Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-03-05
THE SPENDERS A TALE OF THE THIRD GENERATION
 By HARRY LEON WILSON
Copyright. by Le.hrep Publishing Company.
By HARRY LEON WILSON

''It's so good," she murmured, nest. ling on his shoulder.
 4 Uncle Peter took his honeymoon in big wagon drawn by . mule team. 200 miles over the Placerville and Red Dog trail-over the mountains from California to Nevada. But he says he never had so happy time"
 Hes m old dear! I'll kiss him how is 1t you say-'good and plenty
 By the way, forgot to ask, and it's almost too late now, but do you like cats?"
 T adore thsm-arent kittens the dearest?'
 well, you're healthy-and your nose doesn't really fall below the speci- flcations, though 1t doesn't promise that you're any too sensible-but if you can make up for it by your infatuation for cats, perhaps 1t will be all right Of course I couldn't keep you, you know, if you weren't very fond of cats, because Uncle Peter'd raise row"
 She was quite still, and he noted from the change in her soft breathing | that she slept. With his free hand he carefully shook out folded steamer rug and drew it over her. @
 For an hour he watched her, feeling the armon which she lay growing numb. He reviewed the day and the crowd cd night. He could do something after all. Among other things, now, he would drop little note to Higbee and add the news of his marriage as post script. She was actually his wife. How quickly 1t had come. His heart was full of great love for her. but he could not quite repress the pride; in his achievement-and Shepler had not been sure until he was poor! He lost consciousness himself for a little while.
 When he awoke the cold light of the morning was stealing in. He was painfully cramped, and chilled from the open window. From outside came the loud chattering of sparrows, and far away he could hear wagons as they rattled across a street of Belgian blocks from asphalt to asphalt. The light had been late in coming, and he could see sullen gray sky, full of darker clouds.
 Above the chiffonier he could see the ancient sampler.
 La Mutt Porte Conseil." It was true.
 In the cold, pitiless light of the morning a sudden sickness of doubt ing seized him. She would awake and reproach him bitterly for coercing her. She had been right, the night before it was madness. They had talked aft erward so feverishly, as if to forget their situation. Now she would face it coldly after the sleep. La Nuit Porte Conseil." Had he not been fool? And he loved her so. He would have her anyway-no mat ter what she said, now.
 She stirred, and her wide-open eyes were staring up at him-staring with hurt, troubled wonder. The amaze ment in them grew-she could not un- derstand.
 He stopped breathing. His embrace of her relaxed.
 And then he saw remembrance-rec- ognition-welcome-an there blazed into her eyes such look of whole love as makes men thrill to all good; such a look as makes them know they are men, and dare all great deeds to show 1t. Like sunrise, it flooded her face with daor unndrooc she looked, silent, motionless-in an ecstasy of pure realization. Then her arms closed about his neck with a swift little rushing, and he-still half doubt. ing, still curious-felt himself strained to her. Still more closely she clung, putting out with her intensity all his misgiving.
 She sought his lips with her own eager, pressing.
 Kiss me-kiss me-kiss me! Oh. it's all true-all true! My best-be. , loved dream has come al true, nave rested so in your arms. never knew rest before. can't remember when haven't awakened to doubt. and worry, and heart-eickness. And now it's peace-dear. dear. dearest, dear, for ever and ever and ever"
 They sat up.
 Now we shall go-get me away quickly"
 It was nearly seven. Outside the sky was still all gloom.
 In the rush of her reinsurance he had forgotten his arm. It hung limp from his shoulder.
 Tt was cramped."
 And you didn't move it?"
 They beat 1t and kneaded it gayly together, until the fingers were full of the rushing blood and able again to close warmly over her own little hand
 Now go. and let me get ready. won't be Iong."
 He went below to the library. and in the dim gray light picked up a book The Delights of Delicate Eating" He tried another. ''1O1 Sandwiches" Tho next was Famous Epicures of the Seventeenth Century" On the floor was her diary. He placed 1t on the table He heard her call him from the stairs
 Bring me up that ring from the table, plessei" He went up and handed it to her through the narrowly opened door.
 As he went down the stairs he heard the bell ring somewhere below. and went to the door. "Baggage,"