Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-03

rested by the passionate gestures of the mulatto slave, had fingered in the back ground, anxious to discover the cause of his agitation.
 His anger ys.as terrible when he found that the fatal secret which it had been the business of his life to conceal from Cora, was now revealed. But he still lln- gered, anxious to hear all.
 sToby," murmured Cora, rising from her knees; tell me where did they bury my mother?"
 "Her grave is half hidden in the thick est depths of wood of magnolias upon the borders of Silas Craig's plantation. I carved rustic cross and placed it at the head"
 'You will conduct me to the spot, Toby?" asked Cora.
 At this moment Gerald Leslie rushed forward, and, springing toward Toby, lifted his riding-whip as if about to strike the mulatto, when Cora flung herself be- tween them.
 "Strike me rather than him !" she ex- claimed; then turning to the elave, she | said quietly, "Go Toby! I swear to you that while live none shall harm so | much as a hair of your head" The mulatto fingered for q moment, | looking imploringly at Gerald Leslie. Forgive me, master, if l have spoken, :" | he murmured pleadingly. Il wilt not have you excuse yourself" | said Cora. "You have only done your duty. Go!'
 Toby bent his head and slowly retired. l Cora stood motionless, her arms folded, her eyes fixed upon Gerald Leslie.
 "Well," she said, "why do you not has not already chastised my insolence? | Your daughter? No The child of Fran l cilia, 8 quadroon, a slavei Prove to me, | sir. that 1 am before my master; for if am indeed your daughter, I demand of an account of your conduct to my l mother"
 | "You accuse me! You, CoraW ex- claimed Gerald Leslie. | II am ungrateful, am not? Yes, an- other father would have allowed this child to grow up to slavery; while you, | ashamed of your paternal love, as if it had been crime, you tore mo from my mothers arms, in order that might for get her; in order to withdraw mo from tho curse which rested upon me; to ef- face, if possible, the last trace of this fatal stain!'
 'What could have done moro than this, Cora?'
 "You could have refrained from giving me life You sent me to England; you caused me to be educated like princess. Do you know what they taught me in that free country2 They taught me | of every mother. are alike sacred" ''lt is. then, with my affection that you would reproach me ]" replied Gerald Les lie mournfully. II would have saved you, and you accuse me, as if that wish had been a crime! I snatcned you from the abyss that yawned before your in. fant feet, and in return you curse me Oh, remember, Cora. remember the cares which lavished upon you! Remember my patient submission to your childish caprices; the happiness I felt in all you1 baby joys; my pride when your little arms were twined about my neck, and your rosy lips responded to my kisses P
 "No, no| exclaimed Cora; ''do not re mind mo of these things. would not remember them, for every embrace be slowed upon you was a theft from my unhappy mother"
 .'Your mother! Hold. girl! do no speak to me of her! for though feel tha, che was innocent of the hazard of he1 hirth. could alxsost hate her for hayinl