Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-01-21

other occasion was discovered by hitherto happily married woman, 1T her husbands dressing room, toggeo out in mans attire. That woman did not seek refuge in the divorce court She set out to win her husband back again and she did it, no thanks to An gela Heriot."
 Cassie grew white.
 Either all that is a mass of false. hoods" said he doggedIy, "or her life for the past two years has been so pure that all trace of her former degradation has vanished"
 You are all wrong, Cassie,"I inter. rupted. Some day shall tell you ex- actly how" a
 From that moment Cassie pinned hi. faith to me. vanderhof jeered no long er-on the contrary, he spoke of Miss Heriot once in awhile and always with respect, and we three often sat through the play together but he was sorry for Cassie and Cassie, knowing 1t, avoided him. I was all that was left, SO be- came contident-in-chief to the hero.
 Night by night the actress climbed higher in the affections of the public, and 1t was noteworthy that the com mon element in the audience grew less, while the representatives of the first families" increased. The press mar veled over the change wrought in two short years, and was eulogistic, as we'll as critical.
 One evening Cassie and were re- turning from the theater, rehashing the same old subject when he grasped my arm.
 Miss Heriot is in that cab, Win. saw her face at the window when it passed the electric light. The second cab is following hers, What do you suppose 1t E,eans?"
 Lets find out" said I, hastening my steps.
 ''She lives just around the corner" ! Cassie went on. TT was intending to walk past the house. 7"
 We turned the corner in time to see two women leave the first cab and en- ter an ordinary brown-stone house. A man alighted from the second and crossing the sidewalk with rather an uncertain step, disappeared within the vestibule.
 He's drunk" said Cassie, and broke into 8 run.
 When we reached the house. the front door stood open and the light from the hall gas jet streamed out upon the pavement No one was in sight. We entered, treading softly and voice guided us to a room on the right.
 Angie the man was saying thick Iy, come here and kiss me. Why dc you stand there like piece of marble and pretend not to know me? I'm Mo Intyre, and you're the same old Angie. but 8 deuced sight better looking. You've eluded me ever since you came back to old New Yor'7, but tracked you tonight, old girl"
 Cassie seized my shoulder. His face was ghastly I stepped forward and loo,,ed into the room.
 Angela Heriot stood behind a table with her hands resting upon it, and her eyss fixed in loathing upon her unwel- come visitor
 You will please leave me at once.' she said calmly. T do not know you, nor do wish to-"
 The caller lurcked a step toward her.
 Angie, have I changed such lot? I'm going to kiss you"
 My hand is over an electric button,' y said Miss Heriot, with flashing eyes. 'sDo not come one step nearer"
 Tn spite of her words and her for nidable attitude lie started toward her and I was about to precipitate myself into the room, when voice from an other direction made us both pause.
 Blair Mcintyre, stand still. Don't move or I'll shoot's
 The voice, harsh and unlovely, rang faniliarly into my ears. Tn the door, way leading into an adjoining room stood a woman with revolver in her hand, woman, the counterpart of the one by the table, in face and form, the real Angela Heriot. My suspicious were confirmed. I heard a gasp be- hind me. Cassie was leaning over my shoulder and I heard him mutter, Thank Cool"
 The woman in the doorway stepped farther into the room, and Cassie and stared eagerly.
 Blair Mcintyre" the harsh voice re- peated. T shall certainly shoot you If you touch that girl I'll give you to understand that Angela Heriot second is made of different material from An gels Heriot first. It was my name alone that you helped to besmirch but long since finished with you and your kind forever. Now you may go "
 Cassie and I stepped back into the shadows of the hall and Mcintyre stumbled out. Cassie closed the door after him and entered the room where the two women still stood in each oth- er's embrace. The younger Angela gave little cry of delight, and started forward, but the mother held her back
 "Who are they, ma chere?" she asked.
 Angela bIushed viyidly. ...
 "This is MT. Brough--I told yo, about him, mother-and his friend, MT Winston. whom I have not met, but who has watched me play many Himes." The protecting arm stole again about the elder woman's waist T an