Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-06-11

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 You are very truthful. at all events" h, said, biting his lips angrily.
 ''That may be. have not been educated in cities.''
 "But you must be friends with me-" he pleaded. "Listen, and you will sec how fool. ish you arc to brave and defy my power, Do you know I could yield your father up to the government of his own country at any moment and give him the fate of desorter and traitor2 On your head would his blc1,l be-"
 ITO do so would be but in keeping with your conduct and character" she answered, calmly as ever, though every vestige of color fled from her face at the terrible threat.
 "And more," he said, slowly and sternly. with his ruthless eyes taking in every sign of emotion in the young white face before him. "I will have your husband treated like dog till he dies a dogs death, and with his last breath curses your name as the giver of his tortures Do you know what he believes you to boz"
 The gray shadows of desperation fell over
 
 colorless repose of marble,
 "What vileness have you told him2" she demanded. He laughed aloud.
 "Oh, have touched you at last2 Well, he thinks you what I have made you-the sharer of my wealth--the mistress of my heart"
 cry of agony thrilled from her very soul as she heard those terrible words. "You have told him that" she walled. 'Oh. Heaven are you a man or a ten d2"
 "I am what my love for you as made mo-
 She threw herself at his feet in a sudden paroXysm of weeping that shook her as storm blast shakes q sapling. "Oh, for Gods sake have mercy" she cried. "What have done that you should try mo thus But flow short months ago, was glad-hearted, innocent girl, and now-oh, now--tears oi blood could not wash away the memory of my sufferings and with all l am innocent still. have not done one wrong or shame- full thing and here you have made mo in his eyes so vile, so infamous, that nevor again will his heart hold of nc one tender memory, ono gontlo thought. You arc man-you had mother once-can her memory not plead for me2 What use would it be if made myself the thing you wish for your wealth's sake bartered my own solo posses sion? If you bought mo as a slave who hates her owner and despises her slavery2 For l loved once, but my love Is all gone and given for all time, and never through tho furthest stretch of years I live, can I give 1t again. Oh, let mo be, and spare him. Can you not sell your pity at my pleading?"
 You will not sell your beauty at mine."
 "Oh God, I cannot-'
 "Evon to spare his life? Even to buy his release2 At a word from you will set him fse. He may return to his country in safety. So much I can do for him, tleast. Will you not say the word, Ninette2"
 "If you would only kill me-" she moaned.
 May, that would be foolish, indeed" hs said, with the cold, cruel smile sho hated "You arc young and beautiful, you have youth and passion, and even your strength will not be always strong. No, can afford to wait, Ninette.
 She roso and faced him with despair ter. rible as death.
 "I have told you cannot love. What more do you seek?"
 "To tame you, mn belle. Your are wild now as young fettered falcon. Well, like the falcon, would have you tremble, and grow meek, and love the hand that has cap. tured you unwillingly. You are reckless proud, defant--all these qualities charm me would not have them changed for worlds You arc foolish and unreasonable-otherw | you would not be woman. Well, be it so. l am not angered, but am resolved. Do wha | I wish, or you sacrifice both father and | husband (you see have learnt your secret l to your obstinate folly" | She looked at him silently, with loathini and contempt that were eloquent, thougl and his eyes sink before the naughty chal lenge of her own.
 "I wonder if God made men," she said quietly. "I think it must have been tn devil"
 He laughed aloud. | "Men have thought the same of women my dear. many time." | "I doubt not, when such men. as you ex l ist."
 l 'We arc not very complimentary. ma belle Be wise, Ninette, and yield ere it is too late 2 You cannot hold out-it is mpossible-stron as you think yourself. You are heroic, fool l ish, mad, just now. If your husband love you would not wonder at your obstinaoy- but he does not-he hates and despises you!
 "Oh. cease" she walled.
 "It hurts you to hear 1t? Of course. N woman likes to think she loves in vain, pursued the mocking voice of her tormentol "Well, you are innocent, and you suffer a the shame and ignominy of guilt. What you gain from constancy. This man believe you fled from the security of your home wit a lover; that wearied of that lover you hay now come to me! You see you gain nothin
 by your refusal. He will never believe you life guiltless though you swore 1t by ever oath that ever bound lips to the truth. Surel you soc your folly3"
 Il see your vieness. If my hatred coul deepen, your words would sound it's loves de pths."
 "So be it," he said calmly, In no wa shamed by her scorn. 'I will give you s
 days to consider your decision. With u l Artl Io,,s >y,,