Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-06-29

It came about that Carol Richmond believed him to be the steward of Darrell Chace, for. like the neighbors, she firmly understood the young master to be still abroad.
 Some time passed before Roger real ized this mistake on her part, and then it had gon1so far that he decided to let things take their own course. though he would not say single word to add to the deception she unwittingly practiced upon herself.
 There was no agreement to meet again, and yet tacit understanding seemed to rest between them to the effect that at certain hours Carol was wont to frequent this place, and that he should find her there.
 That night Roger Darrel, pacing up and down the avenue of elms smoking, became 80 abstracted as to allow his cigar to go out, thing that had never happened with him before. He was thinking of the young girl, and trying to picture her in his mind, but, although her image had left an in- delible impression on his heart, he could not bring her face before his mental vision.
 All he could remember was a pair of lapis lazuu eyes that seemed to flash with the unlight of the soul within, and which had played such havoc with his heart that it would never be good for aught again, unless, as an old writer has it, the commodity in question could pos sibly be used for Q housewife's sieve.
 Far into the night he strolled up and down the avenue, while the moon in the eastern heavens walked in glory. A score of times his head was turned in the direction of Richmond Terrace, which possessed 0 new attraction to him now. Every little while his lips would let fall a sentence, and the general bur- den of his thoughts seemed to be of Carol and the great change she had already made in his life.
 One would think from his manner, and l the style of his mutterings, that he was | deciding a weighty question, and that | this was indeed so the events of the near future proved beyond doubt. 'l am a william, if seek to gain her | love with this shame upon my name, this | secret in my life. How the good people here would shun mo If they only knew | the truth. I am sorry came now, sorry 1 ventured to be so rash, but, having risked all, am not the man to turn back. | shudder to think what would be tho re- l suit, If exposure came, when had won her love-had grown to think dearly of her myself. Heaven prevent it." l A few more turns up and down, and then he again apostrophized the moon. 1 "You are indeed coward If you do not flee from this place; weak coward, Roger Darrell. Something seems to tell mo that the future holds the life of that sweet girl close to mino. Too weak to break away, you will remain here and perhaps bring sorrow upon her golden head. If that be so. then may all the pain fall on you. It is hard to tear away from the ono glimpse of sunshine in a clouded life-hard to put happiness away with stern hand when it seems to be within grasp"
 As the steward of the great estate, Darrel Chace, the young man, wooed and won Carol Richmond.
 She had led q somewhat lonely life, and he had dawned upon 1t like the prince in a fairy-tale. To her, he was all the world. Her love was not demon strative, but it would live through time to eternity. Changes might como, bring ing sorrow in their train, but the love of Carol Richmond, once gained, would last forever.
 Roger Darrel should have been the | happiest of mOrtalS, as, standing In Gods temple, the forest, he and Carol plighted their troth in the sweet hopeful future 1t should be ''each for the other through time and eternity
 Although he had decided that the past must not como between him and Carol, yet there were times when fearful dread seized upon him with such force as to make him shudder.
 What if she should learn the truth in some way; would she not hate, despise and loath him? Was ever man placed in such fearful dilemma? Duty lay or ono side, love on the other. He closed his eyes, and blindly rushed on to his fate.
 It was in the latter part of July, and for the time of the year the weather was delicious.
 Roger and Carol were seated on an old log in the picturesque forest, watching the antics of little Fido, and looking through the green aisles of the romantic woods.
 They had been engaged over a week now, and on this very day Roger had de cided to disclose his personality to his betrothed. He had often pictured hel incredulity and delight when she learned that he was the master of Darrel Chace and not the steward, as she had all the while believed, having misunderstood hi. name in the beginning in some unaccount
 able manner, but the thought that sht
 would see anything to horrify her in tho
 acknowledgement had never occurred tt |, l him.
 Seated there, they talked of the future and how happy they intended to be, lit
 tie knowing or realizing what shadoy