Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-31

Captain Preudergills, you will wait till I summon your?
 Yes, mademoiselle," answered the stalwart sailor.
 = "You, Armand. will leave me for to. day murmured Pauline, placing her hand in that of her lover; II have 8 task to perform before shall he worthy of your affection. In the meantime trust me. and wait,"
 II will, answered the artist; "I will return to my hotel. and bo ready to at- tend you at any moment you may need my presence"
 ''Gent!emen," said tho Frenchwoman, turning to the two visitors, who had been looking on with considerable wonder Mont, nt scene they had been unable to comprehend, II fear that we have sadly wasted your valuable time. Events have occurred which will unavoidnbly postpone tho ceremony you were invited to witness
 "Then there will be no wedding to- day, mademoiselle?"
 ..There will not"
 "Don Juan is i'll, fear?" said one of the guests.
 He is not quito himself" answered Pauline, gravely.
 The two gentlemen expressed their re- gret and retired, accompanied by Ar mand Tremlay. Captain Prendereills seated himself in an easy chair and stretching his great legs upon an em- broidered cushion, took pipe and to- bacco-pouch from his pocket and pre- pared to enjoy himself.
 If you could send mo a bottle of brandy to wet my lips with. while I'm waiting, l should take it kindly. made moiselle." he said.
 Pauline promised that his request should be attended to, and left the room, followed by Paul.
 But on the threshold of Don Juan's private apartmon; she paused and hesi- tated for a moment.
 "He knows nothing yet of what has happened" she said; ''I had better see him alone. Wait!'
 She entered the apa1tmen and re- mained about quarter of an hour. That period seemed an age to the young man as he paced up and down the hall
 He had thrust he parchment into the ruse it's contents, but refraned from do- iug SO until he could gain the solitude of hi own chamber.
 He did not perceive two glaring eyes which followed his every movement from dark corner of the shady hall.
 The eyes were those of Tristan the slave, who stood concealed behind one l of the pillars which supported tho coil 1 ing of the apartment. Pauline Corsi at last emerged from the chamber of Don Juan.
 He will not see you yet" she said | ''but ln two hours from this time you are to go to him, and all will be arrans ed. He promises that tho past shall be atoned for, at least as far as you are concerned. In the meantime you had better rest, for you look haggard and worn out, as if you had not slept for long,"
 II have not" answered Paul "my du- ties on board tho Amazon and my OWL troubles have hindered me from slcep." "Then go to your own room and rest. Remember your interview with Don Juan will be a painful one, and you will need | to be prepared for it. But Camilla, let me see her
 Not until you ha"e seen her iathc7. 1 Nay, do not think me cruel; trust itI.', | act for the best. She has seen S',i. name and character cleared to the C., ea 1 of the world. and sh" + hapry. :n'i will forge; the foolish wor!s I spoke c | you when last we met ill the house, ;i:.l you will trust me, will you no;:
 II wi!l Pauline"
 ''Theu provo your trust hy implicit obedience"
 II will" answered the yc~7g man
 He retired to his old apartment. It had been un1isturbed since the day on | which he quilted it. His books and pa pers all remained as he had left them
 
 l any article in the room. | He knew not that this was owing to | the orders given ny Camilla MOraqultOS to her favorite slave, Perita.
 He entered the chamber, and was about to secure the door before reading the document given to him by Pauline. | but he found, to his surprise that thele e | was no key in the lock. 1 He had always been in the habit Of | locking the door, and he knew, there foSe, that the key had been removed since he left the villa.
 Taking the parchment from his breast he seated himself near the window. be- heath the shade of tho Venetian shut ters, and commenced his examination of the all important document. l It was the last will and testament of | Tomaso CrVclli, in which the SpaGiard bequeathed his entire fortune to his only and beloved son, Paul Crivelli Attached to the will was letter addressed to Paul, in which Don Tomaso revealed 10 him that he was the son of favorite quadroon slave. whom the Spanard had married after giving her her freedom.
 The marriage had been kept secret on account of the false pride of Don To- maso, which would not permit him to acknowledge as his wife one who was known to have been a slave.
 After reading these two documents the young man fell upon his knees In an attitude of thanksgiving.
 Providence, I thank thee!' he ex- claimed. II am no longer nameless outcaat-a dependent on the charity o1 strangers. He whom so dearly loved was indeed my father, and humble though my mother may have been, her son has no cause to blush for her"
 His next care was to place the precious documents in safety.
 He would not trust them about his own person lest his uncle should have found some plot to get them from him he therefore secured them in q smal leathern portmanteau, the lock of which would have defied the cleverest thief ir America.
 The key he attached to thin gold chain, which he wore under his waist coat and which held the locket contain ing Camillias portrait; the locket whict had been observed by Augustus Horton Having done this Paul looked at his . watch
 , The whole business had only occupied !, half an hour; he had therefore an houl [ end half to wait before his interview l