Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-14

l in the world might be proud to kneel 1t 1 her feet. The most exacting could not accuse her of spreading a snare. Yet there is inwoven in the bright and 1 beautiful fabric of her character a very strange thread, She has perfect in tuition, and,. to speak outright, she inn pressed me as being able to read fine print pasted on the back of my coat l when she was standing in front of me. have no doubt that all her ways were honest and her powers genuine. Real 1 ly, think I was in love with her." "You were?" said he anxiously. X "She has a brotheE named Jimmy \ said I, 'and he is spending the summer ! here. That boy is the most remarkable natural caricature that ever existed. He pretends to know everything. He perverts all hts sisters pretty ways into the, most arrant and transparent trick cry. am not such a donkey as to sup l pose that there is the faintest similarity between their inner natures, but I am not strong enough to bear the superfi cial resemblance. It is idle to suppose l that she could ever have cared for me, 1 but now I can never care for her. That's the story in nutshell" l My father developed liking for pc destrian exercise and walked several times around my center table.
 "This is very remafkab he said. T hardly know what to say about it.. There is really nothing that can be said," I rejoined. "It has happened. It | is all in the past tense. Let us speak of ! something else."
 What, for instancep he asked, re- stunning his seat.
 '"There'i is young man named Trask 1 bere," said I, and my father drowned slightly. He seems to me to be very l good fellow, and 1 think that he and ] Sibyl love each other.'
 ''Why, what can you possibly know about that?" he demanded. "rhe man has not said so, has hep ... l Never, but I have seen them to- 1 gether.''
 T don't see how that is possible" said he. Tt is true that Sibyl has told me almost nothing of what she has l done. She has begged me not to ask her. And yet understood''- "That she had not come up to the house." said when he paused. "Let me ask you question straight from l the shoulder. Is, there Miss Jones, a real oneF'
 l Certainly" he answered. Miss 1 Jones is not Siby1, if that's what you ] mean"
 And you say that Miss Jones is not beautiful2'
 Not to my eye"
 So I had been essentially right with out fully understanding. It was Sibyl whom I had seen as Miss Jones, but meanwhile the real one was dwelling in the orchard. Blessed heaven, could i 1t be she that sang, she whom Scovel had seen9
 It must be remembered that in all this doubt and confusion there was one sure reality-the voice of the singer. Some one possessed 1t. There was a girl upon earth and near to me at that mo- ment who could sway my soul with song as no one else had ever done, as no other mortal creature ever would. Suppose she were a girl my father did not like, girl the sight of whom had driven poor Scovel back to work at the
 beginning of hot weather. It was a
 horror to make jest of since in no
 other way might 1t be borne.
 "You are not favorably impressed
 with MT. Trask ~ said I to give my mind the relief of changed theme.
 'I will speak frankly" he replied. "I know little against him except that he
 is selfish and tickle. He is handsome and extraordinarily attractive to we-
 men, and he has gone his way ruthless ly, as I have been told, avoiding open
 dishonor, but leaving many a sore
 heart beside the path. do not like that ! kind of man.
 There is one sore heart here because of him." said I, "and tell you earnest. ly that the case is pitiable. l would
 have spoken of the matter even if il
 had not come up in this way. because
 I want your advice. The girl is q niece of Mrs. Witherspoon. without mems and something of T drudge here
 I'm afrnid, in q polite way. Trasl5 has
 persuaded her to sit for him and sibql