Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-14

| AAO tAAAAN y J0SSSANSy WAIVE AAtSe y0os And so you called me heartless? Now tell me just what you expect . woman in my position to do. offered to go to you when you were ready. Surely that showed my spirit-and you haven't known me these years without knowing 1t would have to be that or nothing"
 Well, hang it, it wasn't like the last time, and you know it; you're not kind any longer. You can be kind, can't you?"
 Her lip showed faintly the curl of scorn.
 No, I can't be kind any longer. Oh, see you've known your own mind so little; there's been so little depth to 1t all; you couldn't dare. It was fool ish to think I could show you my mind"
 But you still care for mel" 1 No, no: don't. You should have no reason to think so if I did When heard you'd made it up hated you, and I think I hate you now. Let us go back. No, no, please don't touch me-ever again."
 ] Farther downtown in the cozy draw ing-room of a house in side street east of the avenue, two other persons were talking A forid and profusely freckled young Englishman spoke pro- 1 testingly from the hearth-rug to 2 | woman who had the air of knowing emphatically better.
 But, my dear Mrs. Drelmer, you know, really, can't take curate with me, you know, and send up word won't she be good enough to come downstairs and marry me directly-not when I've not seen her, you know!"
 "Nonsense!" replied the lady, unim- pressed You can do 1t nearly that way, if you'll listen to me. Those westerners perform quite in that man. ner, assure you. They call it 'hus- ting"
 Dear mel"
 "Yes. indeed, dear you And an- other thing. want you to forestall that Milbrey youth, and you may Je sure he's no farther away than Tuxedo or Meadowbrook. Now. they arrived yesterday: they'll be unpacking to-day and settling tomorrow: I'll call the day after. and you shall be with me-"
 And you forget that-that devil suppose she's as good as her threat?'
 Absurd! How could she be-" ! I..,k y,rou, h.- xv,,, lnnu, onp the old beggar. either. by Jove!"
 "All the more reason for haste. We'll call tomorrow. Wait. Better still. perhaps can enlist the Gwilt- Atnelston; I'm to meet her tomorrow. I'll let you know Now must get into my tea harness. so run along" We are next constrained to glance at a strong man bowed in the hurt of a great grief Horace Milbrey sits alone in his gloomy, high-ceilinged library. His attire is immaculate. His slender. delicate hands are beautifully white. The sensitive lines of his fine face tell of the strain under which he labors.
 A servant passed the open door bearing an immense pasteboard box with one end cut out to accomm odate the long stems of many roses,
 "Jarvis!"
 "Yes. sir!"
 | What is it?"
 Flowers. sir. for Miss Avice.s | Let me see-and the card?" He took the card from the florists envelope and glanced at the name.
 Take them away" The stricken man was once more alone; yet now 1t was as if the tender beauty of the flowers had balmed his hurt--taught him to hope anew. Let us in all sympathy and hope retire.
 For cheerfuller sights we might ob. serve Launton Oldaker in musty curio-shop. delighted over a pair of silver. candlesticks with square bases and futed columns. fabricated in the reign of that fortuitous monarch. Charles H.: or we might glance in upon the Higbees in their section of a French chateau. reproduced up on the stately Riverside drive. where they complete the details of a dinner to be given on the morrow.
 Or perhaps it were better 10 be con- cerned with a matter more welghty than dinners and antique candlesticks. The search need never be vain. even in this world of persistent frivolity. As, for example:
 "Tell Mrs. Van Geist if she can't come down. I'll run up to her"
 "Yes. Miss Milbrey."
 Mrs. Van Geist entered a moment later.
 Why. Avice. child. you're glowing. aren't you?"
 q must be, suppose-I've just walked down from Fifty-ninth street. and before that walked in the park. Feel how cold my cheeks sre-Mutter- chen"
 ''It's good for you Now VIC shall have some tea. and tslk-"
 "Yes-rm hungry for both. and some of those funny little cakes
 Come back where the fire is. dear: the tea has just been brought There. take the big chair"
 sIt always feels like you-like your arms. Mutterchen-and l am tired
 And throw of that coat There's the lemon. if yos're afraid of cream"
 -I sfsh I weren't afraid of anything but cream
 You told ne you weren't afraid of