Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-10-19

 all. The others were Kept laughing at his witticisms.
 He had his kodak with him, and he took several shots at the rocks, tha gently swelling waves, and at the only boat that passed during the afternoon.
 When. the tide began rising, Morgan was the first to note the slowly up- ward creeping of the sea upon the rocks, smile trembled upon his lips and strange fire burned in his eyes.
 From the locker of the boat he pro- duced bottle of champagne, and, pouring out three glasses, handed one fach to his wife and Bernard. Then, raising his own, he said:
 Here is to Love that is true,
 Eere is to Honor, that real. Love and Honor and you
 A trinity stamped With Gods seal"
 He touched the glass to his lips, but the others, astounded, hesitated.
 Why don't you. drink?" he cried. '.why don't you drink. to love and honor-the twin stars in life's diadem? No other virtues are so blessed or So rare as love and bcnor!''
 The words were spoken as though in pleasantly. Not the suspicion Of a sheer accompanied them; not a spark from the fire that was consuming his soul, was visible.
 So, together, they drank the toast, and when they had finished, Morgan broke his glass upon the boats rail and watched the pieces sink into the sea-
 The tide was now rising rapidly. Already the lowest crevices on Fisher mans Point were under water.
 Suddenly Clark Morgan glanced at his wife. My dear, he said, T was thinking what a beautiful picture [ could take if you and Bernard would pose for me 9 moment on the rocks you, kneeling in your white gown, my dear, and Bernard, in this robe, hold ing this cruicihx in his hand, with the waves all but kissing your feet, and the broad sea in the background.
 As he spoke, he unrolled a package he had taken, with the champagne, from the locker, and now held up a priests robe and beads.
 "Bravo!" cried Bernard, enthusias- tically You are 8 thorough artist, Clark; it is splendid conception"
 .See, my dear,n he said, the tide is nearly to where we stand. Now kneel right here, your hands clasped SO, and your eyes turned upward, so; that's right Now, Bernard, hold the cruci- fix, there, that's right; ah, that's per- feet Throw your head back a little more, Gertrude, so your hair will fall , over your shoulders more, there. Now, IT sail away from the rock 8 few rods, so as to get a better focus. An, this is going to be one of the triumphs of my life. : ss
 Talking cheerily as he clambered over the rocks, Morgan descended to the boat and hoisted sail. Twenty yards from the Point he put the helm about, and the beat turned it's bow gracefully towards the far away shore. A light breeze was blowing land ward, and before this he slowly sailed, making no pretense to check his course.
 After 15 minutes or so, heS glanced back at the man and woman on the rocks. His wife had risen to her feet and stood with her face towards him. He could see the startled look in her eyes.
 He waved his hand at them @Be- hold!'' he cried, purity and godliness upon a granite pinnac1e!"
 A half hour passed before he again looked back: Gertrude and Bernard were standing upon the topmost point of rock, and the tide was nearly at their feet. With the aid of his glass he could see the look of horror on the, woman's face and the desperation in the eyes of the man
 His wife's hair was shining wet with the dashing spray, and tears glistened upon her checks.
 Then the twilight deepened, deep ened, and finally Fisherman's Point was but an indistinct dot upon the horizon, with miles of foaming sea on every side.
 But, minis drifting boat, Clark Mor- gan sat and watched Fisherman's Point through his glass. He saw the man clasp the woman in his arms; he saw the woman put her hands to her eyes as though to shut out the signt of death creeping nearer, nearer; he < watched the tide rise to their knees. to their waists, to their shoulders then the darkness became so heavy he could not longer distinguish them from the spray
 \. From the locker he took another bottle of champagne. Filling glass with the sparkling liquid, he extended it toward the dense gloom that en- cbrordod tho poinf ana rri .tHere is to Love that is true;
 Here is 10 Honor that's real. "Love and Honor and you
 A trinity"
 During the night a sail boat driftei upon the mud banks where fishermen found it. Tn the bottom was the dead body of a man.
 Heart disease, ? pronounced, the learned coroner, solemnly. ..a