Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-09

woman loves In man! l VIII Jell you the secret. She loves courage, constancy, and honor, purpose that surmounts obstacles; she loves pur- suit; she loves the hour of surrender. Every woman builds castle of TO- nance and waits for Prince Charming to enter, and once he does, there must be game of hide and seek. Perhaps have built my castle of romance, too. wait for Prince Charming, and-a man comes, dressed as a groom. There has been game of hide and seek, but somehow he has tripped. Will you not ask me if love you?" ..
 No, no! understand. I do not want your gratitude. You are meeting generosity with generosity. l do not want your gratitude, ,"-brokenly. q want your love, every thought of your mind, every beat of your heart. Can you give me these honestly?"
 She drew off glove. Her hand be- came lost in her bosom. When she drew it forth she extended it, palm up ward. Upon it lay faded, withered rose. Once more she turned her face away. T-... ..
 He was at her side, and the hand and rose were crushed between his two hands.
 Can you give what I ask? Your love, your thoughts, your heart -beats?"
 It was her turn to remain dumb.
 Can you?" He drew her toward him perhaps roughly, being uncon- scious of his strength and the nervous energy which the sight of the rose had called into being.
 Can we give those things which are -already-given?'
 Only Warburton and the angels, or rather the angels and Warburton, to get at the chronological order of things. heard her, so low had grown her voice.
 You may tell any kind of secret to a horse; the animal will never be- tray you. Warburton would never tell me what followed; and 1 am too sen sible to hang around the horses in hopes of catching them in the act ot talking over the affair among them. selves. But I can easily imagine this bit of equine dialogue;
 Jane: Did you ever see such foolish ness?
 Dick: Never! And with all this good grass about! s
 Whatever did follow caused the girl to murmur: This is the lover love; this is the lover I have been waiting for in my castle of romance. am glad that have lost all worldly things: am glad, glad! When did you first learn that you loved me?"
 (Old, very old; thousands of year: old, and will grow to be many thou sand years older. But from woman's lips it is the sweetest question mar ever heard)
 At the Care du Nord, in Paris; thu first time I saw you"
 And you followed me across thu cean?"-wonderingly
 And when did you first learn tha you loved me?" he asked.
 (Oh the trite phrases of lovers litanyD
 When saw you in the pohce-court Mercy; what scandal! am tt marry my butler!"
 Jane: They are laughing!" ln"~ .
 Dick: That is better than weeping Besides. they will probably walk u home (Wise animalD
 He was not only wise but prophetic The lovers did walk the horses home Hand in hand they came back alon, the road, through the flame and flusl of the ripening year. The god o light burned in the far west. blendin, the brown earth with his crimson radi ance, while the purple shadows of th' approaching dusk grew larger anu larger. The man turned. What beautiful world it isl" h. said.
 ! "I begin to find it so" replied th' girl, looking not at the world, but g him.
 THE END.l Postscript:
 believe they sent William back fo i the saddle-hamper and my jehu's cap.