Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-12

the heir to vast estates. Had you let him know the truth on your side, he would never have troubled you about your daughters hand. for he believed her to be an heiress."
 "Woman," gasped the old man, '.how know you shis9 supposed there was not soulin the world acquainted with the facts save my lawyer and Lione; Marsden. to whom the mortgage be- longs. What witchery Is thisP Am to be ruined by babbling tongue? Surely Heaven punishes me terribly for that mad act of the past"
 He almost groaned these last words, and she knew to what he referred, for a low exclamation fell from her lips.
 "When you believed that, you were right. Not soul in the world does know of the fact but your lawyer and Lionel Marsden. See, Lawrence Richmond, dc you recognize that document?" and from her bosom she drew scroll 'it Is the paper that takes from you Richmond Terrace, tho home of your ancestors. I am the one whom it has pleased to call herself Lionel Marsden."
 He stood there muto, his eyes glued upon tho precious document. An, if it "cAC OuV uOoCIOycu, 1oTIdG0 might yet be his, and yet little good it would be for him to do the deed, for be- yond doubt her lawyer had made it S. cure.
 "Mysterious woman, who are you9 What cause for enmity have you against me that you hunt me down? God has seen fit to punish me for my great sin i; but even she, If she lived, could not look, save with pity upon the wreck of the once proud Lawrence Richmond. keep up show of pride still, but it is hollow mockery, for my heart is crushed within, and am fit only for the grim reaper. Death. The past haunts me, and yet l do not regret it, for was right. loved her, oh. my God, how dearly. but she was false to me; false as Hades, and l sent her from me-"
 The old man seemed overcome with these rcollections, and apparently forgot that there was any one present. His head had fallen upon his chest, and his whole attitude was one of despair.
 Fancy the feelings of his lost wife, standing there in front of him and hear ing such tirade from his lips.
 It was very evident that Time, healer of many wounds, both of body and heart, had failed to entirely alleviate the pain that had lain in the breast of this man who supposed himself to be an outraged husband.
 Love what wonQrous power lies in the word-power to oyerturn nations and to build them up again. Though he had strong proof of his wifes unfaithfulness, and was willing to swear that he hated even the mention of her name, yet there were times when the mask was rudely swept aside, and he beheld himself as he really was.
 One little, lingering hope had remained and by this slender thread he was saved from utter darkness.
 He loved the memory of what hie wife had once been to him; even while he hated and cursed that fatal day when they had separated to meet no more, Thus 1t was the recollection rushing upon him seemed to bewilder his brain. and he even forgot for the time where he was. There that woman stood with folded hapds, and eyes full of unshed tears @aitiqg tlt ah agony of suspense. Some thing Of the truth must have entered he' mind, for she did not betray herself. The 1 wrongs of tho past, endured at the hands of this man, arose before her menta vision. and the sight must have given he, both courage and strength, for she grad ually drew her form back until from 6 | wistful, pleading position, she had as sumed tho attitude of queen. It was strange that Lawrence Rich mond should stand there, 30 close to her and not realize aught that was passing in her brain-strange that he should gaze
 upon her face, even with it's changes and not have the cobwebs of time brushed
 aside by the magic hand of memory, ant l yet his mind was full of 0 thousand l thoughts just then, that seemed to minglt l In fantastic fashion.