Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-01-09

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 occupied with a new problem, onl
 part of which she had told her hus
 band.
 For that night she had been awaken
 ed in her bed to find standing besid
 her white, wide eyed figure, shiver
 ing, limbs a-chill beneath her clingin
 lace. She had taken the pallid visito
 to her arms and warmed her an,
 soothed her and whispered to her
 murmuring the thousand little word
 and sounds. the breathing magic moth
 CTS use with children.
 Driven she knew not why. Sylvi,
 had crept from her room in search O
 the still, warm, fragrant nest and tn,
 whispered reinsurance and the cares.
 she had never before endured. Yes
 now she craved it, invited it, longet
 for safe arms around her. the hover
 ing hand on her hair. Was this Syl 1 via?
 And Grace Ferrall. clearing he,
 sleepy eyes. amazed. incredulous of the
 cold, childlike hands upon her shoul
 ders, caught her in her arms with q 1 little laugh and sob and drew her tC 1 her breast, to soothe and caress and re-
 assure to make up to her all she could
 of what is every child's just heritage.
 And for long while Sylvia. lying there, told her nothing-because she did not know how-merely a word, q
 restless question half ashamed, barely enough to shadow forth the something
 stirring her toward an awakening in i new world.
 And at length. gravely. innocently, she spoke of her engagement and the worldly possibilities before her, of the man she was to marry and her new and unexpected sense of loneliness in his presence now that she had seen him again after months
 She spoke presently of Siward, a fugitive question or two offered indif- ferently at first, then with shy persist ence and curiosity, knowing nothing of the senseless form flung face down. ward across the sheets in room close by. And thereafter the murmured bur den of the theme was Siward until one, heavy eyed, turned from the white dawn silvering the windows, sighed and fell asleep, and one lay silent, head half buried in it's tangled gold wide awake, thinking vague thoughts that had no ending, no beginning. And st last rosy bar of light fell across the wall, and the warm shadows faded from corner and curtain, and, turning on the pillow, her face nestled in her hair, she fell asleep.
 Nothing of this had Mrs Ferrall told her husband. Nothing of this could her husband understand had she words to convey it. There was nothing he need understand except that his wife, meaning well, had meddled and re- gretted.
 And now, turning in hC" saddle with a pretty gesture of her shoulders:
 T meddle no more! Those who need me may come to me. Now laugh at my tardy wisdom. Kemp. The mis- chief take Howard Quarter"
 Amen! Come on, race"
 She gathered bridle. Do you sup pose Stephen Siward is going to make trouble?'
 How can he unless she helps him? Nonsense! All's well with Siward and Sylvia. Shall we gallop?"
 All was very we'll with Siward and Sylvia. They had passed the rabbit brier country scathless, with two black jack snipe and rabbit to i he credit of their score, and were now 1 advancing through that dimly lit en- ,hanted land of tall gray alders where n the sudden twilight of the leaves | voodcock after woodcock fiuttered up- | ward twittering, only to stop and drop, | at the vicious crack of ! siward's gun to fluffy balls of feather 1 earthward from midair
 Sagamore came galloping back with soft unsoiled mass of chestnut and !! brown feathers in his mouth. Siward ook the dead cock, passed 1t back to he keeper who followed them. patted he beautiful, eager dog and signaled i'm forward once more.
 You should have fired that time" Ie said to Sylvia-"that is. if you care O kill anything"
 But don't seem 10 be able to- she aid. Tt isn't bit like shooting at lay targets. The twittering whIr akes me by surprise-it's all SO charm ngly sudden-and my heart seems to top in one beat. and I look and look. nd then, whisk. and woodcock is one. leaving me breathless." Her voice ceaseR The white setter. utting up his ground ahead. had stop. ed. rigid. one leg raised. jaws quiver- lg and locking alternately. Isn't that stunning picture?" said iward in low voice. What beau. 2 he is-llke a statue in white and lue yeined marble. You may talk. Hiss Landis: woodcock don't flush at le sound of the human voice as grouse D."
 See his brown eyes roll back at us. e wonders why we don't do some , Iing!" whispered the girl. ''Lodk. Mir. , ward. Now his head is moving. oh. ) gradually to the leftr' "The bird Is moving on he ground" Ddded Siward Now the bird has opped" '1 do wish I could see a woodcock the grOuSl." she breathed. Do 'u think We might by any chanceT' Siward noiselessly sank 10 his knees a crouebed- keen eyes u,Inu,eIv busv '