Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-18
Loves '
 A w ak eni1g
ALBERT J. KLTNcK

nuSDauu noluln& Iokde0 news paper, the wife toying with costly fan. The light from the single lamp hardly penetrated to the corners of the large room, and the fire in the grate had burned so low that 1t was all but out.
 "Yes," the wife said, "it is time a change took place. We cannot agree. There is no comfort for either of us here" ~t
 Constance Harcourt rose from her seat, casts the fan carelessly upon the table, took up a book that was lying there, and left the room.
 Arthur Harcourt did not move until he heard footsteps in the room above; then he reused himself and thought over what his wife had said. His brow was furrowed at first, his breast Fheaved Then he laughed. It really was such huge joke. Constance go- ing to leave him! Constance going to-. He laughed again. But his levity was suddenly cut short, for he heard a swish of skirts in the hall way, and a few hurried words spoken in an undertone. A moment later Chalmers, the butler, came into the room, placed upon the table tray holding a bottle and single glass, and was about to withdraw when Har- court asked:
 "To whom were you just speak ing?"
 Mrs. Harcourt, sir," he replied. And what was the conversation about?" .*fa "She asked me would please carry some parcels for her," said Chalmers.
 ''Is she dressed for the street?" "Yes, sir"
 "Tell Mrs. Harcourt desire to see her at once." lG
 "Yes, sir," said Chalmers, leaving | the room. Arthur Harcourt was walking up and down when his wife entered. She came in noiselessly, and he was not l aware of her presence until he heard 1 her "Well?' in a high. clear voice. "You are carrying this farce too | far, Constance" he began.
 'You forget" she said. "We have alreaay gone beyond the bounds of 1 farce. We have entered the realm of l drama"
 Be careful that the end of 1t will not be tragedy" he said coldly. Where are you going?"
 And ii I refuse to answer your l question:" $4I1 Where are you going?" he asked again.
 Constance said nothing. Are you going to your father" 1 0ToarhonS and DArhQnS mt " Say yes or no," Harcourt demand ed.
 | "I shall do neither"
 l Arthur Harcourt stood still. For one awful moment his eyes were fierce l ly upon her. Then he stretched forth | his hands to clutch at her white throat, l but she quickly withdrew, closing the l door behind her and locking it from 1 the outside. Then she motioned to l Chalmers, and led the way to an un- l used wing of the large house. Here she | removed her gloves, hat and wraps, and turning up the lamp, addressed the bewildered butler;
 "You are to tell no one of my pres ence here. When the opportunity presents itself bring my meals to me. l y | to mind what have told her. She'll understand. Should my husband ask where you went with me, tell him I l entered cab at the corner. and dis missed you You are positively not to | tell him II am here. Do you under stand, Chalmers?"
 "Yes, Mrs Harcourt, I understand" | he replied.
 For the next two or three days Ar thur Harcourt was in daze. He summed his friends, acted queerly when at his business and when even l ing came sat alone In the great room that had been the scene of his last in- terview with his wife. He could not read, he could not sleep. The mem read, he could not sleep. The memory of that evening chung to him like leech. There were times when Chalmers felt ex- | tremely sorry for his master, especial Iy when he found him sitting alone in the evening. And it was because he felt this way that he one night ad- mitted Sam Truxton into Harcourt's s presence. Chalmers had strict orders to state that his master was at home to no one. On this occasion, however, he saw fit to disobey. reasoning that quiet little chat with a friend would be of great benefit to his master
 Upon entering the room Truxton started at sight of the dejected figure in the large armchair. Harcourt looked
 bad enough in the daytime, but at night, in the yellow glow of the lamp, he looked positively ghastly.
 This Il never do. Arthur" Trux.
 ton began. And I'm going to be
 frank with you. This story about your
 wife's being away Is all bosh. She's
 here in the very city. She's"
 Good God, Truxton," cried liar
 court, where Is she?"
 Then you don't know?"
 "No."
 "I suspected that from the first, 1"
 said Truxton. "I knew it was that
 that worried you. And as a friend l
 feel it my duty to tell you what I
 heard last evening"