Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-09

4Ou Au0W bOm0Cu1u8 OI Q0f former history, presumea" inquired the lady.
 She had Q double object in view; the Idea of finding out what he knew and whether the story of Nora Warner, as told to Carol. were true.
 ''There IS nothing of her past that do not know, madam, and if she has come to grief am well aware of the source. Let a hair of her head be injured and her vil- lainous husband, Roger Darrel, must settle with mo. Delay no longer, pray you, for every second is torture to me-
 There was something frank in the young mans voice and way of speaking that went straight to the lady's heart, and she knew that he was honest and manly; hence she sympathized with him in his sorrow.
 ''I see you are her friend, sir, and as such I shall confide the facts to you. Nora Warner has again fallen into the hands of those demons from whom she once before escaped. The mad-house doctor has been here."
 ''My God is it possible?"
 There was Q gritting of the strong teeth and even in the candle light she see that the mans face paled in the com prehensive knowledge of what this meant.
 She then went on to tell all that had occurred, and he heard the news with the aspect Of man who suffered and yet made no sound.
 Courses on his headr' he muttered fiercely when she was done; !. che Is the worst devil on earth, and the time will come when retribution will fall upon him, and it shall be my hand that deals the blow. If he has dared to harm hair of her head, shall torture the life out of him."
 When he became calm he made in- quiries, for it seemed that Nora had only told him tho circumstances of her past without certain particulars, and he was glad to be shown the torn card which the doctor had left behind him, and which Carol had thoughtfully picked up from the place she had thrown it on the previous night.
 He did not despair. for he had right ol his side, and moreover was possessed ol 8 certain amount of power which he could bring into play when tho occasion demanded it.
 Of course this young man was the same whom we saw in the company of Nora Warner at the time when she fought her memorable duel with Capt. Grant, the "Jack" whom the duelist thought he had seen before and yet could not place to save his neck.
 While they talked, Carol had joined them, and her presence was acknowl- edged by the young man with polite bow.
 He was unable to say what had been Morals mission in seeking the young girl again, but all he knew was that the poor, deceived wife had discovered something of the utmost importance which must be communicated to Carol without delay if she would save her from years of intense suffering.
 This was what she had been trying her best to tell when the brutal keeper choked her further utterance.
 The widow had not dared to toll Jack the full particulars of that terrible scene, for she saw that he was of an excitabIe temperament, and also that he loved Nora Warner, and she feared the result. It was enough for him to know that che was again in the power of those villains, and as he seemed to possess Morals entire confidence, it might be readily supposed that she had some time in tho past given him to understand what manner of man the doctor was, so that he could judge for himself what must have happened when the girl was recaptured.
 He did not intend to lose any time, but would start upon the trail at once.
 To rescue an inmate of a mad-house was something liable to prove a tough lob, but he was man of great determi-
 {ro% I, yl1I, all that he undertook.
 He had but general idea as to whore the asylum was located, but once in the neighborhood 1t would be easy for him to find out all he wished.
 While they were yet talking, some thing very like 0 muffled shriek reached their ears and caused them all to spring up.
 'What was that7" asked each, in won- der.
 "They say this place Is haunted, be- cause of singular noises heard here at times, but found they originated in 8 very commonplace manner, for the loft above this mill was occupied by troop of wild cats and during the night they were wont to indulge in melee that to superstitious ears sounded like the shrieks of deadly foes, and their falls from rafters that ended each combat was to them a repetition of the old murder that took place here. Iremedied all that by shutting up the holes in the window by means of which they gained ingress, and ever since that time have never been bothered by any unearthly sound. What ever that was we heard just now, 1t came from the interior of the mill and will bear investigation; so, if you would do us the favor, sir, the time Is at hand"
 Jack was perfectly willing, and the three immediately entered the main DOT ton of the mill by means of door in the back of the widows humble kitchen. They had lighted o lamp in the place of the dim candle and were thus enabled to look around them In all directions.
 The mill was not very large building, and had been arranged as such edif1ces generally are. only that the mad miller had attached his house to his mill, living