Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-31

this: If girl was all legs and sSEzS arms at the age of 13-and
 one can't remember much of anything else about her appearance what will she look like on her nine teenth birthday7 At the first glance it seemed to be difficult of solution, and after pondering upon it during many thousands of miles of travel on the sea Twas no nearer to the answer except as was nearer to the girl.
 Tt is true that had had a great bun dle of my fathers letters to assist me. The- were waiting for me at Lourenco Marques, when by the Jar0y pIess1nA of heaven succeeded in getting out of the Transvaal, where I had spent two years that will not bear thinking about Previous to that experience I had stud fed nlineralogy and chemistry in Ger many. whence, upon an offer that seem ed fiattering, had gone to President Kruger's realm just in time to. get into all kinds of trouble. Suffice it to say that never did days work for the mining company in whose service went there; that, thanks to the long range of modern weapons. was quite badly wounded at distance of nearly a mile from a foolish little riot with which had no connection, and that lay many months in prison charged with an ofrense the nature of which has not yet been disclosed to me.
 Enough of such recollections. This story begins with my fathers letters. Those which found at Lourerco Mar Ques were written after his anxiety in regard to me had been relieved He knew that was coming home, that I was none the worse for my wound and that my desire to roam had probably been curbed by my experiences. So he wrote of the future, and very cheerily. Ut appeared that all things had gone Surprisingly well with him. He had never been poor. He was now rich, as he expressed it, really beyond my de- sires-somewhere between my own and yours, perhaps-but you win not need to worry much, my boy" A fine old father he always was. I could not have chosen better. It sTnote upon my heart that was all to him and yet had left him so much alone.
 However, there was Sibyl; no kin of his, to be sure, but very tenderly re- garded, the daughter of his friend, and quite helpless in the world except for him.
 "Sibyl has developed beyond any thing that you would believe" he wrote in one of those letters. "She is very brilliant young woman; the promise of her girlhood is more than fulfilled"
 Now, to be honest, the promise of EibyIs girlhood, as remembered it, was not much. She lived at our house after her sixth year, but never paid any particular attention to her, except to tease her. in the amiable effort to make her cry It was one of SibyPs peculiarities that she never would cry in any persons presence. Even when an infant, as had been told, she would hide her tears under a pillow, at the great risk of smothering. At a later period she would shut herself up in the dark to indulge her grief, and after some of my experiments with her youthful feelings it had been necessary to open all the clothes cloSSew l9 the house and even to explore the cellar in search of her. Experimenting, by the way, was always my forte. As 8
 
 them apart, and doubtless the same spirit of research often prompted me in my attacks upon the nervous sys- tems of my fellow creatures.
 was away at school during the major part of my youth and so saw less of Sibyl than would have been nat ural, considering that she dwelt under my fathers roof. My most distinct recollection of her was as she used to sit at the table, rigid, embarrassed, hiding her long arms and long hands under the cloth; her hair brushed straight back from forehead so thin that 1t shone upon the curves like a porcelain doorknob. The composite of 9hese impressions may have placed her ,n 4nr mind af 4l,e age Of 12 sss%