Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-10-10

[ He placed chair for her, the onl l one in the room. and sat down him , self on the foot of the bed. He felt rather at loss as to how h. should deal with her. It was hard t have to disappoint the bright expecta
 tion of that pretty young face.
 Would 1t mean anything to you Eunice," he began. surprised at him
 self to note hoy his voice instinctivel,
 softened when he spoke to her as on,
 would naturally modify ones tones il
 speaking to timid, sensitive child, tt
 be told you were born of very goot
 blood?
 ''Why should it not?"
 But in your isolation from the
 world can you possibly have learned
 the significance of such a fact?"
 ''It means, doesn't it, that my par
 ents were people of gentle and noble
 minds?"
 "Well," he smiled, i've do not al.
 ways attach just that meaning to it.
 Some very degenerate families are | plouu ol luClI SOOu
 Meaning merely their inherited rank? Yes, know" she nodded. But
 'The rank is but the guinea's stamp.
 A mans man for al that.
 q should like to know that there is no taint of dishonor in my blood"
 You have the comforting knowl- edge. Your father was a New York lawyer of high standing and stainless reputation"
 Her face glowed at his words.
 T have a pride in it," she answered him.
 You may we'll have. Now" he went on, ''as to the current story about this room and its connection with you. will tell you what it is." He told her then nearly all that he knew, withholding only her prospects of great wealth and the source of his knowledge of her. If she knew of the existence of the confession" he had found she would have right to see it. He did not wish her to see it until he had ascertained what the probability was that her aunt would recognize her claims.
 Eunice heard him with breathless attention. But the break in the con- tinuity of his story bewildered her. But how, then. did you come to learn what you say is unknown to all others-that this man and woman who brought me here were not my parents and that I am the daughter of New York lawyer, from whom they stole me away from my homeY
 "I cant tell you that tonight, Eunice. how I came by my knowledge. It is better that I do not-just yet. Trust me and have patience"
 She looked at him, the brightness of her face unclouded by his denial, but she did not reply.
 You do trust meT . "Why should not?" she asked, with naive surprise.
 'In fact" he responded. q don't know just why you should. You don't know anything about me-"
 q know everything about you," sprang from her. "and nothing"
 "Now," he protested, "that sounds as subtle as though 1t came from Georgiana. What does it meanT"
 With my heart know you. With my head I don't understand you at all"
 "You pay me the highest compli- ment if your unsullied heart teaches you an instinctive trust of me. With your head you don't understand meT he questioned her curiously. .'I don't understand why, if you love Miss Ellery, you should go out of your way to avoid her, even disgusting yourself and feigning uncouthness." Her simplicity afforded him the live Hest entertainment. ''So that has been bothering you, has it? Well, you see, I came here to be quiet, and Miss Ellery isn't, just to say, a restful person." She looked unenlightened. "But you | love people who are not restfulT "I don't always love to be with i them." Am I restful?"
 She asked it with her look and tone of wistfulness which he was learning to watch for in talking to her.
 ''If told you you were, what infer enee would you draw? You are such m alarmingly logical little person one las to be wary or be trapped into all 'orts of admissions one wouldn't dream ,f making"
 'Is it cOmmendation to be told you Ire 'restfulT I would suppose that 'eople who count for something in our ives do not rest us. They stir us" She spoke with evident feeling. Sure y, surely, she was not thinking of Abe! He would not believe it. And we like to be stirred, don't Ee?" he acquiesced. That's what we i've for-to experienced moments or lours of thrilling sensations" Does Miss Ellery make you expert nee thOseT'
 f'ThoseT'
 Moments or hours of thrilling sen- ationsT"
 His shoulders shook with soundless lughter. But he pulled himself to- ether. ''T have reason to believe she Tould If she could"
 He read in her open countenance hat he spoke in enigmas. But he did ot Ofer to explain He vaguely won cred why she seemed to want to talk f Miss EIlery with her own exciting tory so freshly put to her. He uatehn1 her ,rfthrrrt Sueakfnz |