Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-14

IL. announced, and, recovering hims elf as if by an effort. advanced to greet him.
 '.rhis is kind. my dear Augustus" he said, but I thought you had left New Orleans for Hortonvilie."
 "It is quite true-I left yesterday"
 "And returned this morning?"
 s.Ycs'
 "caprieIous boy! So soon tired of your rural rctreat?" b "You cannot guess the cause of my return?"
 No indeed"
 What, Don Juan! Can you not i'm agine that there may be loadstar shin ing in this city, which draws mo back to it in spite of myself?'
 An! l begin to understand. And that loadstar is"
 "Your daughter Cam;lia.'
 The SpaniaTd was silent for some mo- ments, as if absorbed in thought. Then, turning to the planter, he said gravely, Augustus Horton, I havo long forsecn this. 1 will freely own to you, that some time since, I cherished moro ambitious views for my only child. We Spaniards are proud race and I once hoped that the husband cf my daughter might be one of the naughty nobles of my distant land. But that is past now" he added, with a sigh: your rank is as high as that of any man in Louisiana. You are
  rich himself by marriage. You are young handsome, wealthy. Win her, then, you have my free consent
 "And your assietaace?' "Yss"
 ..Bnt if she should refusc?" Il cannot force her wishes. She is my only child, the sole treasure of an old mans heart. If you cannot wiu her l love, you must submit to her refusal of her hand"
 Augustus Horton retired with many ex- l pressions of gratitude and affection, but once outside the chamber his brow dark | ened and he clinched his fist as he III ut l tered with an oath This Sraninrd is like some foolish old l woman lie cannot. force his daughters s l wishcs, forecoth ard the double fortune 1 of Don Juan Moraauitos ard Don Tom | aso Crivelli may go,o any handsome sd- 1 venturer, upon whom Donna Cami!liH | chooses to bcstow her aticc;ion." | As these thoughts were busy in his | brain, he crossed the S acous hail on | lis way to CaEiill a :, a, av,ments. In the corridor lea@lHg to the yc;, 8 l girls bou :oir, he met Pauline Corsi. He did no' stop to Sprak t~' nel, bur l passed her with q cartie : bn~-SUcn G | sa;u'e as 6 man only bestow> npon one whom he thinks ia" Hrn T il hiln. It did not estane the 5"an observation l Of the trei!clt" Q nan '.'o sac lh'it- | murel. as s!,e S;laccu back at tine American, Il am d SoNerress-a dapcn!- ent- unworthy of your notice. Mr. Horton, the day may come when you | will :iNt! me nI wraA enemy! She brokc into tic irerr.- chorus of q gay French song, aH she ii;1i i3.,! speak ing, and tripped away, "a,i'iinS hA'' some joyous bird.
 None could have drean,ed the dark l E.,t haual :, al l exterior.
 Augustus Horton entered '" n"ndolr, | au,i lifting a io@p-cotnled 7 .' ..ft 'r | which shrouded the do0:'.1 ,c"' l silence upon tEe occu;au. oj the : ,-- | Der.
 The heiress was sea;": ncai the C.. '-: window, her ronnGeN ",""W. | Il! "... polished as unveinri ma: ". :,r-:,: ,:.c .! thee sniun O. her char. he. !'i; ..!- l.. on her hand, her iu>irouS eyes ' .4tG lE the siIkrn !ashes tna1 ct.rt ulu"i them her whole attitude hrSjrHAt"r Il" ;riu foundest melancholy.
 ihe planter gazHd u2on hnr V y.th ads:, ration, but it was ad-irat.nn unmiHs,; ,A | vii Il love.
 It was with the same feeling he woni. have experienced in looking a somo Go"- gcous pictne.
 His eye was bcwitched by il,e cxGui>;t, coioring, the perfect form, but h!s heart was untouched.
 Nothing could hc more complete thal the contrast between the Spanish g.r | and the OctOrcon-
 Both were bcautiful-both had c!es 0; deepest black. but the orbs of Cora
 Leslie were sci. and p"nsivc, wni., those of Camilla MoraquilOs flashed witt the burning flames of d asOUt..c; cline
 Cora S Ova! checks were pale as the un
 su!lied leaf of the wate; l. y; Cam!!i q I IL. ,l l,t, !.
 that splendid hue, rarely seen save ill 2
 petals of the damask rose.
 But each had offended tho pride of tn:
 planter, and he determined that caci
 should pay bitter penalty for havln:
 dared to prefer another.
 He told his suit and was rejected wit scoin. Nav, more, he saw thirG not only wa
 he utterly indifferent to the Spanie
 girl-therc was something beyon'! ii
 indifference in her manner-5omethln
 even more powerful than scorn-ther
 was hatred!
 Infuriated by this discovery, he deter
 mined to fathom her rca~o on ''CamiliI
 Moraquitos," he said, with out~ai
 calmneas, beneath which ragged sui
 pressed passion. you have rcjrc.cd lh offer of devoted heart. Be it so! : cannot force your compliance. You lov another; no doubt sonIo honorable mar whose unsul!ied name will shed luste upon the woman he weds. 3 The Spanish girls head dropped a 7 Augustus said this, with chilling irony , She felt that he knew her secret, an : the bitterness of the sheer wounded he t to tho heart.
 3 But this is not all," continued tn l planter; mot only do you love another but you hate me. I ask you why this
 SOP"
 :, eShall I tell you?" she asked graveIy . lifting her flashing eyes, and looking hil
 full in the face. "Yes."
 Heaven forgive me if l wrong yai ] Augustus Horton, but soine secret II stinct tells me hat you were associate ! with that pitiful wretch, SiIas Craig, : the plot which brought disgrace upo
 the nalnc of onc- r "Who is very dear to you! Is it ne I so, DcHra CamiIlia?' t "Yes," she answered, proudly, ''1 hay
 never before confessed my love to mo 3 tai. I confess it now to you. 1t will [ least prove my belief in his innocence = '.Mr. Paul Lismon is very hapI
 man to possess 90 fair defender" sal
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