Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-05

would tell Hurd this, and, meantime, held out his hand to Hay. In spite of the bad character he had heard of that young man. he saw no reason why he should not be civil to him. until he found him out. Meantime, he was on his guard.
 "One moment" said Gre1on, grasp ing the outstretched hand. T have something to say to you," and he walked a little way with Paul. q am going in to see Fash on business which means a little money to me. I was the unfortunate cause of your accident Beecot so think you might accept f20 or 50 from me-"
 "No, thank you all the same," said Paul gratefully, yet with certain amount of caution. T can struggle along. After all. 1t was an accident"
 You are a hard hearted sort of chap" said Hay coldly, but rather an noyed at his friendly advances being fouted. "Well, then, If you won't ac- cept loan, let me help you in another way. Come dine at my rooms have young publisher coming also, and if you meet him he will be able to do something for you. He's under obliga- tions to me, and you may be certain I'll use all my influence in your favor. Come, now-next Tuesday-that's week of. You can't have any engage ment at such long notice."
 Paul smiled. T never do have any engagements" he said, with his boyish smile, thank you. I'll look in if I can."
 Then I count on you," said Hay. This publisher will do lot for you. By love, what good looking girl"
 He said this under his breath. Miss Maud Krill appeared on the doorstep where the two young men stood and stumbled against Grexon in passing. His hat was off at once, and he apolo- gized profusely. Miss Krill, who seemed young woman of few words, as Paul thought from her silence in the office, smiled and bowed, but pass ed on, without saying a thank you" Mrs. Krill followed, escorted by the treacherous Fash, who was all smiles and hand washings and bows. Ap- parently he was quite convinced that the widows story was true, and Paul felt sick at the news he would have to tell Sylvia. Fash saw the young man and, meeting his indignant eyes, dart ed back into his office like rabbit into its burrow. The widow sailed out in her calm, serene way, without look at either Paul or his companion. Yet the young man had an instinct that she saw them both.
 "Thats the mother, I expect" said Hay, putting his glass firmly into his eye. "A handsome pair. Cad, Paul, that young woman-eh?"
 Perhaps you'd like to marry her." said Paul bitterly.
 Hay drew himself up stifly. T don't marry stray young women l see on the street, however attractive" he said in his cold voice. "I don't know either of these ladies'"
 "Pash will introduce you if you make 1t worth his while."
 "Why the deuce should I?" retorted Hay, staring.
 Well" said Beecot impulsively tell ing the whole of the misfortune that had befallen itt.l, that is the wife and that is the daughter of Aaron Norman, alias Krill The daughter inherits five thousand year, so marry her and be happy"
 But your DulcineaT' asked Grexon, dropping his eyeglass In amazement.
 "She has me and poverty" said Paul, turning away. Nor could the quiet call of Hay make him stop. But at the end of the street he looked back and saw Grexon entering the office of the lawyer If Hay was the man Hurd said he was, Paul guessed that he would inquire about the heiress and marry her, too, if her banking account was large and safe.