Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-03

l mn, wrTn the easy manner that comes or birth and breeding, yet judged that her mind was not at peace, and the thought came to me that she must be girl in reduced circumstances forced out into the world to make her living.
 Our interview was brief, for she soon withdrew into the house, and 1t was important to me chiefly because of the slight resemblance had noted. Sup pose this girl were Sibyi. What should do2 It was question I disliked to answer. She was remarkably attract i've. The widest flight of fancy could not endow Sibyl with so many charms. And yet I would have fed from the { mere suggestion of regarding Miss Jones as a possibility for me. I was hopelessly under the domination of an- other personality. That was the lesson. My first and pressing need was to for get Anna Lamoine.
 When Miss Jones had gone into the house. I kindled cigar and found a chair at the most unpopular end of the veranda-the one nearest the light, as may easily be guessed. Laughter and music tor what passed for it) arose from the young people on the darker side. They annoyed me. How can man decide pressing question of the heart while 8 dozen thoughtless and frivolous creatures are bawling "Be- cause I Love You?" This house used to be quiet. Apparently 1t had lost that merit. I couldn't go to my room be- cause it's windows were directly over the heads of the merry, merry chorus. might shift my quarters to a hotel, but ! disliked to register under an as- sumed name, and to put my own on the book would be to invite some of my acquaintances in St. Jo to send up their cards. A boarding house was my only refuge, but seemed to have chosen the wrong one. There was too l much idle merriment here. I could never forget Anna Lamoine in such a place. What I wanted was a chance to sit down and think about it in perfect peace. Lacking that possibility at the moment, it seemed best to take walk. At the first corner a man coming along at good gait glanced at me and started. The light struck sharply on my face, and his was in shadow, but knew him instantly. His name was Brooks, and he had been in my fathers employ for a dozen years. We had been quite friendly, he and I, in former days, but was in no mood to meet him then. -
 '"Terry!' he called after me- "Mar- shall Terry, is that you?"
 ''Its all that's left of me-" said I, wheeling about. "How are you, Johnny" r.
 "All that's left of youV' he ex- claimed, making a pretense of looking up at me as if I had been a monu- ment. When was there moreY'
 Before struck New York" said |, though that couldn't mean much to him. ''What are you doing over hereT'
 Game over to see a fellow" said he and added something which gave the impression that he was hurt because I had not looked him up in Chicago.
 'T'm not feeling in good spirits" said I. Don't care to see any one; had a little streak of hard luck. You under stand. Don't mention it to any one. What I'd like just now would be a lodge in some vast wilderness for a week or two"
 He laughed and eyed me curiously.
 ''Why don't you go out to Mrs. With erspoon's3" he asked.
 had an indistinct recollection of the name.
 Some kind of resort, isn't it?'' said I.
 Swell boarding house." he began. But said, "No, thank you," hastily.
 "Oh, but this is different" he has tened to assure me. "You can live there a month and never say ten words to anybody. The place is famous for it. Mrs. Witherspoon gets the greatest collection of hermits and broken heart ed lovers of both sexes"-
 T don't think the place would suit me-" said I. "And yet-where did you say it was?"
 "Ahout six or eight miles out" he re- l piled. Just nice drive. It's & sort ! of farm rising up from the prettiest lit I tie lake-.Water Witch. they call it. A big apple orchard extends from the ] lake to the house beyond 1t. in fact