Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-17

went 10 church with MrS. barrOW that night. Miss Juliet Marcy came in very late, with one of the little Dane boys, and was distinctly cool to Mrs. Dar- row.
 But never mind. Mrs. Darrow had met all these rebuffs with feeling of triumph. There was still Maggie Clyde. He had never seen Maggie yet. Maggie was the best girl in the world -the best and sweetest, and almost the prettiest. What minister could want more than a girl who had sacrified the pleasures of youth for the sake of an invalid father, for whom she cared day and night. There never was such a girl as Maggie-and this was the kind of marriage that would be certain to be made in Heaven. She mentioned Maggie to him in the most incidental way. Not for worlds would Mrs. Dar- row have him believe that Maggie was to be won by any man alive-so de- voted was she to her father. Her only thought was to get some one to take care of the old man for few days, and give little Maggie rest. She needed it, poor girl.
 
 the face of pretty, demure Maggie Clyde. Long watching had made her pale, and had set dark circles under her eyes; and Mrs. Darrow hastened to explain that poor Maggie was worn out with caring for her father, and she had brought her in for rest.
 And the minister murmured polite speech, after which he searched for a book he had misplaced, and found it, and went to his study.
 If Mrs Darrow shook small fist in the direction of the study door when no one was looking. who can wonder? But there was still to-morrow-and who could tell what would come to pass? Certainly there was not an un- married minister on earth who could resist girl like Maggie. if he were given time enough, and Mrs. Darrow meant to give, him time. They had employed an old man to take care of Maggie's father for one whole week. Much may be accomplished In week. If it were necessary, Mrs. Darrow would extend the week to another week.
 M NA1C 01yo Pc1SSO0, GLAA LG sOtOly G04 Rev. Marcus Pairing came upon the pretty, quiet girl who went about the house helping Mrs. Darrow; and every day he attended to. his duties in the most humdrum manner, and did not abate one visit to snuffy old women or tiresome old men, or leave off page of his daily reading. MT. Darrow be- gan to pass sleepless nights.
 T known what I'll dol" she declared to herself at last. ssI'll send for that baggage, Lena Morrison. Think of girl like that being niece of mine! Let him see a real society butterfly once in contrast with little Maggie and then maybe his eyes'll be opened"
 A hurried note of invitation was dis- patched the next morning, and as hur- riedly accepted.
 She's worn out with her seasons gayety, I suppose" said Mrs. Darrow, grimly to Maggie. Such a girl!-- parties and theaters and receptions and journeys-and hear that this winter she's been gayer than ever. We'll, it'll be an experience for you and for the minister, too, I should think. only hope she won't drive him away from the house with her frivolity."
 They were just arising from the table the next day, when there was com motion out at the front, and a sound of light footballs and rustic of skirts. and she came running ina girl from another world She tossed her hat away as she came. It was moment or two before her eyes had grown ac- customed to the darkness; then she the table, and the pallid face, and the somber eyes that were gazing at her.
 And you are bere!" she cried, draw ing herself up and speaking with bit- ter emphasis.
 "You also,' he replied. He was yer, sad.
 "I can easily return" she retorted angrily. t'I was not expecting to find you here"
 "Stay, I beg of you,'' he answered. 'I will go, instead. You must know that I had no wish to see you again. !"
 She flashed an amazed look at him and then broke into a laugh, and moved toward the door. It might have been the laugh that made him start as though he had been stabbed, but in an instant he was before her.
 Wait" he cried. "I said what was not true. I have never ceased to wish that I could see you again, if it were only for a moment. I knew you were not for me-you had no need to tell me that-with such pride-but you see that am glad of this chance what ever brought it about-just to look upon your face again-and to tell you that have loved you as no man will ever love you again. That is all-now I can say goodbye"
 She had turned away from him, and her hand was on the knob. But she did not open the door. She stood there for long time. After awhile she whispered, without turning her head:
 "Mark!"
 He held out his hand toward her. in