Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-03
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the time being she lost herself to that man.
 He had donc much for her in the past, and yet 1t seemed as though she was lated to be the curse of his life. Unin- tentionally she had up to this time been the cause of much trouble to him, and now through her hand had come this last terrible blow.
 Her mother, the old gipsy queen, believing him to be the Roger Darrel who had robbed her of her child, had cursed him and his forever, and it was to this legacy of hate that the young nan referred when he spoke about Bar para Merriles and the past, at the time Carol told him what she had discovered.
 For quite a time the black-eyed gipsy girl ran like 0 deer through the woods, md at length, finding herself far away from tho spot where she had loft tho other, she came to @ pause.
 In her excitement, however, she seemed to forget that she had ruined Inc happiness of Carol Richmond and the man she loved, by the story she had poured into the girls ear, believing, as she did at that time, that the master of Darrel Chace was the man whom she had known to her cost in the past.
 If she did think of it, the idea was pushed aside, for it was so easy to believe that those two would como together again, as lovers generally do, by mutual attraction.
 Thoughts rushed into her brain, and she saw things she had not compre- hended before, but which were now be- coming very plain.
 The evidence against Roger Darrel was very damaging, and yet there were strange things that would have to be ex- plained before he could be either proven | guilty or innocent.
 While she stood thcre, calming her heart which beat like a trip-hammer un- der tho intense excitement that filled it., she heard approaching voices, and, with no definite purpose in view, save to hide herself from observation, she crouched down at the base of a monster oak.
 Nearer came thespeaker. l The voice of one was unfamiliar, and evidently that of an old man, as her keen ears told her, but the other-something about 1t sent a shiver over her.
 She looked up.
 l What she expected to see she could not have told herself, and hence she was not terribly disappointed when she saw that the owner of tho voice was evidently q @ stranger to her.
 "Let us part here, Capt. Grant," saic the old man, "and before doing so, ] wish to fully understand your plans"
 ''They are simple enough, MT. Rich mond. Knowing what do, and possess ing 8 paper that Is worth to you evel more than all your wealth, you do not dare to refuse mo. You thought to be rid of me by means of that trap in tht floor, but I was too cunning for you Now we will square accounts. Ono weel from today will be on hand with minis ter, who will come prepared to unite mt to your daughter, no matter whether yo, arc willing or not. Do you understand old man?"
 '.Too well, alas! You are flend in carnate, Capt. Grant, and would tha could open the Hood-gates of Hcavel and let down upon your head all tn wrath that has been accommodating ther
 against you. belive would rather SC
 my child lying dead before me than you
 wife; but I am in the meshes of fate
 and, fcttered hand and foot must give iI
 Have your way, devil in human shapt
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