Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-07-09

hope that do not deceive myself in thinking I was honest there. More truth. perhaps. than you guess"
 She looked shrewdly at me-and She laughed queerly. and struck the guessed" said she. 'Nobody's ever so blind as he lets others think. It's funny, isn't it? There are things in your mind that you'd never tell me. and things in my mind that I'd never tell you. And each of us guesses most of them, without ever letting on" She laughed queerly, and struck the horse smartly so that he leaped into gait at which conversation was i'm possible.
 When we resumed, the subject was the details of our wedding.
 At home again, found my mother too Ill to leave her bed. She had been i'll before-many times when she wouldn't confess it, several times when she was forced to admit it, but never before so III that she could not dress and come down stairs. T shall be up tomorrow" she assured me, and I almost believed her. She drew a letter from under her pillow. This came while you were away" she went on. T kept it here, because" a look of shame fitted across her face, and then her eyes were steady and proud again-"why should be ashamed of it? had the impulse to destroy the letter. and I'm not sure but that I'm failing In my duty"
 took it-yes, it was from Boston, from Betty. I opened 1t and forum ately had nerved myself against show ing myself to my mother. There was neither beginning nor end, just a single sentence:
 From the bottom of my broken heart I am thankful that I have been spared the horror of discovering had bound myself for life to coward"
 The shot went straight to the cen ter of the target. But There lay my mother-did she not have the right to determine my destiny-she who had given me my life and her own? I tore up Betty's letter, and looked at mother and said: There's nothing in that to make me waver-or regret" It was the only He ever told her. I told 1t well, thank God. for she was convinced. and the look in her face repaid me a thousandfold. It repays me once more as I write.
 carlotta and I were married at her bedside. and she lived only until the next day but one. When the doctor told me of the long concealed mortal disease that was the cause of her go- ing. he ended with: And, Mir Sayler, it passes belief that she managed to keep alive for five years. cant un- derstand t." But understood. She simply refused to go until she felt that her mission was accomplished.
 We must never forget her" said CarIotts. trying to console me by ETieying with me
 did not answer-how could I ex- plain? Never forget her! On the contrary, knew that I must forget. and that I must work and grow and so heal the wound and cover it's scar. I lost not day in beginning.
 To those few succeeding months I owe the power have had all these years 10 concentrate my mind upon whatever will 10 think about: for in those months ! fought the fight I dared not Iose-fought it and won Let those UhO have never loved talk of remen bering the dead.
 I turned away from her grave with the resolve that my first act of power would be 10 stamp out D0minfck. But for him she would not have gone for many a year II was his prosecutions that involved us in the miserfes which wasted her and made her fall q victim to the mortal disease It was his naligRity that poisoned her last years. which. but for him. w0sN have been happy
 As ny plans for oustfnE Dunkfrk took shape. ! ssv clearly that. if he were to be overthroEn at once. must use part of the existing control of the machine of the pzrtr-it would take several years, at least three. to build up su entirely rew coairol To work