Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-17
BY FA1'E|
BY EMMA s. soUTHwoRTH.
Copyright 1ssa. by Laird & Lee.

"I see you arc always ready for foes, and cannot blame you, seeing the num- Der of enemies you have made. Go your way, but remember, we shall meet again, and, when that time comes, shall be ready to expose your true character. Your downfall is near at hand, wretch and all the powers of Satan, whom you serve, cannot save you. Angels will re- joice in your fall, and the spirits of your poor victims exult, while the fiends of Tophet will welcome you with open arms. 9
 ''Cease, or you will goad me to des- peration," cried the other, his hand trembling, and his face changing to q marble whiteness as the intensity of his emotions drove the blood back to his heart. tI hate you as man never hated man before. You have stood in my way all my life in everything desired. What is to keep my finger from pressing the trigger now, and sending you to your long account? By all the powers of Hades, the impulse to do this thing is strong within me. Are you prepared to die, Roger Darrel?'
 He meant every word he uttered, but the other only laughed carelessly.
 "Put up your pistol, man; you would not dare to use it. Shall tell you why? Because your hand trembles, and you would fail to accomplish your end. Then would spring upon you and with these hands rend you i'll pieces. You realize that I speak the truth; your arm falls at your side. Ha you have met your mas ter. Now, fire if you dare, sir."
 The Captain could not have done so, k,,ry h1x IL. his arms were shackleo with bands of iron, and try as he might, he was unable to break loose from them.
 As Roger had truly said, he was in the presence of his master.
 In the days gone by Roger had not known that he possessed this mesmeriz- Ing power, and it had been long since he and his scapegrace cousin had met face to face, so that he had been unaware of the power he would have over him.
 His excitement had increased his usual strength of mesmerism, while the con- sciousness on the part of the Captain as to his own weakness and inability to combat against Roger, even though he held the winning power in the shape of the revolver, had gone far toward van- qutshing him.
 They stood thus like two statues for full minute, the one proud, commanding, and noble, the other cringing like whipped cur, his hand trembling still as 1t clutched the weapon that might have been used with such deadly effect upon his enemy but for the coward dice that seized upon his soul.
 Atlast the spell was broken.
 Raising his hand, Roger pointed to the forest on the left.
 "Go your way, foul wretch, and have @ care how you cross my path again, for if we meet once more and I find that you are still prosecuting those whom I would protect then all the powers of the mas- ter you serve so we'll can not save you from my vengeance. will say no moro, but go."
 His manner emphasized his words, and there was something about him that seemed to impress the doughty Cap tain with the idea that it would be better to show discretion than valor.
 At any rate, with @ muttered oath, he stepped back pace.
 "Never fear, we shall meet again, cousin mine, when the advantage will not be upon your side. You say that my hand trembles, and you say well, for I have not yet recovered from a wound received in duel. I go not because you desire it, but simply that may do something rash If I remain here. Until we meet again, adieu."
 Turning, he strode among the trees, without once looking back, and Roger drew in long breath as though free from the presence of a serpent that poisoned the atmosphere.
 His face was perfect picture of un- governable fury, fire flashing from his eyes, and his white teeth gleaming cruelty.
 Courses upon your head, Roger Darrel, for this last i1sult. All my life you have stood ahead of me, the favorite of for tune, while I had to be content with groveling in the shadow cast by your high mightiness. The time has come when I can bend no longer. Something is going to break. It may b6 you, it may be me; but this world is not big enough for us both. You have found me out, but 1t will be bad thing for you. Things are getting mixed here, and mVst force way through"
 To toll the honest truth, things were getting trifle mixed so far as his per SOudl 6dIHky Was cOuceTueu. ne QaQ upon his track, first of all, the gipsy girl, the very thought of whom sent cold chill through his veins, and whom he half expected to see behind every tree and bush that he passed.
 Besides, the ghost of the man whom he thought he murdered, and whose body he had hidden away in the chimney flue of the old mill, seemed to rise up and haunt him, pointing a bony finger at him. and laughing in sepulchral mock cry. Although not given to superstition, the doughty Captain had often shivered ct the bare contemplation of such a meeting.
 Besides this, he secretly feared lest the woman he had so fearfully wronged, and who was even then secured in the private insane asylum of Dr. Grim, might again escape, as she had done once before, and finish the work commenced upon that dueling field in the graveyard.
 A man with such matters as these weighing upon his mind, and the furious enmity of man like Roger Darrel added to them all, must in truth, be possessed