is some-mistake!" she whispered. "Soms awful-mistake!"
 What are you talking about?" He stood looking curiously upon her. She turned suddenly, ran to him, and, falling upon her knees, cIasped her arms about him, giving way at the same time to paroxysm of hysteria that swayed them both with it's vio- lence. He stopped impatiently, broke her clasp with violent effort, and half pushed, half lifted her into the chair. Burying her face in her hands, she gave way to violent weeping while he stood by.
 The man was of medium height and fine figure, his faultless dress and his every motion revealing the fashiona- ble world. His face might have been 1or ,% but l,vc had fled from it, and something had come to it since then. That which had come men usually call the marks of dissipation; that which had fled they had no name for.
 He might have been genuinely in. dignant or playing a part, but he gazed sternly a few moments only upon the agitated woman, his black eyes gleaming wickedly; then, with a sheer and slight gesture of dismissal, turned away. Taking from his pocket case, he proceeded calmly to select and light cigarette, and walking un- concernedly to the fireplace. tossed his match into it. Standing with his back towards her, he busted himself with a hunting scene above the mantel And thus, presently. the woman, ceasing 10 cry, 1Ounu nlm. one cIaSpeQ ner hands upon her chair-arm convulsive. ly and lifted her head. With few rapid motions she twist. ed the fallen hair into position and arose to her feet.
 'When you have finished with the picture" she said, ''listen to me- Startled, he whirled and faced her. Her figure was now erect and head lifted. The tenderness was gone from her eyes. Wide open, they seemed to measure and threaten him. He came slowly forward, the sheer upon his face.
 ''You gave me your promise to re- main in London until I returned" he said, "and you have broken it." And you! you told me that you were here to wind up some estate matters and would return immediate ly. You had no idea of returning. You intended to desert me. You lied! Where is my child, sir?" The man g face flushed and orew daafhlv pale