Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-02-26
By BOOTH HARRINGTON,

Author of Cherry" -rfonsieur Beaucaire." Etc.

| don't! Me admire! What! us an ornery world" he protested. 'I don't admire any human that ever livedv
 "Yes, you do." she persisted. I've 5 just proved it. But that is the least of your secret. The great thing Is this you admire Mir. Louden!'
 'I never heard such nonsense" he continued to protest, at the same time moving down the walk toward the gate, leaning heavily on his stick. Moulin of the kind. There ain't any logic to that kind of an argument, nor no reason.'
 You see, I understand you"' she called after him. I'm sorry you go away in the bitterness of being found out"
 Found outr' His stick ceased for a moment to tap the cement. "Pooh!' he ejaculated uneasily. There was a pause, followed by a malevolent ehuckle. At any rate." he said, with joy in the afterthought, you'll never go walkin' with him again.
 He waited for the answer, which came, after time. sadly. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps shall not.'
 ''Ha, thought so! Good night"
 Good night, Mir. Arp"
 She turned toward the lighted house. Through the windows nearest her she could see Mamie. seated in the fa- miliar chair, following with happy and tender eyes the figure of Eugene, who was pacing up and down the room. The town was deadly quiet; Ariel could hear the sound of footsteps perhaps a block away. She went to the gate and gazed long time into the empty street. watching the yellow grains of light sieved through the naples from the arc lights on the corner moving to and fro in the deep shadow as the lamp swung slightly in the night air. Somewhere not far away the peace was broken by the screams of par Tor organ" which honked and walled in pious agonies (the intention was hymnaD, interminably protracting each spasm. Presently a woman's voice outdid the organ, a voice which made vivid the picture of the woman who owned it and the plowed forehead of her above the nose glasses when the grace notes" were proudly given birth. Rescue the Perishing" was the startlingly appropriate selection, ren- dered with inconceivable lingering up. on each syllable-"Roos-cyoo the Poor oosh-oongw At unexpected intervals two male voices. evidently belonging to men who had contracted the habit or holding tin in their mouths, joined the lady in thorough search for the lost chord.
 That was the last of silence in Ca naan for an hour or so The organ was merely inaugural. Across the street piano sounded. Firm, en- phatic, determined vocal competition with the instrument here also; Rock of Ages" the incentive. Another piano presently followed suit in a nelghbor- ing house-"Precious Jewels" More distant, a second organ was heard. Other pianos, other organs. took up other themes, and, as a wakeful pup py's barking will so over village at night. stirring first the nearer dogs to give voice, these in turn stimulating those farther away to join. one pass ing the excitement on to another, until hounds in farmyards far beyond the town contribute to the long distance conversation, even so did Rescue the Perishing" enliven the greater part of Canaan.
 It was this that made Ariel realize . thing of which hitherto she had not been able to convince herself-that she was actually once more in the town where she had spent her long ago girl hood, now grown to seem the girlhood of some other person. It was true her foot was on her native heath and her name was Ariel Tabor-the very name of the girl who had shared the towns disapproval with Joe Louden. Rescue the Perishing" brought it all back to ! her, and she listened to these sharply familiar rites of the Canaanite Sab bath evening with a shiver of pain.
 She turned from the gate to go into the house. heard Eugene's voice at the door and paused. He was saying good night to Mamie.
 And please say 'au revoir' to Miss Tabor for me-" he added, peering out under his hand. T don't know where she can have gone"
 Probably she came in and went to Esr room." said Mamie
 Cont forget to tell her 'au revoir.'-
 'sI won't, dear. Good night.-'
 Good night" She lifted her face, And he kissed her perfunctorily. Then pe came down the steps and went dovly toward the gate, looking about sim into the darkness as if searching Tor something. But Ariel had fed away from the path of light that led from the open door.
 She skinned noiselessly across the lawn and paused at the side of the house. leaning against the veranda. l where. on a night long past. boy had hid and a girl had wept A small creaking sound fell upon her ear. and she made out an ungainly figure ap- proaching. wheeling something of cu- i rious shape
 'Is that you. Sam:- she said.
 Mir. Warden stopped close by l. "fes'm." he replied "I'm a-gittin' out i de hose to lay de dus' yonnab.- He stretcEed an arm along the erossbar of i