Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-09
THE MAN ON THE BOX By HAROLD MacGRATH Author of "The Grey Cloak" "The Puppet Crown
Copyright, 1904, The Bobbs- Merrill Company.

to put IHeH. OH! -Wlln Seo'Ao full of despair and unshed tears. why have you done all this? Why this mean masquerade, this submitting to the humiliations I have contrlyed, for you, this act of generosity? Why?"
 Perhaps she knew the answers to her own questions, but, womanllke' wanted to be told.
 And at that moment, though l am not sure, l believe Warburton's guard ing angel gave him some secret advice.
 You ask me why have played the fool in the motley?"-fnding the strength of his voice. Why l have submitted in silence to your just hu- milations? Why I have acted what you term generously? Do you mean to tell me that you have not guessed that riddle?"
 She turned her delicate head aside and switched the grasses with her rid ing-crop.
 "Well'-finging aside his cap which he had been holding in his hand Il will tell you. I wanted to be near you. I wanted to be, what you made me, your servant It is the one great hap- piness that I have known. have done all these things because-because, God help me. love you! Yes, love you, with every beat of my heart!-lltt- ing his head proudly. Upon his face love had put the hallowed seal. DO not turn your head away, for my love is honest I ask nothing, nothing; expect nothing. I know that It IS hopeless. What woman could love 2 man who has made himself ridiculous in her eyes, as I have made myself in yours ?"-bitterly.
 'No. not ridiculous; never that!" she interrupted her face still averted. He strode toward her hastily, and for a moment her heart almost ceased to beat. But all he did was to kneel at her feet and kiss the hem of her rid ing-skirt. He rose hurriedly. God bless you, and good-by!' He knew that if he remained he would lose all control. crush her madly in his arms. and hurt her lips with his de- spairing kisses. He had not gone a dozen paces, when he heard her call pathetically He stopped.
 "Mr. Warburton, surely you are not going to leave me here alone with the 1 horses?'
 Pardon me, I did not think! l am confused!" he blundered.
 You are modest, too" Why is it that. at the moment a man succumbs ] to his embarrassment, woman rises above hers? Come nearer,"-a con- mand which he obeyed with some he's itation. You han oeen.s ereem. a butler, all for the purpose of telling me that you love me. Listen. Love l is like a pillar based upon a dream: one by one we lay the stones of beauty, of courage, of faith, of honor, of stead fastness. We wake. and how the beau tiful pillar tumbies about our ears! What right have you to build up your pillar upon dream of me? What do you know of the real woman-for l have all the faults and vanities of the sex; what do you know of me? How do you know that I am not selfish ? that am constant? that I am worthy Q mans loving?'
 Love is not like Justice. with pair of scales 10 weigh this or that do not ask why love you: the knowledge is all I need And you are not selfish, inconstant, and God knows that you are worth loving. AS I said, ask for nothing
 "On the other hand" she continued, as if she had not heard his interpola- ton. "I know you thoroughly. have
 had evidence of your courage. your steadfastness. your unselfishness. Do
 not misunderstood me. I am proud
 that you love me. This love of yours
 which asks for no reward, only the
 right to confess. ought to make any