Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-30

dI tQk6 llOLucuI n AA6Ct AtA sAa~SNf ponderous woman dashed into the shop 1 from side door. There" said she, l clapping her hands in a childish way, II know'd his vice, an ses to Miss Sylvia, as is. sittin' doing needlework, | which she do do lovely, ses That's him. and she ses with Q lovely color, 'Oh, Deborah, jus see, fur m'earts a-beating too loud for me tear is vice. So ses'-
 Here she became breathless and clapped her hands again, so as to pre- vent interruption. But, Paul did inter rupt her, knowing from experience that when once set going Deborah would go on until pulled up. Cant I go up to Miss Norman?" he asked.
 You may murder me, and slay me, and trample on my corp" said Deb orah solemnly. "but go up you can't Master would send me to walk the streets if I dared to let you, innocent as you are. go up them stairs"
 Cant I see her in the cellar?" he asked. "Mr. Norman said could go down to wait for him."
 "Sir," said Deborah, plunging for ward a step like a. stumbling bus horse, don't tell me as you want to pawn"
 "Well, do," replied Paul softly, "but you needn't tell every one"
 Its only Bart" cried Deborah, cast ing fierce look in the direction of the slim, sharp faced young man, "and if he was to talk I'd take his tongue out. That would. I'm a-training him to be my husband, as don't hold with the ready made article, and mar ried he shall be by parsing and clark if he's good boy and don't talk of what don't matter to him."
 T ain't goin' to chatter" said Bart l with wink.
 Come this way. MT. Beecot, to the place where Old Nick have his home. for that he is when [ strikes"
 You shouldn't speak of your mas ter that way" protested Paul.
 "Oh, shouldn't I?' snorted the maid. with snort surprisingly loud. And who have better right, sir? I've been here twenty year as servant and nuss and friend and tumble well wish CT to Miss Sylvia, coming slip of girl at ten, which makes me thirty, I don't deny; not that it's too old to marry Bart, though he's but twenty and makes up in wickedness for twice that age. I know master, and when i, the suns up there ain't a better man living, but turn on the gas and he's m Old Nick. Bart, attend to your busi- ness and don't open them long ears of yours too wSde. won't have list ening husband, can tell you. This way, sir. Mind the steps,
 By this time Deborah had conveyed Paul to dark corner behind the coun- ter and jerked back trap door. Here he saw a flight of wood steps which led downward into darkness. But Miss Junk snatched up lantern on the top step and having lighted 1t drop ped down, holding it above her red and tousled head Far below her voice was heard crying to Beecot to Come on" Therefore he followed as quick ly as he could and soon found himself in the cellar. All around was dark, but Deborah lighted couple of faring gas jets and then turned, with her arms akimbo, on the visitor.
 Now then, sir, you and me must have talk, confidential like" said she in her breathless way. Its pawning. is 1t? By which I knows that you ain't brought that oyerbearing pa of yours to his knees"
 Paul sat down in clumsy mahogany chair which stood near a plain deal table and stared at the handmaiden. T never told you about my father" he said, exhibiting surprise.
 "Oh, no, of course not"--Miss Junk tossed her head-"me being babe an n sucking, not fit to be told anything. But you told Miss Sylvia, and she told me, as she tells everything to her Deb by, God bless her for pretty flower" She pointed coarse, red finger at Paul. "If you were gay deceiver, MT. Beecot, I'd trample on your corp this very minute if I was to die at Old Bailey for the doing of it."
 Seeing Deborah was breathless again, Paul seized his chance. There is no reason you shouldn't know all about me. and"-
 "No, indeed, should think not, beg ging your pardon, sir. But when you comes here six months back, I ses to Miss Sylvia, ses, He's making eyes at you, my lily and she ses to me, she says, oh, Debby, love him, that I do.' And then I ses. ses I. My pretty, he looks gent born and bred, but that's the wusc kind, so we'll find out if he's liar before you loses your dear heart to him."
 "But I'm not liar"- began Paul. only to be cut short again.
 "As we'll I knows" burst out Miss Junk, her arms akimbo again. Do you think, sir. as I'd ha' let you come loving my pretty one and me not knowing if it was Judas or Jezebeli Not me. if I never drank my nightly drop of beer again. What you told Miss Sylvia of you- frantic pa and your loving ma she told me. Pumping you may call it." shouted Deborah. empha- sizing again with the red finger. but everything you told in your lover way she told her old silly Debby. I ses to Bart. if you loves me. Bart. go down to Wargrove, wherever it may be-if in England. which doubt-and if be- meaning you-don't tell the truth. out ha exn.ou ff I hawa tha rhuckfn0 of him