Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-20

 and, raising the fallen man, bore him to place of safety just as. with mighty roar, the burning structure gave way, sending amyriad of sparks skyward as it crushed in like an eggshell.
 Roger was not seriously hurt. True, he bore upon his arms burns that would never be wholly lost, but they would be slcrod scars, for they were received while he had in his arms the girl he loved.
 When he recovered his senses he found Carol bending over him, supreme love written on every lineament of her sweet face. Her soft lips pressed kisses upon his wounded arms. Between those two no clouds could ever come again: they had been baptized in fire, and the bond was cemented forever.
 His face and hair had escaped because he had been wise enough to cover them with a wet cloth, all but the eyes. and he had ducked his head when passing through the flames.
 Presently he was able to arise, and then he found group near by, bending over form upon the ground. It was the Captain.
 A strange fate had brought together all those whom he had wronged to see the arch-schemer die. Above him stood the Russian detective, scared little from contact with the flames, and yet still worth dozen dead men; Law 1 renee Richmond, Jack, and the girl who had been the wife of the dying man, as she believed-Nora Warner. 1 Kneeling beside the Captain was the | gipsy, Barbara Merriles. The two men, locked in the room and with the fire roaring around them, rem dered desperate by their situation, had hurled themselves against the door, but the effort was useless, and they would undoubtedly have been burned alive but 1 that the detective chanced to remember an axe that was lying in @ small closet.
 With this they assailed the door by turns, like two great Farnese Herculte, | but it was almost too late, for the smoke was filling the room, and, when they did manage to smash the lock of the door 1t was only to find themselves face to face with huge pillows of seethipg flames that swept up the stairs and licked up the woodwork.
 The Captain rushed down first, and was just in time to receive the crushing blow from the rafter outside the build ing.
 Thus did the vengeance of Heaven overtake the plotter, when that of man seemed almost without hope.
 He lay there dying nowhere could be no mistake about that-and his eyes wandered from one face to another, lighted up by the glare of the still burning remnants of the haunted mill.
 When he saw Roger approach, sup ported by Carols arm, something that was almost @ smile came across the dying mans 8 face, and he beckoned for them to draw still nearer.
 Death has caught mo, cousin" he hoarsely whispered, as they bent over him. 'I have wronged many in my life, but now all is over, and go to pay the penalty. Is there one here who can say he or she will not forgive me? In the name of Heaven, do not refuse & dying man this request"
 All were silent. No one denied him this, and although his voice grew weaker as he proceeded, his face lighted uI strangely.
 "Nora, I see you have found happi ness with that noble young man and it Is not so hard to forgive; nor car you, cousin, now that all the clouds art cleared away, look upon this dying wretch with anger. Lawrence Richmond you will find the false paper held ove1 you on my person. It was forgery for you were innocent of the crime though circumstances aided mo in secur , ing my power over you. Jack Avenal, , know you now. Your sister Is at las avenged. As for you, Barbara, pool girl, once loved you better than augh else in my life. Had I let that love reign. would have been better man but trampled it under foot, deceived l. you; and became worse than ever; bu I this swear once l really - love- you"
 The poor gipsy girl uttered cry an' hid her face in her hands, ovcrmastere' by emotion. Capt. Grant was almos gone, but, turning his eyes upon the de tective, he gasped:
 ''It will servo you just as well-yo' know 1t was-dead or alive. l can def -you-now."
 He was dead! -f..
 Heaven be merci full to his soul, for h had never known what mercy was in thi | world, and there wore moro hearts thai
 those present at the time of his deat
 that were crying out for vengeance be
 cause of this evil man.
 They buried him in the country churcf
 yard with the Darrels, though he ill-de
 served this distinction, and tried to fo
 get him.
 Nora Warner went home with Caro
 and they two became great friends. Tn
 latter was as happy as the day was Ion!
 and delighted to hear Nora tell of what
 noble man Roger Darrel was.
 Nora knew Lawrence Richmond of ol d for they had met before. She was u 10 daughter of a wealthy Virginian, and I ' poor obscure girl. He had imagine n that she had done him harm. but 1t q " turned out that she had once, in h.
 womanly indignation, upbraided him ft d his conduct toward his wife, the story "a which she had heard.
 d Nora married Jack Avenal, whose si Q ter had been one of the dead mans vi