Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-09-23

was not thinking of the sights and sounds of the pleasant even- ing. He had tramped miles since sun- down and had returned as he set out, gloomy. unrequited, follower of baf- fed quest
 Set back from the street in a wide estate of trees and shrubbery stood great white porched house. Not light had twinkled from it for nearly year. The little city had wondered at first. then by degrees had grown indif- ferent. The secret of that prolonged honeymoon Harry Sanderson and the bishop alone could have told. for the bishop knew of Hugh's criminal act. He was named executor of the will that lay in the Korean chest, and him David Stires had written the truth. His heart had gone out with pity for Jessica, and understanding The secret he locked in his own breast. as did Harry Sanderson, each thinking the other ignorant of it.
 Since that wedding day no shred of news had cone to either. Harry had wished for ncne To think of Jessica was recurront pang. and yet the very combination of the safe in his study he had formed of the letters of her name! In each memory of her he felt the fresh assault of a new and tireless l foe-the love which he must deny. | castaway, who had stolen banks money and woman's love, he was still her husband. Hugh's wife! What could she be to him? And this fevered conflict shot through with yet another pans. for the waking smart of com junction which had risen at Jessica's bitter cry, You helped to make him what he has becone.' would not down. ing instant the follies and delinquencies of his early career reduplicated as through the facets of crystal. and in the polarized light of conscience Hugh -loafer. gambler and thief-stood as the type and sign of an enduring ac- cusation.
 But if the recollection of that we'd ding day and its aftermath stalked al- ways with him-if that kiss had seemed to cling again and again to his lips as he sat in the quiet of his study-no one guessed He seldom played his violin now, but he had shown no outward sign. AS time went on he had become no less brilliant. though more inscruta- b!e; not less popular, save perhaps to the parish heresy hunter for whom he had never cared straw. But beneath the surface great change had come to Harry Sanderson.
 Tonight as he wended his way past the house in the aspens. through the clatter and commotion of the evening, there was a kind of glaze over his whole face-a shell of melancholy.
 Tomorrow began Harry's summer vacation. and he had planned a months pedestrian outing through the wide ranch valleys and the farther ranges, and this should set him ul again.
 Now. however, as he walked along he was bitterly absorbed in thoughts other than his own needs. He passed more than one acquaintance with 6 stare of nonrecognition. One of these was the bishop, who turned an instant to look after him. The bishop had seer that look frequently of late and hat wondered if 1t ,betokened physical Ill ness or mental unquiet. More thai once he had remembered, with a sigh the old whisper of Harry Sandersoni early wildness. But be knew youtl and its lapses, and he liked and re spected him. Only two days before on the second anniversary of Harry ordination. he had given him for hi silken watch guard little gold eros engraved with his name and contain ing the date
 At q crossing the sight of knot O people on the opposite side of th' street awoke Harry from his abstrac ton. They had gathered around per