Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-28
l continued. speaking rapiaIy:

llte torture to me to think that you had gone: that you might still think Gilroy fatally injured: that you were alone with no friend to soften that dreadful soil tude'
 Miss Clare's head dropped to her hand her eyes were shaded
 You are very kind"-witii ln intona- rion tliat expressed how grateful she was.
 ''Kind!' l cried. But yon are not kind, -~.iss Clare. You lave made me suffer. You only can repay me for that misery"
 Silence that seemed dreadful to me, for she sat turned from me, her face hidden. Did not, then, this girl care for me?
 rose. I had reached that pitch of excitement when 1 rrncared cold, be- cause if l did not 1 sho,i4,. fall into the other extreme. 1 spoke, and my voice congealed on the air as it left my lips.
 Miss Clare. once 1 offered you my life. which, since have seen you, is only another name for love- You did not ac- cept it; it may be that ought to have believed that that meant only rejection, but for the sake of my future have tried not to think so''-
 Miss Clare looked up and interrupted:
 MT. Pcrrom, you may call tomorrow night; now beg that you will leave me" "
 Her face was calm, her eyes deep and steady; only her voice had an almost i'm perceptible tremor in it.
 In the afternoon of the next day let ter was left at the door for me. When asked who had brought it, the landlady said it was the servant who lived the next door below.
 was from Miss Clare. As I read l felt that the mystery of her past life was melting before me. It commenced:
 It is my desire that Mir. Perrom know something of the life of her to whom he has shown himself every way noble. I am Cuban by birth. My mother was descended from an old Andalusian fam fly whose pride is only exceeded by their love. To me my mother has always been the handsOmCst and best woman 1 have ever seen. No scorn, no jeers could ever prevent me from reverencing her as we reverence embodied truth and purity.
 Of Archibald Clare, only know that he was villain and my father. That hand some Loulsianian came to Cuba, to the plantation of my grandfather, on a visit to my mothers brother. It was only necessary for him to see my mother in order to love her. l do not mean to love: call 1t what you will We never in- with the strength, the purity, the pas sion of . life time. She was married to Archibald Clare.
 During his stay in Cuba, my father made frequent visits to his home in Lou isiana. There is no need of relating to you the details of that time. It was dis covered that Clare had been married to lady in New Orleans, two years before he ever saw my mother. After that dis covery he came no more to our planta- ton in Cuba.
 To tell you what my mother suffered would bc to reveal that which can never be toid-thc utter anguish of a human heart.
 She had loved a traitor; she was De Gama. and she was dishonorcd In those words are death and blackness. Yet she lived till was r.. Then 1 was alone, for the family had died impoverished; all but my mothers brother who was in Spain.
 It appeared that my father had not forgotten me, for he sent for me to come to New Orleans, but 1 refused After two years there came |; family from the northern states, Boston, to spend the winter near where lived. Before they returned they gave me letter from my uncle in Boston. liked the tone of the letter. liked their description of Mr. Clare, and l returned with them. About year after, 1 discovered that it had been concerted plan to get ne to my uncle's. Mir Gilroy is d nephew of Mr. Clare; he was constant visitor at the house. 1 di,t not like Mir. Clare: hated Mr Gilroy; nevertheless, in appearance everybody was good to me. Ihc nephew offered himself to me. 1 was vehemently urged to marry him, but as vchemently refused. There swept over me furious gusts of rage, of fury and despair At times there seemed to be a tempest within me. At such times those about mo trembled. Such savage moods were the inheritance left me by my volcanic natured father, my fiery but sweet souled mother. It Wasa temperament nurtured by residence among servants W ho were entirely subject to my childish control
 At last l discovered why MT. Clare was so urgent for me to marry his nephew My uncle in Spain had died and left a large fortune to me, of which had thus far been ignorant. Privately I secured the services of lawyer, but 1 only re- covered about a third of my fortune. Then 1 fled from Mir. Clare's
 dreaded Mir. Gilroy more than any thing upon earth, but he found me, you will remember when.
 My destiny is in gloom; I have no right to the name bear; have no right to an ancestral pride in my mothers family
 Here the letter ended abruptly Hardly had my eyes devoured the last word be- fore l was in the street seeking admis- sion at the next house.
 There was no one in the parlor when entered. In a moment the door opened It seemed that Miss Clare hesitated an instant, then she came in. advanced; seized her hands; I cried eagerly:
 'Now-at last-Viviane!"
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