Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-29

when the stern fathers heart first re- tented to his orphan child.
 He would see her-even though the spirit of his lost Olympia seemed to rise from the grave, and gaze at him, out of tho eyes of Camilla. The little girl was asleep upon 8 grassy bank. She awoke at the sound of the Span iard's footstep, and uttered scream of terror.
 The loneliness of her life had made her timid.
 "You are not frightened at me, are you, Camillia?" | "No."
 "Yet you screamed when first saw you! It is a strange welcome for you father, Camilla" | Father? Are you any father?" 1 ''Yes. my Camilla, will you love me?"
 II will try" answered the child quietly. | Don Juan clasped his child close to his | breast.
 | II have a playfellow here," said the child, pointing to the young negro. Tristan is no fit playfellow for my lit- tie Camilla. Tristan Is a slave"
 The young negro heard every word. l "A slave !" he muttered. as Don Juan l led the child toward the house. "A slave Yes, have been told that often enough!" l week after this. Camilla, the nurse, Pepita, Zarah, and tho boy, Tristan, were removed to the Villa Moraquitos, in tho suburbs of New Orleans. Camilla was now under the care of 8 l governess, French woman, Mad emoisclle Pauline Corsi. This lady took | no pleasure in the antics of Tristan-so he seldom saw Camilla.
 It was in the depth of the brief winter when the brother-in law of Don Juan Moraquitos arrived at tho villa.
 He was the only surviving relative of the Spaniards dead wife, her older | brother, dearly beloved by her, but he | with his friend, Don Juan. His name was | Tomaso Crivello.
 He had come from Mexico on a tour through the United States, and had ar- rived at New Orleans-to die.
 Yes; the hand of death was upon him ! | Three days after he expired in the arms | of his brOther-in law.
 Half an hour before he died he became conscious, and implored Don Juan to send for an attorney. It was necessary that he should make a will.
 The attorney sent for by the Spaniard was no other than Silas Craig.
 On the reading of the will it was found that Don Tomaso had left his entire for tune to his brother-in-law, Don Juan. But Don Tonaso had not come to tho 1 villa alone. He had brought Q boy about years of ago. He was named | Paul.
 This Paul was handsome boy. None knew whence he came, or who he was. Camilla was the only one from whom he would take comfort
 My child, come hither, ",said the Span iard, one day, addressing Paul.
 Tell me your proper name-besides Paulr"
 "They call me Paul Lisimon."
 "Lisimon 1t shall be-"
 ''Do you remember your mother?"
 ''She died when l was a baby, and always lived with my father, Don Tom | aSO."
 Do not fear, my child, your future will be my care," and Paul Lisimon was brought up in the household of the Spaniard. Camilla and Paul taking les. sons side by side, from Md,.mol7clle | Pauline Corsi.
 Bill Bowen was at tho house of Sias | Craig precisely at six o'clock.
 After dinner Silas and the visitor re- tired to the lawyers private office.
 "Now we are alone. MT. Bowen, what want you?"
 "A thousand dollars"
 II gave you q thousand--"
 ''The day after Gerald Leslio's part ner, Philip Treverton D1ED"
 Come, come, Bowen, don't excite l J the money"
 "Listen to what people say of Mr. Treverton's death: he lost heavily at play; he could not pay up; he was in- suited by stranger, and stabbed in a kind of duel, the murderer's party car- rving off the body. A fortnight after ward the body was found in the Missis- sippi; the face could not be recognized. but from papers found in the pocket, the | corpse was known to be that of Trevor ton-it was thereforebured in the Trev- erton vault. The police failed to discover the murderer. On Gerald Lcslie's return from Europe, he examined the papers of his late partner-which had been sealed up. That for which Leslie looked most anxiously was a certain document, the receipt for one hundred thousand dol- lars, paid to MT. Silas Craig attorney and money-lender. He d;H rot find 1t p
 You shall have the moley, William v
 II ain't in no hurry" replied Bowen. "Now l want to take a squint at what ever lies behind yonder map" Silas suppressed half-mutt cred oath, but re- luctantly touched a spring. A door flew back. They entered long, narrow pas sage. At it's end was window having a view of large gambling aloon!