Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-24

retorted Brendon with quite unneces sary violence.
 "Why not? Have some tongue?,
 Thanks" responded George, passing his plate Because I don't like the house, and don't care for Mrs. Jer- sey."
 "Why did you advise me to come here, then?" asked Train, pouring out glass of claret.
 "Well, you wanted something in the style of Dickens, and this was the only place knew"
 "How did you know about it?"
 George deliberated for. moment and then fastened his eyes on his plate. II lived here once," he said i'll low voice.
 "But you didn't like, Mrs. Jersey"
 ''She was not here then.'
 "Who was hereT'
 "My grandfather on the mothers side That's fifteen years ago.
 Leonard looked at the handsome, moody face of his friend musingly. T never knew you had a grandfather" he said at last.
 Do you know anything at all about me?' asked Brendon.
 No; now I come to think of 1t, I don't. I met you three years ago at Mrs. Wards house, and we have been friends ever since.'
 "Acquaintances, rather. Men are not friends until they become con fdential with one another. Well, Train" George pushed back his chair and wiped his mouth. tonight I in tend to turn you from 8 mere ac- quaintance into friend"
 T shall be delighted,' said Train, rather bewildered. Wont you have more supper?''
 Brendon shook his head, lighted his pipe and again stretched himself on the sofa Train, being curious to know what he had to say, was on the point of Joining him, but he was yet hun gry, so could not bring himself to leave the table.
 Trains parents were dead and had left him m income of f5,000 year. Not being very strongminded, and being more than trine conceited l as to his literary abilities, his money speedily attracted round him a mum Der of needy hangers on, who hattered him to the top of his bent. Poor Leonard thought that all wom- en were angels and all men good fel- lows with harmless tendency to bor- row. He was called a fool by those he fed, but none could call him rogue.
 It was simplicity which inspired Brendon with pitying friendship, and Brendon had done much to save hnw l this innocent. Tn several cases he had opened Trains eyes at the cost of l quarreling with those who lost by the opening, but George was we'll able ! to hold his own, and none could say that he benefited pecuniarily by the l trust and confidence which Leonard reposed in him. To avert all suspicion of this sort he had refused to become Trains secretary and companion at an excellent salary. l Now that Train came to think. of 1t, Brendon was rather mysterious per- son. He lived by writing articles for the papers, and was always well dressed. His rooms were in Kensing- ton, and he seemed to know many peo- pie whom he did not cultivate. Train would have given his ears to enter the houses at which Brendon was well come guest, but for the most part George preferred to live alone with his l pipe and his books. He was writing novel and hoped to make success ful career as literary man, but as he was barely thirty years of age and had been settled only five years in London his scheme of life was rather l in eTnbyro, He appeared to have some secret trouble, but what 1t was Train never knew, as Brendon was particu- larly reticent man. Why he should pvo- pose to be frank on this especial night Leonard could not understand. After supper he put the question to him.
 You can depend upon me, George Anything you tell me will never be- repeated" he continued, II wiisn you you ' fo lend me mo S3Oo.'
 "A thousand if you will"
 "Three hundred will be sufficient. I'll repay you when come into my property
 Train opened his eyes. Are you com Ing into money?' he asked.
 "That can't say. It all depends. Do you know why I suggested this house to you, Leonard?' he asked sud- denly.
 ITO help me in my literary york;
 'That was one reason, certainly, but had another and more selfish one, connected"-G George sat up to finish the sentence connected with Mrs. ter sey," he said quietly.
 This remark was so unexpected thot Leonard did not know what to say for moment. II thought you did not know her,'' he gasped out.
 Nor do r.
 Docs she know you ?"
 Not as George Brendon, or as am now"
 What do you mean?' Train was more puzzled than ever.
 Ut is long story. I don't know that can tell you the whole.''
 Train looked annoyed Trust me-