Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-20

protect you from all harm, to brush away the black cloud I brought into your life. I have asked Him to do with me, yes, with my father and mother, anything, anything if only He would bring back to you the happiness l had stolen. Bob. have suffered. sui fered. as only woman can suffer"
 She was sobbing as though her heart would break, sobbing wildly, convulsively, like the little child who in the night comes to its mothers bed to tell of the black goblins that have been pursuing 1t. Long before she had finished speaking-and it took only few heart-beats for that rush of words-I had broken the power of the fascination that held me, had turned away my eyes. and tried not to listen. For fear of breaking the spell, I did not dare cross the room to close Beulah's door or to reach the outer door of my office, which was nearer, hers than it was to my desk. I waited through silence, broken only by Beulah's weeping. that seemed hour long. Then in Bob's voice came one low sob of joy:
 "Bel!ah, Beulah, my Beulah!"
 realized that he had risen. I rose. too, thinking that now could close the door. But again I saw a picture that transflxed me- Bob had taken Beulah by both shoulders and he held her of and looked into her eyes long and beseechingly. Never before nor since have I seen upon human face that glorious joy which the old, mas ters sought to get into the faces of their worshippers who, kneeling be- fore Christ, tried to send to Him, through their eyes, their souls grati- tude and love. I stood as one en- thralled. Slowly and as reverently as the living lover touches the brow of his dead wife, Bob bent his head and kissed her forehead. Again and again he drew her to him and implanted upon her brow and eyes and lips his kisses. could not stand the scene any longer. I started to the corridor door, anG then, as though for the first time either had known I was within hearing, they turned and stared at me. At last Bob gave a long. deep sigh, then one of those reluctant laughs of happiness yet wet with sobs.
 Well, Jim, dear old Jim, where did you come from? Like all eavesdrop- pers, you have heard no good of your self. Own up, Jim, you did not hear a word good or bad about yourself. for 1t is just coming back to me that we have been selfish. that we have left you entirely out of our business con. ference"
 We all laughed, and Beulah Sands, with her face a bloom of burning bushes, said: "Mr. Randolph, we have not settled what 1t is best to do about fathers affairs"
 After a little We did begin to talk business, and finally agreed that Beulah should write her father, word. ing her letter as carefully as possible, to avoid all direct statements. but showing him that she had made but little headway on the work she had come north to accomplish. Bob was 6 changed being now; so. too, was Beu. lah Sands. Both discussed their hopes and fears with frankness in strange contrast to their former manner. But there was one point on which Bob showed he was holding back. finally put it to him bluntly: Bob, are you working out anything that looks like real relief for Miss Sands and her father?"
 T don't know how to answer you, Jim. can only say have some ideas. radical ones perhaps, but-well. am thinking along certain lines"
 saw he was not yet willing to take us into his confidence. We parted, Bob going along in tke cab with Miss Sands. ....
 Two days afterward she sent for us both as soon as we got to the office.
 T have this telegram from father 1t makes me uneasy: Mailed today important letter. Answer as soon as you receive"
 The following afternoon the letter came. It showed Judge Sands in a very nervous, uneasy state. He said he had been living life of daily ter TOT, as some of his friends. for whose estates he was trustee. had been re ceiving anonymous letters, advising them to look into the judges trust af- fairs; that the Reinhart crowd had been using renewed pressure to make him let go all his Seaboard stock, which they wanted to secure at the low prices to which they had de pressed it, in order that they might re- organize and carry out the scheme they had been SO long planning. Judge Sands went on to say that the day he was compelled to sell his Seaboard stock he would have to make public an announcement of his condition, as there could be no sale without the courts consent. His closing was:
 My dear daughter. no one knows better than the almost hopelessness of expect ing any relief from your operations. But SO hopeless have become of late. so much am I reliant upon you. my dear child. and eternal hope SO springs in all of us when confronted with great neces- sites. that I have hoped and still hope that you are to be the savior of your family; that yoa. only a frail child. are through Gods marvellous workings to be the one to save the honor of that name vs both love more than life. the one to keep the wolf Of poverty from that door through which so far has come nothing but the sunshine of prosperity and hap