Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-14

that he was not the victim of half digested idea. His manner was com pleteIy satisfying.
 Tt is inconceivable to me-" said he, ''that you should not have recognized her."
 "I haven't seen her."
 "You have not met her face to face" he rejoined, "but you have seen her. I was on the point of telling you the other day when you were writing to your father but for certain reasons thought best to wait. In one particular I was not quite sure of my ground"
 "Derringer, said I, walking up to him and laying a hand upon his arm, you don't mean to tell me that Miss Lamoine is the girl in the orchard?"
 How can you doubt t?" he return ed. "I recognized her almost imme. diately.' .. ->
 "I can't believe it. Why, the girl is a blond"
 How do you know? Did you ever see her head? I mean, have you seen hind an umbrella?"
 IL uGT ClOG0G6, 1 DTOLGSLGus SuG wears colors bef1tting the blond com plexion. Pm an ignoramus in such mat ters, but there are few little hints that fellow can't help getting. Still, you know her better than do. I never saw her except in New York" .
 "Nor l." answered he. My acquaint- ance is only few days longer than yours. But it mattered more, perhaps"
 "Derringer," said I, ''this thing has come to point where we must speak straight out. Sentimental condolences between men are painful absurdities, as a rule, but we seem to have acquir- ed the habit. Is it possible that Miss Lamoine is the girl. you mentioned to me when we first met hereW
 "I will answer yes," he replied, though the main fact of the whole matter remains still to be stated. From the moment when. I met the young lady, at Cushing's house, had but one wish or hope in the world. Such things do happen, you know" 'h.
 "I am the last man to express doubt of it. said l. ''Yet think I was not hurt so badly as you were"
 q wasn't hurt" he replied. Do you imagine that regret 1t? No, sir. I am twice the man was before, for any useful purpose in this world. Do you think I have come out here to pine away and die2 Far from it, my friend. came to get bit of a grip on myself, and I've got it, and now I'm going back among. the workers to show what l. can do for the love of a woman who is worth it."
 My dear fellow" said I, "why go back so soon? Upon my word, you amaze me. If ever saw man who didn't look like 'quitter,' you're the individual. How can you give up like this? As understand it, you haven't given the lady half chance. You have had no refusal"
 "She needs no question:" said he sad ly You have met her. Tell me, is 1t necessary to speak a word to her? Does not she see straight into your heart as easily as I look out of that open win dow" r.... E.
 'T used to think so," said I, 'but now, to be frank with you, I have my doubts. She has an innocent delight in mystifcation. It pleases her to play pretty tricks. Have you observed her brother?"
 Derringer smiled 2 strange. sad smile.
 "She hasn't any brother" he said.
 was pacing the floor and had pass ed him. Turning quickly at this speech of his, I looked beyond him through the window, and there stood Jimmy LamOine on the driveway Without replying in words I pointed to the boy. Derringer's eyes rested for moment upon James and then met mine. .
 "He is not her brother,i' he said. Do you see any resemblance between them? No; and there isn't any. Ire member your telling me that Lucy Ann mentioned to you how much the boy looked like his sister Perhaps he does.