Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-03-31
An Efchin8 from Life
By ADDIE FAIRFAX
Copyright 1908. by Daily sloxy Pub.Co.,

Va
 tcopydghts 1908. by Daily slory Pub. Col E T WAS characteristic of him that he should have married as he did. His was nature full of generous impulses and quick ssympathies. Sine was poor and alone, shouldering the burden of an existence under the load of ill aeaIth and lingering disease. His natural chivalry for women but as- serted itself when out of his greater abundance he extended her many personal comforts and little courte- sies her meager salary could not, compass. It never occurred to him that a pettish and narrow minded world might misconstrue even the kindest of intentions. Because of this, in the end, he married her-not that he loved her--his feeling for her Has but pitying affection. Then, loo, he was lonely-a stranger in 8 strange land, and just then a home of his own meant much to him. In way his marriage meant little, for tn all the 33 years of his life he ead never felt but more than pass ing interest in any woman. Love, the love he had dreamed of, had never come into his life. He had an ar aent, poetic temperament, and had dad wonderful dreams of the per iect union of body and soul-the- only life of man and woman to- gether.
 Now that he had settled down in quiet domesticity and the care of 2 hs l. l.l of all the exertion of self-support, aad blossomed into almost health, he sesolutely put aside such vague love dreams and played at happiness. For three years he had tried to believe himself at least contented, and so great was his loyalty to his wife, that he refused even to himself to ac- knowledge that his restlessness and ansatisfed longings came from aught else than desire to amass 8 com potency and an ambition to become certain factor in the great world; so command for himself certain de- gree of influence and power.
 As for his wife, she was grateful tor his care, and loved him as such women love, with 8 half-maternal fondness that manifests itself in an irritating fussiness for the object of It's affection. She was the kind of e woman who make better mothers than wives, better housekeepers than companions, and who, while possess mg all the virtues of good woman, yet lack the little arts that hold man. She didn't understand him, and sAe believed in his talents and pos-' abilities only so far as they ma terialized into gold. This money she handled judiciously, fed him excel ent dinners, and starved his soul.
 She, however, was quite content; sne could not miss what she could aot fathom, and even after the other woman came into his life she never noted that he was different, that his whole being was awake and alive, auivering with new and undefnable smotions.
 They were singularly congenial, khere two, the other woman and he. Their tastes, their work, their thoughts, ran along the same chan ael. and so great was their sympathy from the first day of their mere ac- luaintance they had quickly passed mto close friendship, and if her beau sy and grace had at first attracted aim, her sweet disposition, her keen mtellectuality, quick wit and gener- sus broad mindedness held him.
 For many months he had been a