Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-26

Mrs. Blennerhassets eyes sought but one face in the crowd Her husband
 sat on fallen tree in the background.
 His companion, with whom he was in
 earnest conversation, was small, 1.-the
 man, below the medium height, unAer
 whose high, pointed forehead dark eyes
 flashed with mesmeric power. These, and the dilated nostrils, were tho only signs of excitement. His voice was very low, his manner quiet, with move- ments restrained. except that he con- stantly poked one long forennger in bis [ listeners face. All the vehemencs of ! strong soul seemed condensed in that gesture.
 A man approached and. lowing, said:i "Col. Burr, our party from the east has come, and word has it that Mrs Blennerhasset is with them"
 Harmon Blennerhasset rose with . startled exclamation: My wife-hers? But that is not our boat!" And nc rushed to the landing, where his wife with her little sons and the others were disembarking.
 Welcome, Mavourneen! And you, Mrs.,, ,Creightoa2 And Lavender! VIII . wonders mover ssassT
 Tn the midst of the hurried explana- ton which followed, Col. Burr ap- preached He greeted the iadies with a soft cordiality rather fitted to sno drawing room than this river bank, where every lingering ray of sun served but to illumine the embracing waters. leaving the snow-pied blum on either side In dusky gloom.
 The leader invited the newly arrived voyagers to supper on his boat, and the time passed delightfully."-; enlivensd by the seductive charm of his manner and conversation. Winslow, too, was . brilliant talker when the spirit moved, and they, with the two eldsfsr women, flashed wit and wisdom tosd which the others listened with an adhn hiring attention which was . sood a fashion of the time. s
 Later. however. . current of sadnssg lay underneath the gayety. and LAvsn-. der slipped out. and up to the deck; alone.
 The moon, low-hung and van, like al dim torch lighted wandering wraek of clouds. The quiet beauty of the, night, and the lullaby of waves rocklngl the anchored boat, soothed her-dts-, pelled her fcfebodings of the unortainl morrow.
 Pardon ne-I seem destined to dis-pl turb your reveriss." 9
 She smiled faintly at Windows apspd proach. but made no reply. and for ntsr time they stood together in silence. Hsi was conscious of her mood, with an in-l stinctive delicacy commonly called feminine, but which, when 1t exists sfl all in men. is above that of women. The power of winslow's personality. lay in . happy adaptation, when hs % pleased, to the moods of others.
 "The moon has unsociably drawn b. { hind that veil of cloud. Can't I take ,l her place. and share your thoughtsi h will be as silent as . confessor, if ypu. |, command"
 You are very kind. but for your ovn sake do not open your ears to my bur~ dens. Why. they are heavy for ne, and I am . womanl" she conciuds1, smiling. s.
 "In the name of my sex. accept ths, s,t.
 He leaned against the boats edeA vatcning her. Only her profile shons. clear-cut against the background q sky. winslov was q lover of beauty in the abstract: its poeticai value appealed to him. and C was with an interest ct once sensuous and impersonal that he studied the girl before him. An almost classical cor rectness of outline vas given warmth and tone by subtle charm that seemed original with her. This charm lay la the indefnable atmosphere which enveioped her-eave her . unique personality. -shs seems so much alive," vas his mental connent upon the girl vhose thread of life asf become % closely and suddenly CT tangled with his own