Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-02

took one from the meager row and opened 1t curiously. It was David Copperfield." and she saw with kin ding interest that heavy lines were drawn along certain of the pages. She looked about her. Where should she put the draft? He had left marker in the book. He would open 1t again no doubt. She laid the draft between the printed leaves. beyond the marker. Then, replacing the volume on the shelf, she ran from tho door and has tened back up the steep trail to the 1 Knob.
 Leaning back against the warm rock, lapped in the serene peacefulness of the spot, Jesslca fell Into reverle. Never since her wedding day had she said to herself boldly T love him" never till yesterday. Now all was changed. Her thought was a tremu- lous assurance: q shall stay here near him day after day, watching. Some day his memory will come back, and then my love will comfort him. The town will forget it has hated and will come to honor him. Some time, seeing how he is changed, his father will for give him and take him back, and we shall all three go home to the white house in the aspens. If not, then my place will still be with Hugh. Perhaps we shall live here. Perhaps cabin like that will be home. and shall live with him and work with him and care for him."
 Thus she dreamed-a new day dream, unravaged by the sordid tests of yer ity
 So absorbed was she that she did not hear step approaching over the springy moss, sharply broken breath as the intruder stifled an exclamation. She had drawn her handkerchief across her eyes against the dancing gIimmer of sunlight. Suddenly 1t drop ped to her lap, and she half turned.
 In an instant of surprise, as Harry's look flashed into hers, name sprang unbidden 10 her lips-a name that
  whiteness, ringing in his ears like the note of a sunken bell. All that was clamoring in him for speech rushed into words.
 You call my name" he cried. You know me! Have ever been Hugh to you? \ Your face, that white band across your eyes, your voice, they came to me like something far away that have known. I was mistaken. I was crazy to think that you''-
 He stopped. A wave of sympathy passed over her. She felt mad wish to throw all aside, to cry to him: You did know me. You loved me once! am Jessica-I am your wife!" So in- tense was her emotion that 1t seemed to her as if she had spoken his name again audibly, but her lips had not and the tap of woodpecker on nearby trunk sounded with harsh distinctness.
 q have wanted to speak to you," she said after an instant in which she struggled for self control. You did a brave thing yesterday-a splendid thing. It saved me from sorrow all my life!'
 He put aside her thanks with a ges- ture You saved me also. You found me i'll and suffering, and your horse carried me to my cabin"
 T want to tell you,' she went on . hastily. her fingers lacing. ''that do ! not judge you as others do. I know about your past life-what you have forgotten. I know you have put it all behind you.''
 His face changed swiftly. Today the determination with which he had striven to put from his mind the prob. lem of his clouded past had broken down. In the light of the charge which had been flyag in his teeth the afternoon before, his imagination had 1welt intolerably on it.
 "You knoww he said hoarsely. "Yet you say that. They stoned me in the street the day I came back. Tester day they counted me thief. It is like l hideous nightmare that can't wake from. Who am I? Where did come from? I dare not ask for fear of fur .her shame! Can you imagine what that means?"