Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-30

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 My mothers name is Anne," re- piled Paul, looking more puzzled than ever-" Anne Beecot. Why should she mark this with an initial which has nothing to do with her name?'
 Perhaps It is a present." suggested Sylvia.
 Paul snapped the case to and replac- ed 1t In his pocket. Perhaps 1t is, he said. However, when next write to my mother I'll ask her where she got the brooch. She has had 1t for many years" he added musingly, flor I remember playing with 1t when a small boy"
 Don't tell your mother that my ia ther tainted"
 "Why not? Does 1t matter?"
 Sylvia folded her slender hands and looked straight In front of her. For bome time they had been seated on q bench in a retired part of the gardens, and the laughter of playing children, the music of the band playing the mer- riest airs from the last musical come dy, came faintly to their ears. T think 1t does matter" said the girl seriously. "For some reason my father wants to keep himself as quiet as possible. He talks of going away"
 "Going away? Oh, Sylvia, and you never told me"
 "He only spoke of going away when came to see how he was this morn ing.'' she replied. T wonder if his fainting has anything to do with this determination. He never talked of go- ing away before.
 Paul wondered also. It seemed strange that after so unusual an event the old man should turn restless and wish to leave place where he had lived for over twenty years. 'T'll come and have an explanation" said Paul after pause.
 T think that will be best. dear. Fa- ther said that he would like to see you again and told Bart to bring you in if he saw you"
 'Tll call today-this afternoon, and perhaps your father will explain. And how, Sylvia, that is enough about oth- er people and other things. Let us talk of ourselves"
 Sylvia turned her face with a fond smlle. She was a delicate and dainty little lady, with large gray eyes and Boft brown hair. Her complexion was transparent, and she had little color in her cheeks. With her oval face, her thin nose and charming mouth she looked very pretty and sweet. But it was her expression that Paul loved. That was a trifie sad. but when she smiled her looks changed as an over east sky changes when the sun bursts Through the clouds. Her figure was per Feet, her hands and feet showed marks bf breeding, and, although her gray lress was as demure as any worn by Quakeress, she looked bright and mer- fy In the sunshine of her lovers pres fnce. Everything about Sylvia was ainty and neat and exdnlsitely clean. but she was hopelessly out of the rasn- on. It was this odd independence in Der dress which constituted another charm in Paul's eyes.
 The place was too public to indulge n lovemaking, and 1t was very tanta- izing to sit near this vision of beauty Fithout gaining the delight of kiss. laul feasted his eyes, and held Sylvia's ray gloyed hand under cover of her ress. Further he could not go.
 Can you be jealous, Paul?" Sylvia sked suddenly.
 "Horiblyl You don't know half my bad qualities. I am poor and needy md ambitious and jealous and"-
 There, there. I won't hear you run ourself down. You are the best boy b the world"
 T certainly have found m enchant- Id princess sleeping in jealously kuarded castle. What would your ather say did he knowT'
 Sylvia looked startled. T am afraid f my father" she replied indirectly. yes, he is so strange. Sometimes he |eems to love me and at other times b hate me. We have nothing In com hon. love books and arf and gayety md dresses. But father only cares for ewels. He has lot down In the eel hr. have never seen them. you now," added Sylvia, looking at her bver. nor have Deborah or Bart. But hey are there. Bart and Deborah say b."
 Has your father ever said sof'
 "No. He won't speak of his business the cellar. When the shop is closed t [ he sends Bart away home and bcks Deborah and me In the house. That is," she explained anxiously, lest Paul should think her father a tynnt. De locks the door which leads to the bop We can walk all over the house. tk there we stop tiIl next morning. Fhen father unlocks the door at [ nd Bart takes down the shutters. We hve lived Ike that for years. On undny evenings, however, father does pt go to the cellar, but takes me to hurch He has supper with me up- airs and then locks the door at TO-" ~But he sleeps upstairsT
 @No. He sleeps in the cellar" Impossible. There is no accommo- htion for sleeping there"
 sylvia explained. There Is another llsr-a smaller one-of the large 1 ace he has the safes ln. The door ls
 a dark corner almost under the 1 eet IIne. This smaller cellar Is fitted
 as . bedroom. and my father has
 pt there an bis life. suppose be fnfrnid Of his jewels being stolen b't- think It Is good for his heaIth."