Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-05

the past hour stood out in a new as- pect. The echo of recollection stirred by Lady Bramfelps voice, the re-echo of it in the sisters tones; his own blindness, hls own egregious assurance -all struck across his mind.
 Meanwhile the party about Lillian drew nearer. He felt with instinctive certainty that the supper room was its destination, but he remained motion less, held by species of fatalism. He watched her draw near with an un-. moved face, but In the brief space that passed while she traversed the corridor he gauged to the full the hold that the new atmosphere, the new existence, had gained over his mind. With an un- looked for rush of feeling he realized how dearly he would part with it.
 As Lillian came closer the meaning of her manner became clearer to him. She talked necessarily, laughing now and then, but her eyes were never quiet. These skinned the length of the corridor. taen glanced over. the heads crowded in the doorway.
 'I'll have something quite sweet, Godfrey" she was saying to the man beside her as she came within hearing. You know what like--a sort of snow- flake wrapped up in segar." As she said the words her glance wandered. Loder saw 1t rest uninterestedly on a boy Q yard or two in front of him, then move to the man over whose head he gazed, then lift itself inevitably to his face. ...
 The glance was quick and direct. He saw the look of recognition spring across it; he saw her move forward suddenly as the crowd in the corridor parted to let her pass. Then he saw what seemed to him miracle.
 Her whole expression altered, her lips parted, and she colored with annoy ance. She looked like spoiled child who, seeing bonbon box, opens it. to find it empty.
 As the press about the doorway melted to give her passage the red haired man in front of Loder was the first to take advantage of the space. "Jove, Lillian" he said, moving for ward. you look as if you expected Chilcote to be somebody else. and are disappointed to find he's only himselfw He laughed delightedly at his own joke.
 The words were exactly the tonic Lillian needed. She smiled her usual undisturbed smile as she turned her eyes upon him.
 My dear Leonard. you're using your eyeglass. When that happens you're never responsible for what you see." Her words came more slowly and with a touch of languid amusement. Her composure was suddenly restored.
 Then for the first time Loder chang ed his position. Moved by an impulse be made no effort to dissect, he stepped back to Eyes side and slipped his arm through hers-successfully concealing his left hand.
 The warmth of her skin through her long glove thrilled him unexpectedly. His impulse had been one of self de- fense, but the result was of a differ ent character. At the quick contact the wish to fight for-to hold and de- fend-the position that had grown so dear woke in renewed force. With a new determination he turned again to- ward Lillian.
 T caught the same impression without an eyeslass," he said. Why did you look like that" He asked the question steadily and with apparent though through 1t all his reason stood aghast = his common sense cried aloud that 1t was impossi- ble for the eyes that had seen his face in admiration. fin love, in contempt, to fall now in recognition. The air secm- ed breathless while he spoke and waited. His impression of Lillian was a mere shimmering of gold dress and gold hair: all that he was really of was the pressure of his hand on Eye's arm and the warmth