Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-16

1 this chaos, he was In danger of goine
 insane; so he shut his teeth hard to gether and gradually collected hi thoughts.
 It was bitter awakening for him yes moro bitter than death.
 She in whom his whole being wal
 wrapped up, and against whom he would
 never have believed the slightest whisper
 of reproach-this girl had accused him O.
 the most terrible crimes in the calendar
 and in a manner that told all too plainly
 that she had allowed her mind to dweI
 upon and believe them, instead of coming
 to him with the story in the beginning. ''And that Is woman's love-" he said tc
 himself, bitterly; "the love that poets
 rave about; the love that will endure all
 things? Out upon it for something un.
 real ; something that does not exist. AS
 for me, give mo the love of good man,
 as strong and steadfast as rock, and as
 lasting as the hills. He must be daring
 indeed, who would venture to impeach
 tho honor or integrity of the woman
 whom he loves. Compare her love and mine. At the bare mention of ST cpicions. which I could have strangled with the greatest ease, had she but come to mo frankly with them. this girl finds her soul filled with horror; love dies from her heart, leaving it graveyard, and to my face she tells me that she has found me out; that I am a wretch who has im- prisoned his wife in a mad-house, and no longer worthy of her love.
 tHow is it with me? I am not In fit state to analyze my heart, but this much I know, and perhaps it will be to my sor- row also. In spite of this treatment from her hands, the treatment of dog, than which surely deserved better by reason of the service have done her, if nothing else-in spite of the humiliation she has brought upon me, torturing my soul-in spite of everything that has occurred, oh, my God, pity me, for I love her yeti love her yet"
 fession from his lips, power which he could neither control nor analyze, and as the wordA "I love her yet" burst from him he covered his face with his hands, while his whole frame shook with the in- tensity of his emotion.
 The love of this man was something for tho common herd to emulate. In his heart the great powers, pride and love, battled with force sufficient to wreck a common nature, but with him tho battle was long and almost without any definite result although pride to a certain degree had trampled on and throttled love.
 After time he became calm, so calm, in fact, that it was easy to sec he had worn himself out, and that this new state of affairs was but the natural reaction of the tempest that had well nigh over whelmed him but @ short time before.
 It was while he was in this mood that he suddenly started, and then became as immovable as tho tree against which he had been leaning, his eyes fastened upon tho figure of 8 man.
 This was Capt. Grant.
 He was coming from the direction of the spot where Roger had left Carol coming with plain look of triumph upon his face that made cold chill run through the others frame to look upon.
 What did 1t mean?
 Had he been more successful with his wooing this time?
 Roger gritted his teeth with anger, and yet remained motionless. Much cause as he had to hate Capt. Grant, if he was to be Carols accepted lover, he would not lay hand on him for the world.
 So he stood there like rock.
 Had the soldier but turned his head he could not have failed to soc him stand Ing there, with that look of pain upon his face, but he was evidently too much en- grossed in his thoughts, and gave no heed to surrounding objects.
 When Capt. Grant was in front of him, and not over twenty feet away Roger gave sudden start, as though an arrow had pierced his heart, strange look dashed over his face, and his oyes were fixed upon the soldier with new inter- est.
 He had noticed @ striking peculiarity n the walk of the other, a strange little imp which might not attract the atten- ;ion of ono in hundred. and which on most occasions the Captain managed to conceal.
 At tho present time, however, his thoughts being far from the subject in 1and, he unconsciously allowed himself % fall into the old habit, and this be- ;rayed him.
 Roger had only come face to face with he Captain on one or two occasions, and hen he had been heated by anger and indignation, so that he failed to recognize anything familiar in the cool gleanl of he soldiers eyes, or the malicious look hat shot from them.
 Had he been in his right mind, he | would have had his suspicious excited at l he start, which would have resulted in the scheming villain, but | which had allowed things to | 70 on from bad to worse, had now decided % draw in the net, let who would be caught in tho meshes.
 That little halt in his walk betrayed | ;he Captain, just as trifles have many a l ,ime betrayed the most profound secrets. |
 Like a bolt of lightning thcre flashed | through the mind of the young man who | his impostor, this plotter, this arch -fend was, and, at tho bare thought of Carol l him, he shuddered.
 Then anger came into his heart the l