Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-02-28

Y I'm going to live there"
 "Aloney'
 I'm almost twenty-seven, and that's being enough of an old maid for me to risk Canaan's thinking me eccentric, isn't it?'
 Tt will think anything you do is all right"
 And once," she cried, "it thought everything did wrong!'
 Yes. That's the difference"
 You mean it will commend me be- cause I'm thought rich?'
 "No, mo-" he said meditatively, it isn't that. It's because everybody will be in love with you"
 Quite everybody" she asked.
 Certainly" he replied. Anybody who didn't would be absurd"
 "Ah, Joel" she laughed. You al- ways were the incest boy in the world, my dearv'
 At that he turned toward her with sudden movement, and his lips part l ed, but not to speak She had rested one arm upon the desk and her cheek upon her hand; the pen she had pick | ed up, still absently held in her fin gers, touching her lips, and it was given to him to know that he would always keep that pen, though he would never write with it again. The soft lamplight fell across the lower part of her face. leaving her eyes, which were lowered thoughtfully, in the shadow of her hat. The room was plotted out in darkness behind her. Like the background of an antique portrait, the office, with it's dusty cor ! ners and shelves and hideous safe, had vanished, leaving the charming and thoughtful face revealed against an even, spaciohs brownness. Only Ariel and the roses and the lamp were clear, and strange, small pain nov ed from Joe's heart to his throat as he thought that this ugly office. always before so harsh and grim and lonely loneliest for him when it had been most crowded-was now transfgured into something very, very different from an office; that this place where he sat, with a lamp and flowers on a desk between him and a woman who called him ''my dear' must be like like something that people called 'home.''
 And then he leaned across the desk toward her as he said again what he had said a little while before, and his voice trembled: q
 Ariel, it is you?"
 She looked at him and smiled. You'll be here always, won't you? You're not going away from Canaan again?"
 For a moment 1t seemed that she had not heard him. Then her bright glance at him wavered and fell. She rose, turning slightly away from him, but not so far that he could not see the sudden agitation in her face.
 "Ah," he cried, rising, too, q don't want you to think don't understand or that I meant should ever ask you to stay here! I couldn't mean that. You know couldn't, don't you? You know I understand that it's all just your beautiful friendliness, don't you?"
 Tt isn't beautiful; it's just me. Joe," she said. Tt couldn't be any other way"
 Its enough that you should be here now" he went on bravely, his voice steady, though his hand shook. Moth ing so wonderful as your staying could ever actually happen. It's just light coming into dark room and out again. One day long ago, I never forgot 1t, some apple blossoms blew by me as passed an orchard, and it's like that too. But, oh, my dear, when you go you'll leave fragrance in my heart that will last.''
 She turned toward him, her face sui fused with rosy light. You'd rather have died than have said that to me once" she cried. I'm glad you're weak enough now to confess it"'
 He sank down again into his chair, and his arms fell heavily on the desk. Confess it!' he cried despairingiy. And you don't deny that you're going away again--so it's true! l wish I hadn't realized it so soon. I think I'd rather have tried to fool myself about 1t little longerw
 "Joe," she cried in a voice of great pain, you mustn't feel like that! How do you know I'm going away again? Why should I want the old house put in order unless mean to stay? And if I went you know that could never change. You know how I've always cared for you''-
 Yes" he said, "I do know how. It ! was always the same. and 1t always will be, won't ity'
 i've shown that" she returned quickly.
 "Yes. You say I know how you've | cared for me. and do. I know how. 1 It's just in one certain way-Jonathan and David--
 Isn't that pretty good way, JoeT
 Never fear that don't understand" He got to his feet again and looked at l her steadily.
 Thank you. Joe" She wiped sudden | tears from her eyes
 Don't you be sorry for me-" he said. Do you think that passing the love of l women isn't enough for meI'
 No" she answered humbly.
 'Tll have people at work on the old | house touaorrov- he began aAnd for | the