Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-19

OIQ IeilOW, nuSky-VOlced With WHISKY now, just as he was before. He must have been keeping it up steadily ever since the day out in the country when Tom lifted his watch. It'll take more than one lost watch to cure Edward.
 'I-followed you home, Miss Murie- son." he said, grabbing me by the hand and pushing the door closed be- hind him. ''Or is it Miss Murieson? Which is your stage name, and which your. real one? And have you really learned to remember it? For my part, any old name will smell as sweet, now that I'm close to the rose.''
 jerked my hand away from him.
 q didn't ask you to call,' I said, naughty as the dowager herself was when first I saw her in her gorgeous perior, the bishops card in her hand.
 'No, I noticed that he roared, jovially. You skinned out the front door the moment you saw me. All that was left to me was to skin after" :"
 "Why?"
 "Why!" He slapped his leg as though he'd heard the best joke in the world "To renew our acquaintance, of course. To ask you if you wouldn't like me to buy you red coat and hat like the one you left behind you that day over in Philadelphia, when you cut your visit so short. To insist upon my privilege of relationship. To call that wink you gave me in the hall that day, you little devil. Now, don't look at me like that. I say, let's be friends; won't you?"
 Not for a red coat trimmed with chinchilla," I cried.
 He got between me and the door.
 Prices gone up?" he inquired, pleasantly. "Who's pulling the stock?"
 Never you mind, so long as his name isn't Ramsay"
 But why shouldn't his name be Ramsay?' he cooed.
 Just because it isn't. I'm expect ing a friend. Hadn't you better go home to Mrs. Dowager Diamonds?"
 Bully! Is that what you call her? No, I'll stay and meet your friend"
 Better not"
 ''Oh. I'm not afraid. Does he know as much about you as I do?"
 More"
 About your weakness for other girls coats?'
 Yes
 You do know it all, don't you? And yet you care for me, Maggie Mona han!"
 I retreated before him into the din- ing-room. What in the world to do to get rid of him!
 T think you'd better go home, MT. Ramsay" I said again, decidedly. "If you don't, I'll have to call the janitor to put you out"
 Gall. sweetheart. He'll put you out with me; for I'll tell him thing or two about you, and we'll go and find a better place than this. Stock can't be quoted so high, after all, if this is the best prospectus your friend can put up. Why don't you call?" .s-- a.,. .- ....4r
 looked at him. I was thinking.
 "Well?" he demanded.
 "I've changed my mind"
 Oh. Mag. Mag did you ever see the man-ugly as a cannibal he may be and old as the cannibals great-grand- father-that couldn't be persuaded he was a lady-killer?
 His manner changed altogether. He plumped down on the lounge and pat ted the place beside him invitingly, giving me a wink that was deadly.
 But. Mrs. Dowager." I exclaimed, 
 "Oh. that's all right. little one. She hasn't even missed me yet. When she's playing bridge she forgets even to be jealous"
 Playing bridge" murmured, sweetly. "'way of in Philadelphia, while you. you naughty man..
 Oh. he loved that,
 Not so naughty as-as I'd like to De-" he beloved. heavily witty. And she isn't way off in Philadelphia either. She's just round the corner at Mrs. Gates. and-what's the mat ter?"
 "Nothing-nothing. Did she recog- size mel"
 "Oh. that's what scared you. is it? She didn't recognize you. Neither did :. till I got that second glimpse of ,ou with your hat and jacket on. But sven if she had-ho, hoi hO! l say: io you know. you couldn't convince the bishop and Henrietta. if you'd talk till doomsday. that that red coat and hat we advertised weren't taken by a little girl that was daffy. Fact; ! swear it! They admit you took the .oat. you little witch. but it was when gou were out of your inind-of course of course! The very fact that she eft the coat behind her and took nothing else from the house shows a mind diseased insisted Henrietta. Of course-of course, And her com .ng for no reason al all 10 your house dds the Bishop. Say. what Eas the reason?"
 Maggie. I'll tell you a hard thing: | isn't when people think worse Of rou than you are. but better. that you pink earth-sters they are. the sweet. feel mos. uncomfortable. got pale and sick inside of me al the thought of my poor little bishop. I loved him for believing me straight and
 I've been dying of curiosity to know what was in your wise little