Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-07

was not much chance Of Hurd gettlAi
 the letter before the second or thirt
 post the next day. But Paul felt tha
 he had done his duty and had sup
 piled the information as speedily al
 possible, 50 he went to sleep with
 quiet mind, in spite of the excitemen
 of the evening But next morning h.
 was unable to sit down tohis desk a'
 usual and felt disinclined to go to th' newspaper office, so he walked to Jubi
 leetown to see how Sylvia was gettini along. Deborah met him at the gate.
 "Well, never, Mir. Beecot" said Mrs Tawsey, with her red arms akimbo 1T her usual attitude. "This Is sight fol sore eyes Won't my pretty be 'appJ this day, say what you may! She's a-makin' out bills fur them as 'ae washin' done. bless her 'eart for clev CT beauty" -" r,~...
 How is business?" asked Paul, en tering the gate which Deborah opened.
 Bless you, Mir. Beecot, I'll be lady of forting soon,' answered the proprie tress of the laundry. 'The way wash ing lave come in is jest amazin'.. One 'ud think folk never 'ad no linen done up afore an that they never did lave, said Deborah, rubbing her nose hard fin my way, which is a way. If you'd only send along your shirts, MT. Bee cot, I'd be proud to show you what can be done with fronts, an no thumt nails down them to spile their loveli ness.'' .:
 Paul did not reply 10 this, but laugh ed absently He was wondering if Deb orah had ever heard her master drop any hint as to his having come from the place where Mrs. Krill resided and asked the question on the spur of the moment. -,-+>...' .-'-
 ,"Do you know Christchurch. i'll Hants?"
 Deborah rubbed her nose harder and looked at him doubtfully.
 "Me as said as I'd no relatives must tell the truth now, as I 'ave." said she father incoherently, flor my sister, Til ly Junk, worked for some one in that there place for years. But we never got on we'll, she bein' upsettin' an masterful, so arsk her to my weddin' I didn't, an denied relatives existin', which they do, she bein' alive ten years ago, when she larst wrote"
 You have not heard from her sincey' asked Paul inquisitively.
 Sir, you may burn me or prison me or put me in pillaries," said Mrs. Taw- sey, "but deceive you won't. Me an lilly, not bein' of 'appy matchin', don't correspond. We're Londing both," ex- claimed Deborah, father 'avin' bin q 'awker, but why she went to the coun- try or why I stopped in Gwynne street no one knows. And may arsk, Mir. Beecot. why you arsk of that place"
 "Your late master came from Christ church, Mrs. Tawsey. Did you never hear him mention it?"
 That I never did. for close he was. Mir. Beecot, say what you like. I nev- CT knowed but what he'd pawned and sold them bookses all his blessed life, for all the talkin' he did. If I'd ha' knowed," added Deborah, lifting her red finger, "as he'd bin married afore and intended to cast out my lovely queen I'd ha' strangled him myself"
 "He had no intention of casting out Sylvia" said Paul musingly; "he cer- tainly left the money to her"
 "Then why lave that other got it?"
 "Sylvia's name wasn't mentioned, and Miss Krill is legally entitled as the legitimate daughter"
 Gall her what you like, she's cat, as her mother is afore her." said Mrs. Tawsey indignantly, land not young at that. Thirty and over, as I'm a liv- in woman"
 "Oh. I don't think Miss Krill is as old as that"
 Being man you wouldn't, sir, men bein' blind to wrinklings and paint. But paint she do, the hussey, and young she ain't. Over thirty, if l die for the sayin' of it."
 But Mrs. Krill was married to your master only thirty years ago."
 "Then more shame to 'er," snapped Deborah masterfully, flor she ain't an honest woman if the signs of age is believin'. Will I write to my sister lilly, as don't To, ?, Mir. Beecot, and arsk if she knowed master when he wos in that there place, which she can't lave, seeing she's bin there but ten year, and he away twenyT'
 'No. Deborah. you'd better say noth- ing. The case is in Hurd's hands. I'll tell him what you say and leave the matter to him. But you must be de- ceiyed about Miss Krill's age"
 i've got two eyes an a nose," re- torted Mrs. Tawsey, ESQ don't talk of deceivin's. Thirty and more she is. the hyssey. let her Jezebel of a mar lie as she like, an can say what you will, Mir. Beecot. But there's my pretty smilin' from the winder and the tubs a-waitin'. so you go in and smooth Ter affections while I see that Mrs. Purr irons the shirts, which she do lovely. there's no denyin'. Hohr' And Deborah plunged round the cor ner of the house.
 Paul walked through the newly ere ated garden. in which he saw many proofs Of Sylvia's love for flowers. and the door in time to take the girl in his arms. She was flushed and joyful. and her eyes were as bright as stars. Paul, darling" she said