Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-02

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 12A A A sssp! 5Ss life of Don
 It was impos- sible to keep tho entire truth from Ca- millia. She was told that she was father less, but that the report which she had heard was the result of an accident. Tho poor girl was made to believe that Don Juan had perIshed through an accident which had occur ed to him while clean ing tho firearms that orDamented his study. Pauline Corsi watched over her with tho tenderness of an elder sister; but the stricken girl abandoned herself to a grief which seemed almost incon- solable.
 Late in the afternoon, Paul Crtvelli left the house Of death, and proceeded to the hotel at which Armand Tremlay was staying.
 Ho was tho bearer of a letter from Pauline Corsi; and he informed tho art ist of the terrible event which had hap pened since that morning.
 "It will be, therefore, some months before can hope that my cousin Ca millia will assume the right to a still dearer name" Faid Paul, after they had tai ed for some time of the awful event. Ii imagine so," answered Armand; ""E! Pauline tells me that must be patient, as she will not consent to our marriage taking place on any day but that appointed for yours
 Tho two young men left the hotel and wniied through the more retired streets, un:il they left the city behind them, and emerged upon the banks of the river.
 Armand Tremlay and Paul Crivelli were eminently suited to each other.
 So much, too had the terrible event of the day broken down the barriers of cere- monv and restraint, that they seemed air. ady like old fri' 'nds,
 They walked on, talking of the singu- lar occurrences which had checkered their two lives, until the sun was sinking into the bosom of the Mississippi. and until they found themselves at con- side, able distance from the o:ty.
 In order to regain New Orleans by shorter route, they struck into 0 wood that borde:cd h" river. The sun wa failing behind the trunks of the trees, and the wood was lonely as some priuevai forest. They had walked for some little dis tancc, when they came suddenly upon the figure ol a n"grO, reclining at tho foot of an immense American oak. IIo artel to his feet as they ap- preached, and Paul recognized the man with whom he had that morning strug- gled Tristan. he slave belonging to tho late Don Juan.
 Tie negro gIured at him with q savage expression in his distcn';ed cycballs. ''lL is you, he cried, 'you-you You haunt mo wherever 1 go. I had come i here to die
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 "les. I have poison here.' he said, ! clutching at some object in the breast of | lis shirt. II overheard all this morn. 1 ing, and should have been your ruin. ! had you not ovcIpowered me. 1 would 1 have burnt the evidence of your birth. I would have prevented your union with | Camilla MoraqUitos--with her l lovc?'
 .tNnIl c a y,nH 1,i>:. "
 'Ncs, 1 am mad. What can that slave be but mad who dares to love his mis- tress? l would grovel upon tho earth and suffer her foot to trample on my neck. l would die q thousand deaths, but 1 am mad. and I love her. I have loved her from those happy hours wheb she was little child by yonder sunny river, and l was her plaything. her dog her slave, but still her companion; and now she lcathes and despises the wretched slave, she loves another, and mad Tristan has come into ,iiis forest tc die"
 The glaring eyes of the negro had SC much of tho fire of insanity in their say age light. that the two young men thought he was indeed mad.
 'Tristan, Tristan!' said Paul, I'm plorinsiy.
 Beware" cried the slave. snatching { knife from his breast "Beware how I you CAoSS Ily poCA Aou tSAO uAeII iAOu and, strong as you are, feeble against tho strength of madness. Avoid me. i you value your own safety; you. Pau Crivelli, above all others, should shuI mo, for I hate you. Avoid me then, i you would not tempt mo to destroy you"
 lie uttered wild cry, and sprang to ward Paul, with the knife upiift, d in hi powerful right hand, but the two younl men were prepared for the blow. an' while Armand Tremlay seized the han' holding the dagger. Paul twisted sill handkerchief into a bandage, with whicl they bound the arms of the negro.
 Secured thus. they conveyed him bac to New Orleans.
 The violent paroxysm of madness ha passed, and the wretched man was a quiet as child.
 They took him to the Villa Moraquitos where they placed him under the care C his mother, ass :stod by powerful negro belonging to the household.
 ..Restorc him to reason, Zarah," sai Paul. and as soon as he has recovered ! will g.va you both your liberty"
 "Goou, gcnei ou5 massa, and we sha go back to Africu!"
 'TOu shall.