Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-05

Beecot. Thinking of your throwin' her over, and if you do," shouted De borah, with another shake, you'd bet ter ha' bin smashed to jelly than face me in my presingt state. Seein' you from the winder made bold to come down and arsk your intentings, for If them do mean no marriage and the breaking of my pretty's 'eart, never shall she set eyes agin on double faced Jonah, and-and"- Here Debo- rah gasped for breath and again shook Paul. >s
 Deborah" he said in quiet voice, releasing himself, T love Sylvia for herself and not for her moneyv'
 Deborah threw her brawny arms in the air and her apron over her red head. T knowed it-oh, yuss, indeed" " she sobbed in muffled tones. M
 q see you know all" said Paul, as soon as he could slip in word. +
 "Know all," almost yelled Deborah, dragging down the apron and reveal ing flashing eyes, land it's mussy ain't in Old Bailey this very day for scratching that monkey of Fash. Oh, If I'd known wot he wos, never should he lave got me the laundry, though the same may have to go, worse luck. Ho, yuss, he come, and she come with her kitting, as is almost as big cat as she is. Mrs. Krill, bless her, oh, yuss, Mrs. Krill, the sneakin', smiling Jezebel!'
 Did she see Sylvia?' asked Beecot sharply. ..
 "Yuss, she did," admitted Deborah, ''me lettin' her, in not knowin' her scratchin's. An the monkey an the kitting come, too, a-spyin' out the land, as you may say"
 Paul nodded. Calling names won't do any good, Deborah" he said sadly. "We must do the best we can."
 There ain't no chance of the lawr gettin' that woman to the gallers, I 'spose, sir?'
 "The woman is your late masters lawful wife. Fash seems to think so and has gone over to the enemy"-here Deborah clinched her mighty fists and gasped.
 Beecot was soon in the sitting room and found Sylvia on the sofa, her face buried in her hands. She looked up when she recognized the beloved foot steps and sprang to her feet. The next moment she was sobbing her heart out on Paul's faithful breast, and he was comforting her with all the endearing names he could think of. My own, my sweet, my dearest dar- ling" whispered Paul, smoothing the pretty brown hair, don't weep. You have lost much, but you have me-"
 But Paul, though my mother may not have been married to my father 'She was, Sylvia, but Mrs. Krill was married to him earlier. Your father committed bigamy, and you, poor child, have to pay the penalty"
 And am I not his true daughter" she asked, her lips quivering./
 You are my own darling, Sylvia" murmured Paul, kissing her hair. Don't let us talk of the matter. I fear from the attitude of Fash that Mrs. Krill will make good her claim. Were there a chance of keeping you in possession of the money, Fash would never have left you so easily"
 ''I am so sorry about the money on your account. Paul."
 My own," he said cheerily, money is a good thing, and wish we could have kept the five thousand year. But I have you, and you have me, and although we cannot marry for long time yet
 Not marry, Paul! Oh, why not?"
 Dearest am poor. cannot drag you down to poverty"
 Sylvia looked at him wide eyed. T am poor already" She looked round the room. Nothing here is mine. I have only a few clothes. MT. Fash said that Mrs. Krill would take every thing. Let me marry you, darling" she whispered coaxingly. land we can live in your garret. I will cook and