Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-02

Here MaSSareene makes dash forward, but is restrained by Duran.
 Let us hear him out, :" entreats the lat ter wisely.
 tsDon't waste your superfuous energy on me, Massareene," says Boyle, lightly. 'sI'm not good enough"
 "Keep it And after all am hardly rival. My charming cousin cared for me as cared for her. had no intention whatsoever of depriving you of her"
 "You are damned scoundreP' says Massareene, flinging off Duran, and ad- vancing to Boyle, his face white with rage.
 Beyond doubt'' replies the other, with . shrug.
 "Stand back, Gerald. Why should you bandy words with such as hims" says Miss Grey, in cold, naughty tone. A step places her between the two men.
 ''So, sir!'' she says, addressing Granit, "while holding openly to your engagement with me, and declaring it loudly to the world, you were carrying on an intrigue under false name-of which this girl was to be the victimp'
 s'Far from itr' replies her cousin coolly. "You were to be the victiml had no intention whatsoever of marrying you. had-I kave-every intention of marrying Miss Rocher'
 Nadine starts violently.
 Quick to see and judge, he notices her emotion, and turns to her.
 ''I have your promise" he goes on in a low tone full of meaning; then again lets his glance fall upon Sir Thomas.
 ''Well, how is it to be?' he asked reck- lcssly. ''On which count am to be first arraigned? The diamonds? Is my mother to be the first to cast a stone? It is only just! Seniores priores.''
 Todv Vo1 1ifto bor haoI frov,, l, or arms and looks at him. Those who see her face never afterward forget how it was then. The agony, the despair, the deadly cold of it, all burn themselves into the memory!
 ''Oh, Granitl Granit! Granitp'
 The mournful cry rises and rings through the room. It is 8 cry from a broken heart!
 Silence follows on it.
 The gray head has again fallen forward upon the outstretched arms.
 If the son is moved by this evidence of the cruelty of his mothers grief, he gives and quite colorless, and therefore impas- sive, he waits to receive an answer to his question from Sir Thomas.
 His stepfather, now utterly unnerved, motions to him to leave the room.
 Prosecution is impossible" he says hurriedly. "An that is left you is to quit this house and this country with as little delay as possible. This is the only kind ness you can show-her."
 He points to the motionless figure of his wife.
 IA kindness that will cost me little," replies the young man with callous smile. "Already my plans are arranged to leave England for foreign soil, n fo k1 twenty-fourth Nadine and I sail for Canada"
 Nadine recoils from him.
 "You must be mad, n she says. "Why do you now link your name with mine?"
 'It is premature certainly. But on the twenty-third it will be linked with mine foreverr'
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 'sThis little affair has affrighted you?'' says Boyle, with dark glance. "In a distant land, under different circum- stances, you will readily forget it."
 Forget this night?"
 "And all, and every one belonging to it.''
 "You hope too much"
 'This hope is my lifel It shall not be too much! You shrink now; your woman's heart fails you; but in the time to come there will be no room for regret Joy shall fill your days. Come, take cour- age"
 ''Not for such cause as this."
 "A truce to follyr' cries he, with flash shall follow me where go. Have you forgotten your oath, your promise9'
 "That promise was given to Paul An nerley," returns she firmly.
 "That promise was given to me! To me--do you hear? whether my name be Granit Boyle, or Paul Annerley, or-the devill Comep' Going nearer to her, he grasps her hand, CT cannot speak to you with all these gaping fools around; come to some other room."
 He drags her toward the door, not brutally, but with determination. Duran, going quickly up, by sudden sharp wrench delivers her from him. He would perhaps have done more, but that Nadine's agonized glance of entreaty restraints him. This glance fortunately Boyle fails to see.
 "Who are you to dare to interfere?" he cries savagely, glancing at Duran,
 'Keep back! This matter is between me and Miss Roche"
 His gaze returns to Nadine, and again it rests upon her, his crime, his ruin, his coming exilel
 ''NadineI" he says, and his voice has grown wonderfully soft.
 "Think, my belovedl Would you cast me off now? now when the world has cast me off? See! would not plead to you, I would not throw myself so altogether on your mercy-even though that mercy means the saving of my soul-but that I know no other man is dearer to you than I. Your own lips have told me this. Your voice, as you gave me the blessed assurance, still rings in my earsr'
 Duran, who has been standing near her, with his eyes upon the ground, lifts them slowly now and fixes them upon Nadine. He has grown very pale.
 Nadine = .tanding with white lips and raised head, her glance riveted upon Boyle, as though fascinated.
 "That have not gained your entire heart I know" continues Granit, in the same low but impassioned tone. "But I am satisfied with the knowledge that no other has gained 1t. Comel what is there to wait for in this landi Your heart, if not quite mine, is still your own. If you follow me 1t is to gain a slave who will call your hghtest wish g dear command. Comer'
 Again he takes her hand. Softly this time-with gentlest care; and the girl, as though in dream, suffers herself to be led toward the door. A step or two she rpoo. <bar ofopo copfuaod1u and roieipor or