Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-01-01
A SACRIFICE FOR. LOVE =
By MARCUS D. BOWERS
Copyright, 1903. by Daily story Pub. O.,

u AHCAOTdsS Vllla, aQQlnS LnelT quota of beauty and coloring to an ideal summer picture. The elder woman was but matured prototype of her vivacious young daughter.
 Mrs. Grace Bernard did not raise her eyes from bit of embroidery on which she was making 8 pretense of working when she made the simple announcement that MT. Russell Hudson, an old friend from the city, was at the Billow hotel tor short stay, and in all probability they would see quite good deal of him."
 "You see, dear" she went on to explain, very indifferently of course, The and were friends when was a young girl- younger even than you. Grace, for was 3 mother at your age, and--well, I haven't seen him for 20 years"
 "Oh, then he is an elderly man"
 "Yes, that is, if you consider me el- derly, but" blushing slightly, T am only 3S-not so old. Now call a woman"
 ''Is he married, mother?"
 Oh, mo- dear-he never married" and Mrs. Bernard's embroidery silk sud- J6U1y UCCdIAc fcl 1AuSA SACcu61C0.
 s'Then he must be ugly, poor or bow legged, for
 Grace, what are you talking about?"
 .Then why didn't he marry?'
 "How should know? IT."
 tWell'-settling herself resignedly- 'I suppose can be prepared for week pr two of boredom. These old bachelors are not only conceited. cratic and over- bearing, but they dangle to girls skirt like tenacious little sand burs."
 Well, my dear, you may not find the sacrifice on your part so great as you anticipate," and there was an unusual ring of sarcasm In the maternal voice. ttHe was poor when I knew him, but is quoted in the millions now, and million aires, you know, can afford to be old, ugly and bow-legged-bu he Is none of these--he is very handsome and-'
 "You forget, mother, you haven't Aeen him for 20 years!" and Grace laughed merrily.
 That's true, but hope you will be civil, dear,' and Mrs. Bernard seemed suddenly to discover urgent duties within doors, and hustled away. leaving her daughter to gaze dreamily out over the blue waters of the Atlantic, as they glistened and ripple in the morning sun- shine.
 She was tall, fair and graceful, with the expectancy and joyousness of youth in face, voice and manner. She was now what her mother had been 20 years ago. when she. too, had life lying before her. with all the snares, thorns and pitfalls hidden meath the roses. When the world, once her playground had become her kingdom, and with the egotism that is pardonable in 8 beauNful, spoilt and pampered young girl. she felt she had but to stretch forth her hand and gather or reject the. desires and opportunities of life. Nothing was mpossible-she had never been denied! Happiness and com fort. riches and power, were hers by right of beauty and birth. and it would seem everything had been made subservient to her wishes, through mothers love and fathers gold
 Reaching. her own room, Mrs. Bernard restlessly paced it's length, nervously clasping and unclasping her hands and anon laughing softly to herself.
 Grace fears he will burden her with attentions! She doesn't understand, of course-but-but what if-! Oh, no-I am foolish! Positively jealous of my own child!"
 The greatest battles of life are not always fought mid the blare of trumpet, the roll of drum, the screaming of bullets
 IT the din of the cannon's roar. Over 20 years ago young girls tender love had been arrayed against paternal will, and with bleeding heart and outraged privileges, she had been torn from the embrace of her first love, and in the guise of wifehood, delivered a prisoner into an old man s keeping, whose wealth her father deemed far more desirable than pennyless youths devotion. She and Russell Hudson had not parted i'll anger. He accepted defeat as inevita- ble, yet knowing he possessed what her husband might never hope for-her un- divided love
 Fortune had smiled on him in the two iecades of separation, and on reaching New York after sojourn of several years abroad inquiry led to the revela- tion that Mrs Bernard had for two years been widow Being man of leisure. what could be more natural than a few days outing at a well known summer resort? Sentiment scarcely actuated his movements so much as curiosity. How did she look, and well--how did she feel toward him! Perhaps there yet smoul- dered within the recesses of her heart 8 spark of affection for him, that needed only his presence to kindle it into per feet confiagration of passion. In fact he did not doubt it.
 Men may forget their VOWS of love- sentiment is easily eliminated in the con- fIict for gain in which they daily engage but woman's love once bestowed, must needs be lifelong gift-it is tribute
 hey owe the sterner sex! Men expect constancy-but with them it is different of course!
 Romance with all its dreamy ethe- riality has a way of suddenly dropping it's victim into the lap of realism, jus, at a moment when the pinacle of de. H1htfuI idealism has been reached