Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-31
Now who are we? And what are we dolns?o cried Mrs. West


 doinsY" cried Mrs. West.
 You are Nance Doyle herself.' salt Stella. The artists fervor gave hel warmth fin spite of the dIscomfortiht tdfniratioh that the widows fetchins Appearance created. You are her trut and faithful lover"
 Yes" assehted the doctor. fervently
 Patriotism only burns brighter 1T each breast than does the love of each for each, pure, chahgeless.'
 How truly you tell 1t, breathed Mrs West
 1t is the moment of parting before the decisive battle. .
 And the pose?'
 Take that of the Huguenot lovers already immortalized; the costumes will give the needed difference '
 we must be quick about it.' de. clafed Mrs. West; "the other guests will be arriving in a moment"
 Stella was focusing.
 Ready she called | The doctor seized the widows hands l in his and pressed them to his heart She lifted to his. eyes entrancingly beautiful, for the moment brimmihs with expression of devotion; his own | twhat mans could not?J met hers with an equal ardof. Stella peering through the lens caught the glance and felt a great sob rise to her throat
 Tt seems so long sihce-so long nurmured the widow. stella felt as fl the black cloth over her head were sti- fling her. But now-at last ! breathed Moore.
 Stela's hand shook So that she could scarcely draw out the plate holder II was plain that these two had loved in the long ago Possibly the little widow had come early this afternoon looking to find him here They w.re renewing the old affection right under her eyes She had repulsed her persistent lover just once too often, and now her heart told her-too late.
 Any other pose?" ''Too late, said Stella. Her voice frightened her as she uttered the words beating in her heart. Too late. But you are content with your work?' quoted Mrs West Not if it was to give over her lover to the widow.
 You do not need me now? You do not want me?' The doctor was eager to lay aside the eontinehtals '1 can't tell until-until later develop tnents."
 But here the guests came They were captured with the grace of the old cos times
 Was there magic in the ancient thi- form. Stella wondered Had she ever fancied the doctor heavy? only Her ctilean. Had she ever thought him stiff? Only stately Clumsy? Only courtly.
 Tales of the brave days of the fevolti- tioh were rife in stelas pariors that afternoon. Each told a tale of his or her own until Mrs. Clitherai. wearing her gray hair like a duchess cofohet. and across her breast as many badges and insignia as a field marshal may boast, turned to Dr Moore.
 You say nothing she announced, "ahd you are the only one among us whose ancestor was sighor."
 And you never told me, murmured Stella in his ear.
 But you were so interested in progress. in advancement. in emancipa- ton from all old customs, how could | know you would care for such old things7"
 And your fathers family !" continued Mrs. Clitheral-hef n. A. R.. Colonial Dame. Daughters of Colonial Governors. Child of Royalty badges tinkled as she talked-"are. If mistake not, of the Moofes of North Carolina of name and fame, closely connected with the Moore. present marquis of Drogheda Castle, ireland
 And you let me boast to you of my isfmef girl ancestfess with her pail of foamy new milk" !"
 she was one to boast of brave. sim. pie true l"
 While the guests gathered about Mrs. Augustine sheppefd to hear for the hundfedth time her favotite story of the revolution: how Col Will sheppefd rode neck and neck with the captured Tory across the How Fields. the doctor whispered to Stella.
 't viii tell you nov that lt vas who pawned these contihehtals which nov wear"
 Not feally7"
 TO buy a decent coat in which 10 fead my graduating thesis
 And now
 And now I have had success enough to feel warranted in asking you again that question
 "But Mrs Vest You loved her oncs7 heard her ssy to you as you held her. oh. so closely 'it seems so long
 since you had kept us playing inc fool while you woffisd vith the eam. ers."
 And ron. sasins at her so ardentiy said At lastl IN 0. Times Demo.