The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1889-09-06

'Come into the
library, Carol" he said, with intense
| passion In his voice.
| At another time this would have
alarmed her, and perhaps aroused her
dormant spirit, but she now seemed
hopelessly crushed. and with nstless
air followed him.
| Once the library door was closed, Law
renee Richmond turned on her almost
sa%agcly.
"Did you meet Capt. Grant?" he asked
II saw nothing of him." she replied.
The captain was gentleman who had
been visiting them for few day past,
fierce war-dog-in his own estimation
and the most celebrated duelist outside
of Paris. He had been showing Carol
some attentions, but she detested him
and, consequently, when the captain
learned from her father of her love for
Roger Darrell, the soldier duelist was not
in the most pleasant of humors toward
the young Virginian, whom he savagely
threatened to s'call out" in the presence
Of the old gentleman, who had applauded
his action, though thus far 1t had come
to naught.
"Child." he said, and his heavy eye
brows contracted into frown, "you have
been disobeying my wishes. This very
night you have been in the company of
the man hate, the man against whom I
warned you, and who will yet bring sor-
row into your young life. Have you not
been with Roger Darrell"
"You speak truly, father"
"And you have dared disobey me.
Girl, you know not what you do when
you SO rocklessly brave my anger. My
temper has been curse all my life, and
but for my great love for you would not
row be able to control it. Hear me,
child; you shall never be Roger barrels
wife! This have sworn, and in it will
not be thwarted."
"Spare your words, father. If was Of
the same mind as yesterday, you would
find that 1 possessed just as resolute
determination as you, and nothing you
could have said or done would have in
fluenoed me in my resolve; but higher
power has seen fit to accomplish tho
work. This night Roger Darrell looked
his last on my tace. Never again will we
meet, father, unless by accident, and
then it will be as strangers. The hand
of fate has turned our lives apart, and
through Nora Warner he Is lost to me-"
mora Warner! That girl still alive?
Then she has done me one good turn at
| last"
Carol could but start when she heard
these words, for they told her that her
father had known this mad woman in the
years gone by, although 1t was evident
that he was not acquainted with her his
tory from the time she had come to know
Roger Darrell.
| This Capt. Grant, who has made his
appearance upon the stage of our story
was also connected with this strange and
dramatic past, in what manner the reader
will soon see.
| That he was bold and bad man, the
young girl had been already warned by
hor keen sense of perception, yet the
soldier had a dashing aspect, and it was
only the CLEAN of his eye and the sneer
of his voice that had warned Carol
against him. What influence he had over
her father she could not even guess, but
without doubt the master of Richmond
! Terrace feared him.
Capt. Grant knew his power we'll, and
1t had been his intention in coming to
the Terrace to use it to the best advan-
tage. Perhaps this had something to do
with the mannerin which Lawrence Rich
mond cherished the spark of hatred for
the barrels in his breast, in order that he
might have just cause for separating the
lovers.
Varied though the emotions of Carol
Richmond must have been, they could
not, of course, equal those that filled the
mind and heart of Roger Darrell, as he
stood there looking after his lost love, and
realizing that fate had again tskcn hand
in the game, sundering the hearts that it
had so strangely brought together.
"Why did we ever meet2 Was it be-
cause Heaven wished to punish Darrell
for that sin! If that be so, then the
blight has indeed fallen upon me but l
pray God that all the bittor pain and an
guish may come to me also; let not
single shadowy regret touch her bright
heart"
While he still stood there, his thoughts
busy, there came the sound OF footballs,