Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-23
THE 0CT0R00N.
4 STORY oF SLAVERY DAYS.

A o1OH4 OR kLA VER Y DAI IS.
 Late as it was. neither Paul nor the Captain had retired to rest.
 They were both seated In the cabin, with . pile of charts before them, and the young lawyer was taking lesson in navigation.
 Joe lost no time in relating what he had just witnessed: and ten minutes af- terward Paul Lisimon and Captain Prem dergills were on shore.
 The captain knew the house on Colum- bia street.
 s.Many dollar have lost within ita accursed walls" he said, as the three men hurried through the deserted city; ..but that's in our favor now, for tho keepers of the house know me. and know the trick of the door, which is Q secret only confided to the habitual visitors of the house; so we shall get Into the internal den without any diff culty, and once in we'll find out what all this means, and whether Don Juan's daughter is deceiving you."
 '.She deceive me ]! exclaimed Paul. in- dignantIy; ..she is all truth. all purity; but if the man who was with her is he whom l imagine. she Is the victim of treachery as vile as that from which am sufferer"
 Thanks to Captain Prendergills. they had no difficulty in penetrating the mys- terious building.
 A man, seated in a little anteroom on the stairs took their hats from them, and told them which way to go to the gambling-saloons but at the very mo- ment they reached the top of the princi- pal staircase the thrilling shriek of Ca milla Moraquitos echoed through the house.
 The ear of Paul Lisimon sharpened by anxiety, told him whence this sbriek pro- ceeded. It came from long corridor to their left.
 They rushed down this corridor, and burst open the door at the end as sec ond shriek pealed through the building.
 The result Is already known to tho reader.
 The letter written by Silas Craig, which summoned Don Juan Moraquitos from tho 0pera-sox, was part of the plant CTS base plot, and had been planned between him and the lawyer.
 Tho business relations between Stlas and Don Juan were so complicated that it was easy for the artful attorney to oc- cupy the Spaniard in discussing them till long after midnight
 The two men sat talking till nearly three o'clock in that very apartment or namented with the map of the United States, and communicating with the
 
 But the two houses were separated by a rassage of considerable length, and Don Juan was too far from his beloved daughter to hear that terrible shrick of distress which alarmed every player at the gaming table.
 Upon the day on which Silas Craig, ac- companied by the limbs of the law. en- tered the house of Gerald Leslie. taking with him desolation and anguish. Pauline Corsi and Camilla Moraquitos were once girl.
 The Amazon had sailed from New Or leans, carrying Paul Lisimon away from danger of apprehen,ion--away also from her he loved.
 Matters were rapidly drawing toward a crieis-within few days the French gov erness was to become the bride of Juan Moraquitos.
 But the wealthy Spaniard had little oi the aspect of a happy bridegroom. He rarely entered the apartments of either his daughter or Pauline Corsi. but he spent his hours in gloomy meditation in his study, and admitted no one to his presence.
 Camilla was cruelty distressed by this change, yet she dared not interrogate the naughty Spaniard. oOiuetlIEoo Sie ltudSlu6u Iit0b HC IC preached himself for contracting a sec ond alliance which might lesson his | daughters wealth. If he knew how little I care for tht gold which others so value. she thought l eff he knew how happy could be ill tho l numb est home shared with those I love | he would not fear to rob mo of few 1 thousand"
 The confidence commenced between | I Il-. A < 1 Augustus Hortons plotted defeat hat never been discontinued. and it was t. the Frenchwoman alone that Camill l looked for hope and comfort. Strange anomaly of human nature Tn | ambitious and interruptions being wh could stoop to purchase wealthy bus band by means of vile and guilty secret had yet some better feelings left. | Pauline loved her pupil-loved her wit but it is something that one spark of al lection remained in her perverted nature
 "You are sad, Camillia2" she said, a she looked up from her embroidery fra m to watch the thoughtful face of the Spar ish girl.
 Camilla was seated with her hand lying idle in her lap, her eyes fixed VI cantly upon the river, shining throug the open window.
 l Pauline.
 Camilla aroused herself as if with a effort.
 ..Can be otherwise" she said. ''whe think of him? When I remember ths
 he is away-I know not where-h
 name branded with disgrace, a wandere
 and an outcast
 "Silly child! Have I not already tol
 you that tho day which crowns my amb
 tion shall also crown your love?" "Ah, Pauline If I could but belie1
 you! sighed Camilla.
 And can you not believe me? Do
 look like one who has no will to accon
 plish her wish? Look in my face. and St
 if there Is one line that tells of wea
 ness there2"
 Camilla raised her eyes to the face
 her late governess with an earnest aE
 wondering gaze.
 Youthful as was that countenance, del
 cate as were the features and complexio
 brilliant though the azure of the eye
 there was a look of decision. glance
 determination rarely seen in the faces
 strong men.
 There was power for good or evil
 terrible, incalculable. if emplo, ed for u la ter-the power of 8 great intellect al
 an uDyielding will.