Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-12

trial; it is only the guilty wretch who flies to hde himself freEa tho averaging power of the law he has outraged" Pauline Corsi ha} been present during this brief dialogue, but she had remained silent, with her fingers busy with the | rainbow silk of her embroidery, and her | eyes bent over her work. She raised them, however. as the Spaniald uttered | those words and looked him full in the | faca.
 "rho guilty do not always fly, Don Juan Moraa auitos,' she said quietly. | The Spaniard started and looked at Nademoiselle Corsi with rapid, but fur l tive glance.
 They sometimes remain for years upon the scene of their guilt. They defy the laws which they have outraged. and l triumph in their undiscovered and sue cessfui vlllainy.'
 Don Juan laughed mockingly, but a | close observer might have detected an uneasy Guiver of his mustachio-shaded lip.
 "Mademoselle Corsl appears to speak | from experience" he said. s'She has perhaps known such peopie?'
 Il have known such people, answered l the Frenchwoman in the same quiet tone in which she had first addressed Don | Juan.
 "They could be scarcely desirable ac- | quaintancoS for tho instructr~SS of | ''The daughter ot so honorable Q man as yourself. Don Juan, said Pauline. as If interpreting the thoughts of her ein- | blower.
 While this conversation was going for | ward between Ma.l.' 'moiselle Corsi and | the Spaniartt. Camilla Moraquitos had | strolled out on to the balcony to escape the watchful eyes of her father, and to | conceal the relief she felt in her lovers escape Pauline and Don Juan were, therefore, alone. Their eye met There was something in the glance of the | Frenchwonan which tod plainly that 1 her words had no common meaning. For some moments tho gaze of Don | Juan was rooted upon that fair face aud those clear and radiant hlue eyes-a face | which was almost child-like ill its dcii- | cacy and freshness, and which yet, to the | experienced eyo of 3 ~inEnoinist, re- 1 vea!eu nature rarely matched for in. .al-. | ligencc and cunning.
 Don Juan crossed tho apartment 10 tho curtained recess in which Pauline Corsi l was seated, and placing himself in the | chair opposite to her, Srasiel irr slender | wrist in his muscular hand.
 ''There is q hidden significance in your words,' he said
 Gan you not read their meaning, Don l Iuan?"
 | "No,'
 You cannot?"
 Il cannot" he answered dciiantiy.
 ''Say rather that you will rot, replied | the trenchWOnRn, &CO!n! ni.N. "A OH l fear to commit yourself h1 on avovv.. which may seem like a concession ol guilt. Shall l tell you the meaning of | those words!
 "Ies.
 You ure q brave nan, Don J,ian S:or, aquitos, you do not fear to hear tne | truth?'
 Il do not"
 Then listen to me. T2"se wor.s have a relation 60 all even; which oc- cured thirteen years ;,s,o
 My memory is no longer jbat of a young man, answered Don Jun; Il | cannot remember ali the cIa:4 ,,niC' happened at that date.
 "pevhaps not but you ca leGl- the dra' of your Aineman, Don Io.:..--" | Crive!li?'
 This time the Snan:al4 a-;eIas. --, adder ha'i s;ung him i." r.,t' ...' .- ration broke ont upon ais ':'u head, and every ve-i E" ,.i u,,.u. < alike from cheek and lips.
 Il see you do rcE"ynhnr saj | p& | | line Cur-i. "IOu lem, .:,.,."I t:lr u-.ii | which was made on ;i,;,, E-:.t l:ie | will which was with" --ru ny two me. ono of them a sen airing man w!:o~. name l know uut d. vet; lnr other, NlI- | liam Bowen, then captain of a s!aE,.. You remember the sick man cnHfe>~r You remember hiS dying pH:,Nr.. .5Y | those dear to him should ;r Uiutrt ,s'u by you :; and lastly. Don luuu A.ora4u.- 1 tos, Suu remember ih" drauGht mixed | by Sl'as Craig. and which your wi:"~ | brother, Iomaso CriNcii!, COOK from Nui' hand, two hours bcfole his dva.hn
 How could you have learned al this:" gasped the Spuniar'l. l II know more than thi, '! replied Pauline Corsi, "When the faint < ay ot the wintry dawn was stealing tnroG4i, the har-open shutters of th" sick cham Der, Tomaso Crivelli lifted hius"N from his pillow in the last agoni"s of dc"t,. l and Gt,rred an uccu5HliuE-
 Hold hold, woman. i entreat! !' cried the Spaniard, .'you know all. How you have acquired that Knowledge, save | through some diaholical agency. ] know not; for the door of the chamber was | secured by q lock not easily tempered with, and those within were not the men to hetray secrets. Bu!, no matter you know all! Why have you kept si- lence for thirteen yeals?'
 We women are tac,icians, Don Juan. l had a motive fer my Silence! l And you speak now-?'
 "Because l think it is time to speak,
 Don Juan paced the apartment back ward and forward with fol,ied arms, and his head l ent upon his brca"t. Pres ently pausing before Pauline Corsl'e embroidery frame, he said ill q hoavse | whisper:
 Do you mean to betray me?" l "No!'
 l ''Why then tell me all this?'
 "Because l would ask tho rowurd ot | thirteen years silence" | And that reward-?" | ''ls easy for you 10 grant. I am tireC of dependence, even on your goodness. Make me your wife, and let mo share the wealth acquired by the guilt of l whose secrets 1 know.