Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-01
1 | TERED BY FATE
BY EMMA s. soUTHwORTH.
Copyright 1884. by Laird < Les.


 Copyright 1884. by Laird < Lee. Carol inherited some of the determined will of her father, and although the gipsy girls words had stunned her at first, she recovered by degrees. It began to dawn upon her mind that there might be some ! mistake; her faith in her lover was great. and she could not believe that he would l be guilty of such terrible thing as this l of which the black-eyed girl accused him. 'sIt is falser' she cried; chow dare you tell me such 8 thing? You are either iprr l sane, or else malicious. What reason have you to hate Roger Darrel, thateyou should traduce him to me thus2 How dare you, say?"
 Her slender figure was drawn up with queenly grace, and there was a majesty in her very manner, but the gipsy did not seem to be very deeply impressed by 1 it.
 1 She laughed, and there was some thing in the cachinnation that grated upon the nerves, and produced an un- pleasant feeling.
 | "Dare! You arc not acquainted with the gipsy character, see, or you would not ask such question. There Is noth- ing that Barbara Merriles would not dare undertake. Hate Roger Darrel? Yes, have cause to, but hate could never manufacture such a story. Do you want proof strong as holy writ2 You can have it from your lovers lips. He will not dare deny the truth. Look him in the eyes and tell him you have heard the story of Nora Warner. Then mark well tho pallor of his face, his shrinking eyes, h;s trembling form. He will stand be- fore you condemned. Will you love him still, the man who would have welded you with his lawful wife still living, and in a mad house, you whose face pro- claims your pride, or will you spurn the coward, and send him from you with words of loathing3"
 l What can do, If what you tell me is true? Oh. my God, cannot believe it He is too noble, too just, too good. There Is some mistake-there must be some mistake. Girl, do you know that your words have gone to my heart like hot iron, soaring and scorching my very soul, and that, though would give worlds to weep, cannot shed a tear? Surely this is some horrid nightmare, from which I shall awaken and thank Heaven 1t was but dream"
 Her apparent agony of mind was so in- tense that 1t seemed to have some effect even on the gipsy girl, who had hated her so bitterly, for when she spoke there 1 was a vein of pity in her voice, whether real or assumed it would be hard indeed to say.
 If the latter, then it accomplished we'll its work, for Carol was more willing to believe one who was in sympathy with her, than one who seemed to gloat over her misfortune.
 "Poor child of the house-dweller, tho gipsy said, her voice both low and soft, like the purring of cat, and her manner possessed of no little magnetism; "after all you are not to blame. Why should feel hard toward you? We are both his victims. Strange that the fair child of the house-dweller ands the poor Romany girl should meet as equals, but it is so. have seemed to cut you to the heart, but some day you will thank me for my work, when you realize from what ter rible fate have saved you. Adios, Carol Richmond"
 "What, are you going?"
 "Yes; my duty is done. Should you wish to see me again, you will find me here at noon. I love to sit and look at | Ulc WdICIS OA JOA 11NSi, OOWA UClOW do not ask you to believe my words prove them by confronting the william, and ask him if he knows Nora Warner. am here for vengeance. have come from a sunny land over the great water, following him wherever he went, and my first blow shall fall through you, though do not bear you malice. You may hate me, but 1t will be as one would hate the | h,,yp <,f ho orin ho Ptn, the poison of mad dog had been sent into it.'
 Turning, the strange creature was gone.
 The night was one long to be remem. bered.
 in the eastern sky the round moon walking in glory, lent her silvery light tc the world below, and myriads of twink. ling stars, mysterious lanterns of the night, were hung about to assist, in 6 feeble way, her brave effort
 Through openings in the branches above, the moon peeped down, casting long silver spears to the ground thai seemed to vibrate as the night air rustlet the leaves overhead.
 The air was melodious with the sum mer chorus of the night, as heard on tht Potomac.
 Roger was walking slowly up and dowr with his arms behind him. Where hi! thoughts were could be easily guessed
 and, therefore, what must have been his
 astOnishment to see 8 slender, white
 robed figure standing in front of him.
 "What, Carol, my darling, is it reall, , you? Why, are you here?" he asked ] tenderly.
 } "I am here to learn tho truth, Roger where is Nora Warner?" she said, almos 3 fiercely.
 3 CHAPTER III. 3 1.-THE GIPSY's CURSE HAS DOOMED ME,
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