Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-05

roundings-ths great precipico leading down hundred feet or so, the beautiful river below Rlinting in tho rays of tho sun, the majestic trees and hugo frown- Ing rocks-all these only gave additional power as a setting to what was already a most wonderful picture.
 The gipsy girl. with her wondrous face and peculiar rich garments, stood with her form drawn up llke q tragedy queen.
 Her intensely black eyes were bent upon the form of the man before her, as though she would scorch him with the fro that was contained in them, while her right hand was raised and the index finger pointed at her enemy as If sho would send poisoned dart to his heart.
 The expression upon her face was a most remarkable one, being a mixture of crazed delight and trembling eagorness.
 "You are the man"
 The one to whom this was addressed stood there, q very fair representation of sneering Satan In his most pleasing dress.
 His left hand, gloved as 1t was, had been held out for her inspection, and he seemed to have little fear of her. to thus Invite discovery; but then she had recog- nized him before this, and 1t had only been an act of bravado in all probability.
 He was dressed In black. and, standing thus. there was, indeed, something so suggestive of Mephistopheles about him that one would naturally glance down. ward for the cloven hoof.
 Tho tableau remained unbroken for perhaps full minute, and then 1t was Barbara Merrlles herself who disturbed the spell that seemed to have fallen upon them. "Yes, you are the man, the fiend, tho demon who destroyed my peace, and made me the lost one I am. Deny 1t If you darer'
 The man laughed sneerinRly. "I have no choice loft mo. only to pro- test against the endearing adjectives you apply to my poor self. If you ask mo plainly, am the man who once thought he oncc loved you, and, finding out his mistake, deserted you rather than remain and bring you to more pain. I answer, am he." "Then you have pronounced your doom. Your words are plausible enough, and at one time might have deceived me. but now they come to late. Think you have not made many discoveries since you basely left me when had made every sacrifice 0 woman could make for tho man she loves. leaving my gipsy home, my mother, my all, to become your wife -as thought! Aye. when I followed your track, burning with hatred, I learned how you had deliberately planned my ruin, had even made a wager that you could lure away tho daughter of the gipsy queen.
 "Among the peaks of the Pyrenees I made my terrible VOW to hunt you down to the death. even If 1t took years to ac- complish 1t, and have never forgotten that VOW in the long time that has elapsed since then. knew that fate would bring us face to face again, and time has proven how wise was in my belief.
 "Here we stand, face to face. Roger Darrel of the past, and tho shadowy wings of death are darkening the skies above us. have sought you long, and now my own arm shall avenge the past Traitor, deceiver. villain, prepare to meet your Makerl"
 Tho keen stiletto of tho gipsy gir flashed in the sunlight.
 To many man tho sight would hav' been one full of horror. for the captain stood SO close to the edge of the preci pice that 1t seemed as though toucl would send him over, sand tho enraget girl was half-crouched, ready to fly a him like @ panther.
 Nota nerve of his frame tremblcd, an, yet he knew full we'll his danger. A such . time every faculty was needle d t cave himself, and tho soldier could no afford to give way to trembling.
 He even smiled in her face.
 Perhaps this was done to show Barbar NorTiles that he feared her not. or