Connecticut western news., 1910-04-07
LOVES REVOLUTION By EDGAR TALES MOODY Copyright, 1910. by American Press
 Association.

matches are not often made on any other principles than love. They had been brought up in afIluence and kept house on little or nothing, illustrating the saying, When poverty comes in at the door, love flies out through the window"
 No; this is not true. They loved each other deeply-more deeply than when they were married. But they were overstrained. Moreover, they fell into the habit of giving vent to their feelings, and the more they gave way in this respect the more they were egged on by tired nerves to do so. Their quarrels' grew more ire quent and more violent. He would growl at the table that there was nothing on it fit to eat, and she would tell him that he was responsible for the quality of the food or the lack of it. From that it would be crimination and recrimination till they would both be trembling with anger.
 One night they quarreled till he felt that if he did not go away from her he should do or say that which would be irreparable. He opened the door and went out into the front yard. The air was balmy, and the full moon shone down from clear sky. He went out to the gate. through it. and as 1t swung back the latch caught with a click.
 She heard 1t and said to herself: "He is gone. shall never see him again. My dream has vanished. I do not care to survive it."
 He went across the road and looked down at the river At first he did not see it. His brain was whirling and could take nothing in through his eyes. But presently he saw the wa ter peacefully flowing. reflecting the silent heavens from Its bosom. An ir repressible desire overcame him to put an oblivion to his troubles by sinking himself and them in this place of rest. He turned and walked short distance down the stream to where there was bridge Going on to the bridge, he stood. looking over the rail. The bark of a dog came faintly from a distance.
 There was a sound above as though some one had thrown something into the river. He Listened, but heard noth- ing more. Then, mouRting the rail, he let himself down on the projecting blanks beyond and stood there. listen ing to two voices. The, one said: ''Go back to her. Soothe her. Say to her, Let the past be passed; we will begin anew; we will bring back the love we felt before we were marricd.'" The other voice said: "She will not listen, or if she does the reconciliation will not last. At the first annoyance she will lose her self control, l will lose mine, and we will rush again into a whirl- wind of passion"
 He listened to the last voice and made up. his mind. Just as he was about to take the final plunge he saw something on the surface of the water floating with the current toward him. What was 1t about this undefined something that awoke a new tempest within him-a tempest of a reverse Of that under which he had been wreck ed? The floating object looked like piece of cloth buoyed dome shaped over the water. There was a human being under that dome.
 Tn another moment it was nearly be- heath him. Dropping from the bridge, he caught it as 1t passed. He and it f1oated with the current under the bridge. He knew that he held the body of woman and was raising the head. As they foated out into the moonlight he recognized ill the colorless face the woman whom not long before he had led to the altar.
 Had he before they parted plunged a knife into her heart he could not have been more fully conscious that he had murdered her. It was the nonresist- ance of that pale face that changed him. But one overwhelming impulse possessed him. He must save her. If he failed the world would indeed be the horror he had few moments be- fore conceived it to be. Life might still throb faintly within her, and if he could get her ashore before it ceased he might atone for all he now con- ceived himself to be responsible
 Like lightning, power ran down through his nerves to his muscles and made them iron. With one arm about her, holding her chin above the sur face, he struck out with the other, and few strokes brought him and her to the shore. Once there he took her up in both arms, climbed the bank and ran with Her to his house.
 On bringing her back to life depend ed whether that house should be home or whether he should be an outcast and a wreck.
 He was successful. When she opened her eyes and saw him and where she was a look of infinite pain passed across her face.
 "Live, dear heart" he moaned; Hive that I may atone for the wrong have done you"
 "You. It was I. I should have suf- fered in silence"
 "No matter. I know a way to pre- vent trouble between us in future. Some wise person has said, For the