Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-01-27

mine does"
 She did not reply. but stepped to: the window and pressed her brow to the chilled pane. A yellow and purple line marked the path of the vanished sun; the million stars sparlSled above; faraway she could see the lights of the city Of what was she thinking, dreaming? Was she dreaming of heroes such as we poets and novelists invent and hang upon the puppet-' beam? An, the pity of these dreams the young girl has,! She dreams of heroes and of god-like men and of the one that is to come. But, ah; he never comes; and the dream fades and dies and the world becomes real. A man may find his ideal, but woman, never. To youth. the fields of love; to man, the battle-ground; to old age, chair in the sunshine and the wreck of dreams!
 ''The government ought to pay you well if those plans are successful" She moved away from the window.
 "Yes, the government ought to pay me well. I should like to make you rich, dearie. and happy"
 'Why, daddy, am not both? have more money than know what to do with, and I am happy in having the kindest father" She came around the table and caressed him, cheek to cheek. Money isn't everything. It just makes me happy to do anything for you
 His arm grew tense around her waist.
 Do you know what was running through my mind at the embassy last night? I was thinking how deeply love this great wide country of mine. AS looked at the ambassador and his aides, was saying to myself, You dare not!' It may have been silly, but I couldn't help it. We are the greatest people in the world. When I compared foreign soldiers with our own. how my heart and pride swelled! No for malities, no race prejudice, no false pride. I was never introduced to foreign officer that I did not fear him, with his weak eyes, his affected man. nerisms, his studied rudeness, not to me, but the country I represented. How I made some of them dance! Not for vanity's sake: rather the inborn patriotism of my race had only to think of my father, his honorable scars. his contempt for little things, his courage, his steadfastness, his love for his country, which has so honored him with it's trust. Oh. I am a patriot; and I shall never, never marry man whose love for his country does not equal my own." She caught up her fathers mutilated hand and kissed it. And even now this father of mine is planning and planning to safeguard his country
 But you must not say anything to a soul, my child; it must be secret till all is ready. I met Karloff to-day at the club. He has promised to dine with us tomorrow night
 Make him postpone it. have prom ised to dine with Nancy Warburton.' .' 'li"You had better dine with us and spend the evening with your friend. Do you not think him a handsome fel- low?"
 He is charming" She touched the bowl of peoples with her fingers and smiled.
 He is very wealthy. too"
 Betty offered no comment.
 What did they do to that internal rascal who attempted to run away with you and Mrs. Chadwick
 He was arrested and locked up"
 "I hope they will keep him there. And what reason did he give the police for attempting to run away with you?' He said that he had made wager with some serving-maids to drive them from the embassy He claims to have got the wrong number and the wrong carriage"
 "A very likely story"
 Yes, a very likely story."-and Betty. still smiling, passed on into the music-room. where she took her violin from it's case and played some rollick- ing measures from Offenbach.
 At the same time her father arose and went out on the lawn. where he walked up and down. with a long, quick stride. From time to time a wailing note from the violin ioated out to him, and he would stop and raise his haggard face toward heaven His face was no longer masked in smiles; it was grief-stricken. self-ab- horring. At length he softly crossed the lawn and stood before the music-room window. An, no fretting care sat or yonder face. nor pain. nor trouble; youth. only youth and some pleasant thought which the music had aroused How like her mother. How like heI mother,
 Suddenly he smote himself on tht brow with olenehed hand Wretch. GOd-forsaken wretch. how have you kept your trust? And how wonder child has stabbed you. My country. My honor! My cour. age and steadfast1ess, Mockery."
 CHAPTER XI.
 THE FIRST RIDE