Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-17

 unwr1rten law that those who love ui best are not always the best nurses 1 for us.
 When at last sleep came to the child 1t was in Jocelyn's arms that he lay with that utter abandonment of pose which makes a sleeping infant and q sleeping kitten more graceful than any living thing Marie leaned over Nes torius until her dusky cheek almost touched Jocelyn's fair English one. "Hc is asleep" she whispered And her great dark eyes probed Jocelyn's face as if wondering whether her arms, bearing that burden, told her that this was the last sleep.
 Jocelyn nodded gravely, and con tinued the gentle swaying motion af fected by women under such circum stances.
 Nestorius continued to sleep, and at last Marie, overcome by sleep herself lay down on her bed. Thus it came about that the dawn found Jocelyn moving softly in the room, with Nestorius asleep in her arms A pink light came creeping through the trees, presently turning to n golden yellow, and, behold, 1t was light It was little cooler, for the sea breeze had set in. The cool air from the surface of the water was rushing inland to supply the place of the heated atmosphere rising toward the sun. With the breeze came the increased murmur of the distant surf. The dull continuous sound seemed to live amid the summits of the trees far above the low built house. It rose and fell with long drawn rhythmic swing. Already the sounds of life were min gling with 1.-the low of COW, the growing of the cocks, the hum of the noisier daylight insect life.
 Jocelyn moved to the window, and her heart suddenly leaped to her throat
 On the brown turf in front of the house were two men stretched side by side as if other hands had laid them there dead. One man was much bigger than the other. He was of exceptional stature. Jocelyn recognized them al- most immediately-Guy Oscard and Joseph. They had arrived during the night and, not wishing to disturb the sleeping household, had lain them down in the front garden to sleep with a quiet conscience beneath the stars. The action was so startlingly charac- teristic, so suggestive of the primeval, simple man whom Oscard represented as one born out of time, that Jocelyn laughed suddenly.
 While she was still at the window Marie rose and came to her side. Nes- torius was still sleeping. Following the direction of her mistress eyes, Marie saw the two men. Joseph was sleeping on his face. after the manner of Thomas Atkins all the world over. Guy Oscard lay on his side, with his head on his arm.
 ''That is 80 like Guy Oscard," said Marie, with her patient smile; "so like, SO like. It could be no other man-to do thing like that"
 Jocelyn gave Nestorius back to his mother, and the two women stood for a moment leaking out at the sleepers. little knowing what the advent of these two men brought with it for one of them. Then the Englishwoman went to change her dress, awaking her brother as she passed his room.
 It was not long before Maurice Cor don had hospitably awakened the travellers and brought thYn In to change their torn and ragged clothes for something more presentable. It would appear that Nestorius was not particular. He did not mind dying on the kitchen table if need were. His mother deposited him on this table on a pillow, while she prepared the break fast with that patient resignation which seemed to emanate from having tasted of the worst that the world has 10 give.
 Joseph was ready the first, and he promptly repaired to the kitchen. where he set to work to help Marie with hls customary energy.
 It was Marie who first perceived a difference Tn Nestorius. His dusky It, tie face was shining with a sudden, weakening precipitation. his limbs lay llfelcssly, with lack of their usual comfortable looking grace.
 Cor she said quickly. Fetch Miss Gordon."
 Jocelyn came. and Maurice and Guy Oscard; for they had been together in the dining room when Joseph delivered Marie's message.
 Nestorius was wide awake now. When he saw oscard his small face suddenly expanded into n brilliant grin.
 Bad caser' he said.
 It was rather startling. until Marie, spoke.
 "IIe thinks you are sir. Meredith" she said. Mfr. Meredith taught him to say had case.'"
 Nestorius looked from one to the other with gravely speculative eyes, which presently closed.
 "IIc Is dying-yes.- said the mother, looking at Jocelyn.
 Oscari knew more of this matter