Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-03-02

It was heady wine for the morning. He described himself briefly as lu- natic. and walked on again. But the crazy notion would not be gone. The day before he had been passive. Now he was active, acutely aware of him. self and all his, wants. He walked a mile trying to dismiss the idea. He sat down again, and 1t flooded back upon him with new force.
 Her people were gone. She had even intimated wish to talk with him again. It could be done quickly. He knew. He felt the primitive superior ity of mans mere brute force over woman. He gloried in his kno ted muscles and the crushing power of his desires.
 Afterward, she would reproach him bitterly. They would both be unhap- py. It was no matter. It was the present, the time when he should be living. He would have her, and Shep- might have had the One Girl mine-but this girl, never!
 He crossed the ferry and went to the hotel, where he shaved and fresh- ened himself. He found Grant, the porter, waiting for him when he went downstairs, and gave him written di. rections to the railroad people to have the car attached to the Chicago express leaving at eight the next morning; also instructions about his baggage.
 q expect there will be two of us, Grant; see that the car is we'll stocked; and here, take this; go to a fl rist's and get about four dozen pink roses La France-can you remember?-pink don't take any other color, and be sure they're fresh. Have breakfast ready by the time the train starts"
 "Yes, Mistah Puhs'val!" said Grant, and added to himself: "Yo suttiny do cay yo'se'f mighty handsome, Mistah Man!"
 Going out of the hotel, he met Laun- ton Oldaker, with whom he chat ed a few moments. and then bade goo1-by.
 Oldaker, with sensitive regard f r the decencies, refrained from express ing the hearty sympathy he felt for a man who would henceforth be com pelled to live out of the world.
 Percival walked out to Broadway, re- volving his plan. He saw it was six o'clock. He could do nothing for at least an hour. When he noted this he became conscious of his hunger. He had eaten nothing since morning. He turned into restaurant on Madison square and ordered dinner. When he had eaten, he sat with his coffee for a final smoke of delibe ation. He went over once more the. days argu- ments for and against the novel en- prise. He had become insensible, how ever, to all the dissenting ones. AS last rally, he tried to picture the diff culties he might encounter. He faced all he could imagine.
 By God. I'll do it!"
 "Oui, monsieur! said the waiter, who had heen standing dreamily near. startled into attention by the SD ken words.
 That's all-give me the check"
 He drove first to the Mil5rey house, on the chance that she might be at home. Jarvis answered his ring.
 Miss Milbrey is with Mrs. Van Geist, sir" Jarvis spoke regretful y. He had reasons of his own for believ- ing that the severance of the Milbr y relationship with Mir Zines had been nothing short of calamitous.
 He rang Mrs. Van Geist's bell, five minutes later.
 "The ladies haven't come ba"k, sir. I don't know where they might ba. Perhaps at the valners', in Fifty-sec- ond street, sir"
 He rang the Valners' bell.
 Mrs. Van Geist and Miss Mlbrey? They left at least half an hour ago, sir"
 GO down the avenue sl wly, driver!"
 At Fortieth street he looked down to the middle of the block.
 Mrs. Van Geist. alone, was just alighting from her coupe.
 He signaled the driver.
 GO to the other address again. in Thirty-seventh street"
 Jarvis opened the door.
 "Yes. sir, thank you. sir-Miss Mil brey is in, sir. I'll see, sir"
 He crossed the Rubicon of a doc mat and stood in the unlighted hall. At the far end he saw light comirg from a door that he knew opened into the library.
 Jarvis came into the light. Behind him appeared Miss Milbrey in the doorway.
 Miss Milbrey says will you enter the library, MT. Bines"
 (Tc Be Contnued.l