Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-24

and the cigarette was tossed into the open | grate spitefully.
 ''I am afraid am not so much the child | of my mother as have always imagined" he resumed, as If in apology to his better | self, "for l feel as Miriam must have felt 1 when she talked to me of the Hall when | was ill., How well remember the flash of l her beautiful eyes as she rehearsed to me how Sir Rupert waved her of from his l presence. Away in the cold world he sent | her in her sorrow! No wonder she even l wishes to sunder every tic binding her to the roof that sheltered htn.!''
 He walked back and forth the length of the little apartment, savagely, restlessly. It seemed that the spirit of the Percivals ranking hate, which could carry it's victims into the des perate on short notice.
 "I don't know" he ground through his set teeth, and he shivered; "I don't know but that the evil breeding in the accursed halls of our ancestors reaches out for it's victims even here, for it seems to me that the nearer get to Heatherleigh the moro unlike myself become"
 He paused before the diminutive mirror over against the window and surveyed him. self for some minutes In silence. Then he went back to the mantel and, resting his elbow on the corner of it, tried to con-
 
 tales of cruel, angry treatment told him by his father as enacted toward himself by Leon Pcrcival, his father, rushed hotly across his mind; and the cruelty of Sr Rupert to his beloved dared him to forget them, or to remember them kindly.
 The angry flush he had noticed SO plainly in the mirror surged up to his noble brow and his soul burned for revenge. But they were dead-all of the msledictive ones-and were, perhaps, getting their dues. while he, Allan Percival, was standing there giving vent to the spirit which had dragged them down. Ahi this would never do, his soul whispered, warningly. No; this giving way to the vanity of useless wrath would never bear to be dall,ed with. By power full effort he choked down the rising anath- ema and betook himself to asserting some papers he had brought with him from Trou- ville
 Seated at the table, arranging the con- tents of a heavy leather bound portfolio, he bent eagerly to his task Tn order to over come the tumult within. A sigh of relief escaped him. "I am glad" he said, with a tremor in his voice, ''that my mother was a mild, sweet t-souled woman, and that par take of her nature greatly, else how should ever come through 1t all with unstained hands.
 "But, after all" he continued, while his face paled with sorrowful emotion, ''after all am not to forget that am Percival! and that if should be able to change my name Q thousand times, the blood ,Vould tellr'
 He looked for moment as If he would be glad to slip from his identity, even though he might evolve a mere slave.
 If when Leon Percival in his wrath dis inherited my father he had only taken from him the arrogance, the senseless, passion ate spirit, and the unforgivinR, relentless soul of the house, what blessing his dlsin- heritance would have been! Built was only the property and the honor of being named as one of them that he missed, that is all
 "Oh! I am glad" he exclaimed, tri- umphantly, "that haven't a farthing, no, not q Jurthtno of tho Percival wealth!''
 He looked up as he finished his exultant sentence and caught sight of his face in the tell-tale mirror. Then he laughed softly to himself. "Pshaw!" said he, and the evil feeling had ebbed out it's last tidal wave, and he was left In possession of his sweet mothers nature to which he so often re- ferred with fondest pride.
 Three days after we leave Allan Perclval at his lodgings in London we find him standing in the library, the dimly-lighted, ghostly-looking library of Heatherlcigh.
 He was alone; the good-natured, portly squire was poking about the gallery on the second floor, imagining he could read the soul by the countenance; and so was very busy reveling and romancing among the portraits. He had no idea that the hand some, well-dressed cockney, as he chose to mentally dub the fellow downstairs, was a scion of the ancestral line he was viewing "No," Squire Bancroft was saying to him. self, "that's young strip of ha barrister the solicitors lave sent down 'ere to hin spect the books hand take hn list of them, hi reckon, so hi won't bother i'm Hi will just henjoy myself hup 'ere, hand kill two birds with one stone by looking the pictures hover vile 'e's taking lis hinvcntory." So the easy-natured squire turned tho portraits this way and that to get sufficient | light, and adjusted the heavy curtains on | their dusty brass rings to suit himself, and persuaded his speculative soul that it was having a holiday treat.
 l Down in the dim semi-twilight of 'the room of the books'' stood Allan, saying in an undertone: ''To the lefthand end ot the shelves, and the third row. An! now I have it," and after removing several vol 1 tunes he placed his hand on the panel indi- cated in her letter.
 ''To tho right, now," aud he gave the panel a shove in the direction named by Miriam, and 1t slid back noiselessly, but sending up cloud of dust nevertheless.
 "By Jovev Allan ejaculated, stepping back and brushing the dust from his face and eyes, Git Is worth ransom to be smothered in this way"
 Then he listened to rcassure himself that Bancroft was not coming now at the su- preme moment to be inqulsitive and vex him with words and looks of distrustful questioning, perhaps.
 No, the squire wat not coming; doubtless he would not, as Allan had announced his intention of overhaulng the dozens of dusty volumes, some of them ancient and curious ly bound and others of later date. "What g place for an old book worm of a fellowv
 ejaculated Allan, elbowir g the ancient tome
 at his right, as he thrust his hand into tho
 recess in the wall, after having satisfied
 himself that Bancxoft was not coming.
 The first thing his hand touched he drew
 forth. It proved to be the long-hidder
 casket containing Lady Percival's jewels.
 Brushing the dust from the elegant cover
 he opened it for moment in order that he
 might know what he really did have. Dia
 monds; diamonds scintillating even in thu
 dim light told him he had the required
 jewels. Shutting the casket he discovered
 the letters l.. P. engraven in the center 0 the cover