Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-01

library, Carol," he said. with intense passion in his voice.
 At another time this would have alarmed her, and perhaps aroused her dormant spirit, but she now seemed hopelessly crushed, and with @ listless air followed him.
 Once the library door was closed, Law renee Richmond turned on her almost savagcly.
 Ibid you meet Capt. Grant?" he asked.
 II saw nothing of him." she replied.
 The captain was gentleman who had been visiting them for a few day past, fierce war-dog.-in his own estimation and the most celebrated duelist outside of Paris. He had been showing Carol some attentions. but she detested him; and, consequently, when the captain learned from her father of her love for Roger Darrel, the soldier duelist was not in the most pleasant of humors toward the young Virginian, whom he savagely threatened to "call out" in the presence of the old gentleman, who had applauded his action, though thus far 1t had come to naught.
 "Child." he said, and his heavy eye brows contracted into frown, 'you have been disobeying my wishes. This very night you have been in the company of the man hate, the man against whom I warned you, and who will yet bring sor- pw into your young life. Have you not been with Roger Darrell"
 You speak truly, father"
 And you have dared disobey me. Girl, you know not what you do when you 50 recklessly brave my anger. My temper has been curse all my life, and but for my great love for you would not TOW be able to control it. Hear me, child; you shall never be Roger Darrers wife! This have sworn, and in it will not be thwarted."
 "Spare your words, father. If was of tho same mind as yesterday, you would find that possessed just as resolute dctermiHa as you, and nothing you could have said or done would have in- fluenced me in my resolve; but a higher power has seen fit to accomplish the work. This night Roger Darrel looked his last on my tace. Never again will we meet, father, unless by accident, and then it will be as strangers. The hand of fatc has turned our lives apart, and through Nora Warner he is lost to me-"
 "Nora Warner! That girl still alive? Then she has done me one good turn at last"
 Carol could but start when she heard these words, for they told her that her father had known this mad woman in tho years gone by, although it was evident that he was not acquainted with her his tory from the time she had come to know Roger Darrel.
 This Capt. Grant, who has made his appearance upon the stage of our story, was also connected with this strange and dramatic past, in what manner the reader will soon see.
 That he was bold and bad man, the young girl had been already warned by her keen sense of perception, yet the soldier had dashing aspect, and it was only the gleam of his eye and the sheer of his voice that had warned Carol against him. What influence he had over her father she could not even guess, but without doubt the master of Richmond Terrace feared him.
 Capt. Grant knew his power well, and 1t had been his intention in coming to the Terrace to use it to the best advan- | tage Perhaps this had something to do with the manner In which Lawrence Rich mond cherished the spark of hatred for the Darrels in his breast, in order that he might have just canse for separating the lovers.
 Varied though the emotions o& Carol 1 Richmond must have been, they could
 not, of course, equal those that filled the mind and heart of Roger Darrel, as he l stood there looking after his lost love, and realizing that fate had again taken hand | in the game, sundering the hearts that it had SO strangely brought together. s'Whv did we ever meet? Was it be- cause Heaven wished to punish Dare | for that sin! If that be so, then the blight has indeed fallen upon mo but l pray God that all the bitter pain and an 1 gush may como to me also; let not { single shaaowy regret touch her bright heart"
 While Ire still stood there, his thoughts
 busy, there came the sound of footballs @