Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1906-06-01
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BY VIM. TRowBR1DeE HARMED.

By VIM. TROWBRIDGE LARNED.
The vast hall was packed from pit
to dome with a great concourse repre-
senting the elite of the metropolis.
The hour and the man had arrived.
The time and place seemed propitious.
Taking her hand in both his own
strong palms, rough with honest toll,
yet fashioned for caressing, he began,
with the earnestness born Of %convic-
ton:
THE time has come when you must
know all. Listen, and l will tell you
the story of my life. How true it is
that half the world does not know
how the other half lives. [ was born
of poor but honest parents"
STAY" she interrupted. mo, no
mean, go! Let us leave this sea of
upturned faces, and repair to where
we are not the cynosure of all eyes
the observed of all observers"
Listen he began again, when
they were safe from pursuit. For
years | have Rugged my awful secret
to my breast. | have passed many
sleepless nights; it has haunted my
waking hours. Torn with contending
emotion-a prey to the most crue.
anxiety that words fail to describe,
and which time alone can heal, | have
waited till the eleventh hour, hoping
against hope for the turn of fortunes
wheel. Often in the watches of the
night time has seemed to stand still,
and | have waited the coming Of the
morn with bated breath, remember
ing that"
"The darkest hour is just before
dawn'-she interjected with true
womanly intuition.
Even So" he acquiesced, hattered
that she should read his inmost
thought in a hoarse whisper, sounding
a note of warning. 81 am free to con-
TESS hat | have known the sting of
poverty, and drained the cup of sor-
row to it's dregs. Sometimes my star
as seemed to be in the ascendant.
Notwithstanding the social gulf that
separates US, my spirits rose by leaps
and bounds when you came into our
midst, filling a long-felt want in the
aching void of my affections. You
drew me to you as the needle is drawn
to the pole. Behold, | said, the lode
star of my destiny For, after all is
said and done, it is the unexpected
that happens, and, in the last an
alysis, the right man in the right
place may drive the thin edges of
the wedge into the oak of oppOsi-
ton.
Realizing that my early education
had been neglected, | burned the mid
night oil to the wee, sma' hours. Let
us give credit where credit is due. It
was in the libraries established by
that grand old man, Andrew Carnegie
where the worlds best literature is
put within the reach of all-that | ac-
quired a liberal education in less time
than it takes to tell. If | could but
apply 1t. | knew that l would soon
be rich beyond the dream of avarice,
and hat my fondest hopes would be
realized.
AT this critical juncture in my ca
reer the palladium of our liberties
were endangered, and a tidal wave Of
reform swept the country from center
to circumference, carrying all before
it. I rose to the occasion and entered
the political arena, determining to
sink or swim. | turned orator, and
the people hung on my words, and
cheered me to the echo. The news of
my coming would spread like wild
fire. Where other speakers were lis
tened to with respectful attention by
n avail hut coIAot ordtnnoa 7 uva in
variably given an ovation. My
speeches may have lacked distinction
of style, and, prepared as they were
on the spur Of the moment, I some
times neglected to round my periods;
yet they were always p~unctuated with
applause and carried conviction to the
minds of my hearers.
But a fall follows pride. I had
thought to live down my past, and
carry my secret to the grave. But
in an evil hour"
He paused, shaken with emotion,
unable to proceed further. 1t was a
scene never to be forgotten. For
though it was now high flood, and,
within the memory of the oldest in
habitant, old Sol had never afflicted
perspiring humanity with such per-
nicious activity; yet the speakers face
took on an icy pallor, and his hands
clutched convulsively at his breast.
In the deathlike silence that ensued,
you could hear a pin drop. AS he
trembled like a leaf, a book fe.l from
his nerveless fingers and lay open at
the title page.
The lady picked it up, and with I'M
erring literary instinct her trained
eye took in the contents at a glance.
She said nothing. keeping her own
counsel with a fine restraint, But her
face spoke volumes, and it was easy