Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-26
"Admit the lady," he said.

secrets?
 Who was she but the paid dependent of Don Juan Moraquitos? He had noth- ing to fear, therefore. All the native insolence of his nature returned, and whom tho governess en- tered the room. he neither rose from his seat nor offered her chair. ihe lmpert1nence did not escape Paul inc Corsl. With a smile ot provoking az surance, she seated herself opposite to the lawyer, and threw back the dark veil that had shaded hor face. I've shall understand one another bet ter. by-and-by, MT. Craig" she said. | quietly.
 May I ask the motive of this rather untimely visit?" "We will come to that in good time, my dear sir, replied Pauline, laughing i; Perhaps there are several motives. Suppose then, that we begin with motive number one."
 The lawyer writhed beneath her calm assurance.
 "I must tell you, mademoiselie," he said, "that these ain't my business hours, and that if you've anything particular to say to mo, you'd better cali another time. Though should think" he added inso- lently. ''that the governess of Don Juan Moraquitos can't have much business | with lawyers"
 "But tho wife of Don Juan Moraauitos may, MT. Craig "'Ihe wife"
 "1es, I see your client does not give you his entire confidence l am to be. come Pauline Moraquitos before twelve o'clock tomorrow" The lawyers cheek once moro grew ashy pale. Again a sudden terror seized him. He felt that there was some mystery shrouded beneath this business. of which ho now heard fer the first time
 '1 know the que. tion which very nntur- ally rises to your lips, said Pauline with quiet dcliberation "You woula ask what motive can have induced Don Juan Moraquitos to take such a step. 1 reply to that question before it Is asked: The motive Is most powerful one.''
 Silas quailed beneath the look which accompanied these emphatic words
 Pauline Corsi had not boasted idly of the power of her will
 The guilty lawyer, versed in every art of lying and chicanery. trembled. he scarce knew why, in the presence of this frail girl.
 Do you ask the nature of this mo- tive?" said Pauline.
 II do, he faltered, pouring out glaes of wine. His hand shook So violently that tho neck ot the decanter rnttled against the rim of the glass, and he spilled half the costly liquid as he raised it to his quivering lips. He had no reason to fear this French woman-but the strength of hor indomit- able will had a magnetic power over him, and his brutal nature bowed beneath it's force.
 "I will tell you, Silas Craig" an- swered Pauline, "there are some secrets l which, once known, give to the person who discovers them fearful and a | boundless power over the guilty wretches whom they concern. secrets that are Ia ct hn rt ,iro oirf fa,, detection; words that are overheard ana , cherished for years by tho person who Overhears them words which have power to drag the guilty to the sca'foid; words that can kill. Do you understand me?" "No."
 He spoke doggedly. but sat with his hands clasped upon the arm of his easy chair, his rat-like eyes almost starting from his head as he gazed at Pauline.
 Think again, Silas Craig" said the Frenchwoman; ''surely 1 have spoken plainly? Can you no. understand mel"
 "No," he repeated with a terrible oath
 "I must speak more plainly still then. it appears. Silas Craig, thirteen years ago it was my good fortune to become acquainted with such q socret as this T.
 The lawyer raised ono of his trembling hands and wiped the precipitation from his icy forehead.
 'Tnirteen years," he muttered. ASS l Sc6 you IoLleuUeT Lu0 QHCe. l was penniless girl of seventeen when discovered this secret. I am now thirty; l have kept it long and patiently, have I not?"
 He did not answSr her.
 II have waited my time. Iknew that this secret would bring mo wealth and power whenever it was told. It concerns two men. Those two men arc my slaves! At word from me. they stand before the tribunals of this city branded with crime-loathed by their fellow citizens. A word from mo, and they go from homes of luxury to the gloom of a prison, from which but few steps will lead them to the gallows. Shall tell you who those two men are, Silas Craig?"
 elf you please"
 He tried to speak with his accustomed msolent and mocking smile. but the white lips refused to do his will. and his words came in a hollow whisper.
 ''The first is Don Juan Moraquitos, the second is-you v Tho words seemed to whistle from her lips like the bullet of pis; ol. The law yer fell back in his chair as If he had re- oeived a. blow.
 "Thc secret concerns the night upon which Tomaso Crivelli died, and the will which on that night was forged by you. after the real will had been made away with. The secret also concerns tho young man called Paul Lisimon. The man whom you dared to accuse of theft"
 "How-how did you discover this?'
 "No matter how. Enough that I did make the discovery. Shall l tell you now the price 1 ask for my secret?' "Yes."
 All attempts at insolence or defiance upon tho part of the lawyer was now abandoned.
 Silas Craig covered before the French woman as hulhbly as the criminal who awaits the sentence of his judge.
 "Don Juan Moraquitos will make me his wife and will share with me his own fortune. From him ask no more than this. We shall leave America for Paris and in the delight of my native city shall endeayor to forget the sorrows oi my youth. But although am ambitious, l am not utterly selfish, and in my tri- umph wish to secure the happiness o. others. Those others arc Camilla Mora quitos and the young man 1t has pleased Don Juan to call Paul Lisimon.''
 ''How do they concern mel" asked Silas.
 "You shall hear. By foul and infa- nous plot, the details of which do not