Connecticut western news., 1903-07-02

for Dicks sake she must make no sign. Her eyes were very dim. and her voice choked with the hard held tears as she made answer. still gazing on the wreck:
 "Oh, Dick, 1t is goodv'
 Dick heard the sob and took 1t for tribute. "I thought you'd like it." he said, smiling at her across the room. And she would have given the world to cry, but she came back to his arms instead to bid him goodby for little while.
 Dick" she said when the long fare well was ended, do you imagine when a woman loves a man that she cares for his work? She loves him for him. self-self- Now I must fly, and please may I sing on the staircase going downT'
 There was very little thought of song In Mniste's heart when she went out unless 1t were the old rhyme, Lord ha' mercy on me, this is none of r.! She wanted to sit down and be quiet very luiet-in her half sdismantled house Torpenhow did not appear. and
  That's nice of him." said Maisie. and fled in q cab to astonish the caretaker across the park.
 "Halloor' said Torpenhow, entering the studio after Dick had enjoyed two blissful hours of thought. I'm back. Are you feeling any betterY"
 "Torp, 1 don't know what to say Come here," Dick cougled huskily.
 Whats the need for saying any thing? Get up and tramp"
 They walked up and down as of GUS tom, Torpenhow's hand on Dicks shoulder.
 How In the world did you find 1t all out?" said Dick, beaming.
 You shouldn't go off your head if you want to keep secrets. Dickie. It was absolutely impertinent on my part, hut If you'd seen me rocketing about on a half trained French troop horse under blazing sun you'd have laughed. There's going to be a chari- vari in my rooms tonight. Seven other devils"-
 ''I know - the row In the southern Sudan. l surprised their councils the other day, and 1t made me unhappy. Have you fixed your flint to go? Who do you work forT'
 Haven't signed any contracts yet. l wanted to see how your business would turn out"
 Would you have stayed with me then fittings had gone wrongT"
 Don't ask me too much. I'm only man."
 You've tried to be an angel very successfully"
 "Oh, ye-es! Well, do you attend the function tonight? We shall be half screwed before the morning. All the men believe the wars a certainty"
 "Of course I'll come. haven't turned my back on the old life yet"
 That night there was tumult on the stairs. The correspondents poured in from the theater, dinner and music hall to Torpenhow's room that they might discuss their plan of campaign In the event of the certainty of military oper- ations being certainty. Torpenhow, the Keneu and the Nilghai had bidden all the men they hnR worked with to the orgy, and Mir. Beeton, the house keeper, declared that never in his checkered experience had he seen quite such a fancy lot of gentlemen. They walked the chambers with shoutings and song and the elder men were quite as bad as the younger. For the chances of war were in front of them, and all knew what those meant.
 When the clamor was at It's height Dick entered with his great happiness upon his face. The room was heavy with tobacco smoke and the fume of strong drinks. and the men were set tied En unpicturesque attitudes on [, chair. sofa and table. There was a gen eral shout.
 Poor, secondhand gladiators" he said with pretended scorn. You only exist to describe who will die on the sands out there. Half of you will be dead this time next year. The Sudan kills specials"
 Ave. imperator, te morituri salu- tant,'' said the Keneu. Get into a chair, and don't moraiize. The public wants us as much as we want you" By the way, what does the dear pub lie say about mel"
 "One paper said six weeks ago that it deeply regretted to hear you weren't quite well. The rest have forgotten by this time" said the Nilghai.
 Sweet creatures! They naturally would. Give me drink" And by the instinct of association he began to hum the terrible Rattle Hymn of the Re public" Man after man caught it up it was a tune they knew well-till the windows shook to the clang, the Nil ghai's deep voice leading: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
 coming of the Lord:
 He Is trampling out the vintage where the
 grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of
 his terrible swift sword
 His truth Is marching on."
 "How does the next verse go?" said the Kcneu. And they swept off again, beating time on the table: He has sounded forth the trumpet that
 shall never call retreat; He Is sitting out the hearts of men before
 his judgment seat;
 Oh be swift. my soul, to meet him, be
 jubilant, my feet!
 Our God Is marching on."
 Then Cassavetti. very proud of his knowledge:
 Tn the beauty of the lIIies"-
 Hold oni' said Torpenhow. We've nothing to do with that. It belongs to another man."
 "No," said Dick to himself under his breath "the other man belongs"