Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-06-07

a hatred for the solitude which short time before she had SO earnestly coveted. It pleased her father to note it, looking as he did merely at the surface of tho change, not at the cause. For seventeen years of her life he had neglected. and almost deserted her, then, whom he had seen her in her fresh young beauty. he made her but tho tool of his safetv-the victim of his designs.
 Long years before when tho mother had been fair. and young. and innocent, as the daughter was now. ho had welded her in 0 moment of infatuation which he had never ceased to regret. He had loved her we'll for a time, but then he wcaried ot the tie tha. bound him. Without a feeling of remorse he had forsaken her, as she in her agony and suffering had only dragged herself back to the home of her childhood and died, knowing nothing of his fate. He heard of her death, and heard too of the child she had left to the charity of strangers, and yet neither sought her nor took heed of her welfare till necessity compelled him. An adventurer, an agitator, a spy-all these he had been by turns, but to serve his purpose he had represented himself to his daughter as q martyr for the sake of freedom-a hero oppressed and wronged by the haters of liberty. For time she be- neved him-only for q timc-Tho mask soon fell oil from his face. and she knew him for what he was-a traitor to his country, a spy length and breadth of the land with misery, bloodshed and wool
 Bound to him by tie too close to break seeing that a word from her would have de- livered him into her husbands hands to die a traitors death-she had sworn, as he bade her, an oath to conceal and aid him as long as 1t lay in her power. He ruled her by two things-her weakness and her love. Hs promised she might live in peace and safety with Pierre Leroux, so long as she betrayed nothing of his existence or his treachery. But when concealment was at an end, when she saw the pitfall she had digaed for her own feet, great terror seized her. In the pas sionate scorn with which Pierre had spoken of the fugitive deserter she seemed to read his face. She thought her husband would in common honor, and in furious contempt fol the coward, think nothing of yielding him ul to justice. She had no choice left but to shield him. and thereby ssssa made herself his slave rom that day forward; for to man skilled in diplomacy, intrigue, and craft. she was an easy prey. Her life was now fettered by his will, darkened by his falshoods. His owr evil fame alone suff1ced to tarnish her repu. tation, and from the men who were his as. sociates she received scant courtesy, though her beauty won for her notoriety with speedy success.
 AS time passed on she grew hardened, reckless, defiant. She saw herself abandoned by love-outlawed for no cause-misjudged condemned on all sides, and seeing it, she laughed with scorn at her own blindness and drank the cup of humiliation to the last dregs.
 Of late she gave no confidence to heI father-betrayed nothing Of the shame that consumed and the misery that hold her She came at his bidding and proflted enough by his lessons to rule tho mon who sur. rounded her to enslave, coquet, allure them so that they might fall readier victims to the snares he spread. He deemed her content with her life at last-a passive agent in his hands. He lavished gifts upon her. He would have her robed in costly dresses and decked with jewels until her lovliness made al men wonder and while she smiled. and tested and coqutted with the heedlessness that WI. only scorn. and the caprice that was only bitterness. he looked on and was well con tent, and thought her the same.
 He did not soc her in her hours of sols