Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-18

.llT' This morning you insul t @ d me-tQ-nieht you arc in my power!" It wt,> then as she eSpected-as she had feared She was entrapped-ea- joled-in the power Of q villain and a hypocrite
 She knew not even in what quarter of tho city this mysterious house was situ-
 ated.
 She was utterly ignorant of it's charac- ter or its occupants.
 1t might he tho den of band of thieves-the haunt of gang of mur- derers-and she was alone. alone with a
 man who evidently hated her with the vengeful hate of wicked and eindctive soul.
 Yet even in this terrible emergency, her courage did not forsake her. Her nigh and noble spirit rebounded after the shock which had. for one brief moment, depressed it. She looked at Augustus Horton gag
 ing upon him with such glance of mingled horror and loatning, that the meanest hound would have shrunk from the con emptuous expression of her su- pcrb countcnance.
 II thought you william, she said,
 with cold dcliberation, uEmiNed with terror but did not think you wcre ca- rable of such deed as this. There
 wore depths of black infamy which l had yet to fathom. l thank you for teaching me their black extent" You shall thank me for Il better les son ere we part, Camilla Moraquitos. ' Again the Spanish girl looked at him with the same cold and whitening gaze. II do not fear you" she mu.mured
 between her clinched teeth; Il can suf fer-but l can also die Y Her small white hand wandered aI- l most mechanically to the bosom of hrr silken dress. where. concealed by the rich folds of black tace, lurked the jew eled hiit of a small dagger. Itwas a glittesins toy. q banble which. after the cust om of her Spanish ancestry, she wore sometimes when the wh;m | seized hcr--'u' 'nything though 1t was. the blade Was of the finest Toledo steel and workmanship.
 II can de-" she repeated, her dn. gers enlw ned themselves rrnvt:i iv.'i.
 about the semmed hilt oI thls tin> weapon.
 "Ay, lady," answered Augustus, with the bitter irony of some t.iu...i, ,:iant firF,il. you can die here, stabbed tu thc hear by your own hand, that je,stled .ln;:l :! buried in your breast. And whcn ,u-:i corpse is found here to-morrow, by the aStounded police, what think you will le said by the scandalmonger5 of New o. !@ yAu htIS" tlttill, l't'llEtt Nh- | mlllia, as we'll as l, you would be able to guess what they will say. They will
 whisper to ea.h other how tho lovely
 and naughty daughter of Don Juan Mora. quitos went to meet her lover at mid
 night, in one Of tho secret chambers of
 certain gambling house; where, uu
 being pursued thither by her infuriated father, the unhappy girl. overcome by despair, drew c dagger from her bosom
 and stabbed herself to the heart. This
 is what will be said, unless 1 am much deceived ill human nature" 'Oh, misery?' exclaimed Camilla. "And even should the worthy citizens
 of New Orleans fail to put this interpre- tation upon vour death, few iudicious
 whispers dropped by my chosen friends
 "a smile of triumph, and a shrug of the shoulders from myself will soon set atloat any report 1 please. So think twice before you use that pretty play thing, Donna Camilla" added the plan ter, pointing to the hilt sh" srasped in her hand; think twice if you are pru- dent, and remember that death tonight, and in this house, is not death alone-it is disgrace ]"
 The young girl buried her face in her hands. She shuddered, but she did not speak.
 Augustus Horton perceived that h. voluntary shudaer, and an exclamation Of triumph escaped nlS lips.
 'sAh, proud Spanish woman. you whom
 the weali lihiest and most aristocratic
 creole of New Orleans is not worthy to
 wed, you no longer defy me then. You tremble though those stubborn lips re- fuse to entrcat-:ho5e naughty knees
 cannot stoop to knee.-you tromble! Now listen to me"
 He pushed 8 chair toward her. She sank into it and, as if with an ef- tnr; ra,nOvaH bar ha an6S h..,. Whatever struggle she had endured ill these few brief moments, she had | conquered herself once more, and her face, though pale as death, was calm as that of a statue.
 s'Listen to me, Camilla Moraquitos," repeated the planter, resting his hand upon the back of her chair and address ing her with deliberate and icy distinct ness. Il sought to wed you for your beauty, your aristocratic bearing, and your wealth. You. amidst all tho beauties of Louisiana, were the only woman whom I should have wished to
 place at the head of my table--to make the mistress of my house. Your beauty would have been nine-a part of my pos sessions; my pride, my boast It would have pleased me to see you naughty and apricious-treading the earth as if the soil were scarcely good enough to be
 trodden by your AndaIusian faot. Your
 wealth would have swelied my own large fortune. and made me the richest man in New Orleans. This, then. is why l sought to wed you. This is why seek to wed you still.
 And more vainly TOW than ever." murmured Camilla.
 Not so fast. lady; we will test yom
 resolution by and by. have told you
 why wooed you, but have something l yet more to tell you.
 II am listening, sir"
 II never loved you! No, beautiful as ycu afe' can gaze with rapture upon your gorgeous face. but it is the rapture of an artist who behoids a priceless pic
 ture in some Italian gallery. I admire, and that is all. No throb of warmer emotion disturbs the even beating of my heart. love--but. like yourself. who
 have stopped to bestow your affection | To be contlnue.; IF YOU WANT
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