Connecticut western news., 1903-06-25

penhow's constant tenderness jared on him. He did not exactly know what he wanted. The darkness would not lift, and Maisies unopened letters felt worn and old from much handling. He could never read them for himself as long as life endured, but Maisie might have sent him some fresh ones to play with.
 The Nilghai entered with a gift. a piece of red modelling wax. He fancied that Dick might find interest in using his hands. Dick poked and patted the stuff for few minutes, and, ''Is it like any thing in the world?' he said dreari- ly. Take it away. I may get the touch of the blind in fifty years. Do you know where Torpenhow has gone?''
 The Nilghai knew nothing Were staying in his rooms till he comes. Can we do anything for you?'
 "Pd like to be left alone, please Don't think Pm ungrateful. But Pm best alone"
 The Niighai chuekled. and Dick re- sumed his drowsy breeding and sullen rebellion against fate. He had long since. ceased to think about the work he had done in the old days, and the desire to do more work had departed from him. He was exceedingly sorry for himself, and the completeness of his tender grief soothed him.
 But his soul and his body cried fo- Maisie = Maisie, who would under ct1 t,1 Jie ;,,I sic, having her own work to do. would not care. His experience had taught him that when money was exhausted women went away. and that when a man was knocked out of the race the others trampled on him. Then at the least" said Dick in reply, she could use me as l used Binat, for some sort of study. l wouldn't ask more than to be near her again, even though I knew another man was making love to her. Ugh, what q dog I am.''
 A voice on thesstaircase began to sing ioyfully:
 When we go, go, go away from here.
 Our creditors will weep and they will
 walk
 Dur absence much regretting when they
 find that we've been getting
 Out of England by next Tuesdays In-
 dian mail''
 Following the. trampling of feet. slamming of Torpenhow's door and the . sound of voices in strenuous debate. some one squeaked: And see, you good fellows, l have found new wa ter bottle-first class patent-eh, how you say? Open himself inside out"
 Dick sprang to his feet. He knew the voice well. That's Cassavetti come back from the continent Now I know why Torp went away. There's a row somewhere, and-I'm out of it!"
 The Nilghai commanded silence in vain. That's for my sake" Dick said bitterly. "The birds are getting ready to fly, and they wouldn't tell me. I can hear Morten-Sutherland and Mackaye. Half the war correspondents in Lon don are there-and I'm out of it."
 He stumbled across the landing and plunged into Torpenhow's room. He could feel that it was full of men, "Where's the troubleF' said he. Tn the Balkans at last? Why didn't some one tell me-"
 I've thought you wouldn't be inter- ested." said the N1ghai shamefacedly. Its in the Sudan, as usual"
 You lucky dogs! Let me sit here while you talk. I shan't be a skeleton at the feast. Cassavetti, where are you? Your English is as bad as ever"
 Dick was led to a chair. He heard the rustic of the maps, and the talk swept forward, carrying him with 1t. Everybody spoke at once, discussing press censorships, railway routes, transport. water supply, the capacities Of generals-these in languages which would have mortified trusting public -ranting. asserting, denouncing and laughing at the top of their voices
 There was the glorious certainty of war in the Sudan at any moment. The Nilghai said so, and 1t was well to be in readiness. The Keneu had tala-