Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-06

uwelt in this new, unreal world-that ', he elected to tell her of his difference with his father, and when one walks through mage of unrealities nothing seems to coiie amiss or to cause sur prise. He detailed the very words they had used. and to Millicent Chyne It did not sound like real quarrel such as might affect two lives to their very end. It was not important; 1t did not come into her life, for at that moment she did not know what her life was.
 And so," said Jack Meredith. finish ing his story, i've have begun badly as badly as the most romantic might desire"
 But it will be all right in day or two. will it not? It is not serious. '' fhe said.
 T am afraid it is serious, Millicent." He took her hand with gravity which made matters worse.
 What is to be done, JackT" she said, laying her two hands on his breast and looking up pleadingly.
 "There are two things" he answer ed. "The first and the simplest" he went on in the tone of voice which she had never quite fathomed-half cyn- ical, half amused-"is to pretend that last night-never was." He waited for her verdict.
 We will not do that" she replied softly; i've will take the other alterna- tive, whatever it is."
 She glanced up half shyly beneath her lashes, and he felt that no dif11- culty could alright him.
 "The other is generally supposed to be very difficult" he said. "It means | waiting"
 "Why"
 Because I am dependent on my ia ther for everything. We could not marry without his consent"
 "But we can surely get that. between us?"
 T propose doing without it."
 'Do you know what should like you to be?" she said, with bright smile and one of those sudden descents into shallowness which he appeared to like. "What?"
 "A politician"
 "Then I shall be a politician" he answered, with loverllke promptness. That would be very nice," she said, and the castles she at once began to build were not entirely aerial in their structure. This was not a new idea. They had talked of politics before as possible career for himself. They had moved in circle where politics and politicians held first place, circle removed above the glamour of art and wherein bohemianism was not reckoned an at traction.
 "But," he said, "it will mean wait. ing"
 'I don't care," she answered.
 "Of course," he went on. 'r must go away. That Is the only way to get on in politics in these days. must go away and get speciality. must know more about some country than any other man, and when come back must keep that country ever before the eye of the intelligent British workman who reads the halfpenny evening paper That is fame-that is politics."
 But you must not so very far" she said sweetly. .......
 Africa"
 "Africa? That does not sound inter. esting."
 "It is interesting. Moreover. 1t is the coming country. may be able to make money out there. and money is a neces- sity at present"
 "I do not like 1t, Jack." she said in Q foreboding voice. "When do you go?'
 "At once. In fact. 1 came to say goodby. It is better to do these things very promptly; to disappear before the onlookers have quite understood what is happening. When they begin to un- derstand. they begin to interfere. They cannot help it. will write to Lady Cantourne. if you like" -.-
 No. I will tell her."
 So he bade her goodby. md those things that lovers say were duly said; but they are not for us to chronicle.