Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-03-28

CueTlSHeO tue memory OI tuOSe promises and the hope that one day her lover would return.
 Paul Maitland was one of the few people who knew the whole story, and in spite of that he had asked her to marry him.
 The question had grieved Miss East wicks soul It seemed to be reflec- tion on her constancy, and she was not little afraid.that this unexpected de- velopment might end their friendship
 But he had spoken strongly-a great deal too strongly-on the subject ot wasted affections. pink-and-white boys and so forth-he who Sas really impos- sible ugly. And yet
 As though to convince herself of his tmpossibility, Miss Eastwick picked up . sepia sketch of mans head-it was m ugly face, with the determined jaw and deep-set eyes-and laid it for mo. ment beside the water color in its dainty silver frame. She laughed; the contrast WYE too funny!rvH s.d+ ,>+1i ,-fo,,a +utr
 Miss Eastwick stood painting in her studio before an easel, making the most of the early spring sunshine. The many successful portraits at last years exhibitions had brought her more work than she could do, and she rose early and labored hard for love of her art.
 Paul Maitland had sometimes brought his fiddle and played to her in the after. moons when her visitors had depart cd, but to-day he had not come, and she missed his dark, ugly face, his deep, refined voice expressing her own half formed, wholly inexpressible thoughts.
 An! there was knock. It must be he! He would not stay away simply because she could not marry him. A faint. becoming blush rose to her cheek. Yes, 1t was a mans tread coming up. stairs, but not Maitland's, surely! Tbis was heavier. And this red-faced, red-bearded man, with meaningless light eyes! Who could he be? Who? And then in Q moment she knew.
 ''Harry!"
 My gracious! what elegant quarters! Belle, you are c peach!"
 A twang that might have been cut with knife!
 Miss Eastwick was speeches.. She glanced from the uncompromising figure on the hearth rug to the water color on the wall, and only sickenins dread that he Fad come to claim her promise kept her from bursting into uncomfortable laughter at the shatter- ing of her idol
 '"I've times and times seen your name in the illustrated papers we've had in Lima" he was saying. painting daugh- ters and wives of millionaires. duchesses and lords, and even royal princess. Haven't the boys stared when I've told them how you and were going to be married when my ship came tn!"
 "Ycu spoke of me like that." Miss Eastwick thought: and 1t was for you that sent away Paul! And I thought it mattered what man looked like,"
 You're an elegant little woman enough" Mir. Lawton continued. conde- scendingly. Eliza. now. is a different build of . woman. Would make three of you."
 Who could Eliza be!
 She was a bit jealous of you, can say. I've often laid it on how pretty and dainty you were. to rifle her; but I'd always bring her round by telling how. if I'd married you. we'd have been sitting on spindle-legged chairs reading Tn Memoriam' or some such twaddle. and Eliza'd feel mighty pleased with herself
 A great content had come upon Miss Eastwick.
 Eliza is your wife. Is she not with 1 Touf" You bet, Eliza wouldn't give up the nance of seeing Washington and the states in hurry"
 Why did you not bring her with i Fou?- said IsobeL T should have been delighted to see her"
 Tell you the truth Belle. I didn't quite know how you'd take my mar riage. Of course. I knew there was . soft Of promise between us, but noth- sg in writing mind you- Being an old raid. and that thought you might cut D roughL"
 -On the contrary.- said Miss East Biek, eAseffully, fit would have bsen