Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-30

UNDER A CLOUD CLEARING HIMSELF. r-= Thrilling and Absorbing Story tortured her-to hide with her bruised and broken heart from all the world.
 Ingot left to call Sarah, whose brother had arrived and taken his place in the sick room.
 Miss Carol is quite broken down. want you to put her to bed and keep her quiet," he advised, and turned away into Lyman's den, where he threw himself into an easy chair before the glowing grate. "Idon't know how it is, but that girl can wind nc 'round her little finger when she likes. don't begrudge the week if it brings | her to me willingly, and she'll keep her | word now she's given it. She never prom l ised out and out before, only left the idea that rhe gave in as she believed, but now | there's not loop-holo left her. Lyman | wasn't quite 20 bad as took him to Dc ln his cold-blooded plotting. The wonder is, SO long as he'd made up his mind to take that way out of his scrape, that he didn't do something in the way of making restitution to Everleigh. Hang it all, how am to know |
 but he did'''
 With this new thought in his mind, MT. Ingot was no longer quiescent. Ho sprang up and began pacing the room, casting un- easy and speculative glances about him. What had Lyman been doing during those long night hours at the banka The book keeper had held the opinion hitherto that the extra work was only meant to keep down an uneasy conscience, but it occurred to him now that he might himself be placed in an embarrassing position if Lyman had left confession for MT. Everleigh.
 He had no scruple about searching the desk of the injured man. It was easy for him to invent an excuse for obtaining the keys to it, and five minutes after his search began 0 thick envelope, which was ad- dressed to Althea Everleigh, lay in his hands.
 "Made up mostly of moonshine, but with enough of unpleasant fact in it to make it safer there," he muttered, as he consigned the missivc which he had opened and glanced over, to that bed of glowing coals.
 This little incident robbed Mr. Ingot of the light spirits which Carols concession had given him. It opened up problem which he had not yet contemplated. There could be no doubt but that Carol would insist upon making tho restitution when she should recover from the shock and horror of tho tinc. Now, the Idea of wrestling fifty thousand dollars from Lyman Childer's unwilling hands had made no inconsiderable la't of Hiram Ingot's former pleasant e.c- .:sr. md his ) brow cloudcd over at the proapc". of rclin- quishing his golden hopes.
 "After all, it's the girl want moro than the money" he unused. "pd rather havo Carol without it than Miss Everlcigh with 1t, for all her beauty and pride."
 Through the dark days that followed, In- got remained in the house. He took the reins of government in his own hands, and in every way possible spared the stricken girl, who had crept back to her place by her brothers bedside, only leaving it when he came and led her away, commanding the rest or the refreshment which she never seemed to feel tho need of herself
 What was she thinking of as she sat there through the long, weary days, far into the gruesome nights, with her mournful eyes
 resting always on the face which pressed the pillow, now pale and drawn with pain, now flushed with fever and wild with de- , lirium, as the sick man rayed and tossed in tho grip of the fever tiends There was no sign to tell, but a weight like lead lay upon her heart.
 Only once had there como any thing like gleam of consciousness or reason to Ly- man, and then, waking out of fitful slum-
 Der, he fixed his burning eyes upon her,
 with wistful smile trembling on his lips.
 "Why, sis, what timo you've been com
 ing to me-" he murmured, responsibility. 1T thought you cared moro for fellow. , Oh, therel do you seea He has come back from tho grave-from the grave-to punish mo for the trust betrayed. Keep off; tell you, keep offl'
 II He sprang up in the bed, screaming and 8 waving back the spector which his fcvcred
 orpin nofi hoI ,{c hands to his breast fell back heavily, SWoon.
 ing, Carol thought, but in a moment more
 he began babbling with only now and then
 an ineligible word or sentence. , Edson-Edson Confound the young
 jackanapes! why must he rake up that pack
 age. You can't have her, Ingot-1ll die first You'll find every thing made straight, Mr.
 Everleigh. tell you, it isn't stealing when Q Q man only takes his own" - And so on and SO on for hours at stretch e while the restless head rolled, and then he would relapse into stupor which had little
 rest in 1t. Tho doctor was of the opinion
 that his fever was not 50 much the result o1
 his wound as of some intense mental strair 4 or nervous shock which preceded it.
 "There was no injury to the head, yor
 see. This brain fever would have had hin il in it's clutches in day or two more, d fancy, had there been no other trouble anG
 if he dies can't conscientiously swear tha
 the wound killed him." he confided to In lgot
 "You think he will die, thenr
 "There's no telling. He stands Q chance
 unless blood poisoning sets in. He seems
 to have been Q young man of exemplary habits, and that much is in his favor." Ingot made the most of this report t4
 Carol, who never asked question. Sh'
 knelt down by tho bedside after he lief NV ! o,tf{z5;