Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-01

had lily be- iieved to be destroyed.
 It is thus that the wicked nre always do erted and betrayed by their allies. Tho old phrase, Honor among hieves," Is q falsc and delrsive ono.
 Among the dishonest thcro can be no honor. The eane impulse which prompts them to cheat and deceive t cir victims. will, at another time. induce !hrm to cheat each other. Thus it was with the interruptions ovcrseer. William Bowcn; so loag as h.s employer had paid him for his silence no was content to suppress tho guilty secret of the money which Silas Lad received from Philip Treverton, but on the first , occasion of the attorneys refusing 10 supply him with funds, he was ready 10 turn round and betray him. It was with this view that he had con- trived to substitute a blank sheet of paper, and to preserve the actual receipt written and signed by Sias Craig. The wealthy attorney, the pretended Christian, stood convicted a cheat and 0 swindler.
 Augustus Horton turned indignantly from his old ally.
 Mortimer" he said, ''that did not know what this man was" Silas Craig gnashed his teeth in silence; then crushing the paper in his hand. he rose from his chair and looked about him.
 It was the look of wild beast al hay :; the look of u fox that knows the cha. .J over and the dogs arc around him. He secs their glaring eyes, he fee!s their hot and hungry breath. but he ...- termines on concentrating She energy ot his nature on one last effort, This receipt Is forSely!' ho screamed, in d shrill and b,okrn voice. 'I deny it's validity!'
 "Take care. Silas Craig,' sa | his old accomplice. II calculate lylns ont save you. You'd better spraH tho truth for once in wa, reckon, and throw your- self upon the mercy of these gents
 ''l deny it's validity! repeated the at- torn1y; tits an infamous forgery. fabri- ca;cd by that man, William Bowen. defy any living creature to prove that Philip Treverton paid me one hundred thousand dollars"
 Beware Silas Craig!' said voico from the interior of the apartment "You defy the living, do you also defy the dead?"
 A man emerged from the shadow of the curtains about the window. The man was the elder of the two gold dig gers; but he was no stranger to those assembled there.
 "Tho dead!" gasped Silas. dropping once more into his chair.
 
 pression of the attorneys face, as with open mouth and protrudlng eye-balls he stared at the new conner. It wae but for a moment that they be- held the gaze of horror. for af; CT ono brief glance he covered his face with his outspread hands.
 ''Thc dead! !" he repeated; the dead ?"
 Philip Treverton!' exclaimed Gerald Leslie.
 "Yos, Gerald" answered the stranger, extending his hand to Cora's father i; "that Philip Treverton whom you have been taught to think gamester and Q cheat. That Philip to whom, when about to sail for England, you intrusted 0 large sum of money, to be paid Ly him to that wretch yonder. You departed, secure in the bellef that your friond and partner was man of honor. and that the money was as safe in his hands as in your own. On your return you were told that your friend was dead, and that the money had not been paid. l have only learned to- day, from the lips of Bowen there, your noble and generous conduct. You ut tered no word of complaint. no syllable of reproach, but you bore up to the last against the reverses brought upon you, as you thought, by tho dishonor of an- other."
 "Do not speak of that, Philip" said Gerald Leslie: II attributed the loss of tho money to some fatal moment of im- prudence. and never, even in thought, accused you of dishonor. "IIpprudcnce would have been dis honoAtn such O case" answered Philip Treverton. 'Ay, Silas Craig. we'll may you hide your face from me-well may your oyes refuse to meet those of the man You would have murdered! Murdered exclaimed Gerald and Mortimer. while the women listened with white and terrified faces to the disclos ures | of the returned wandercr. "Yes, murdered. It Is foul word to | speak beneath the broad blue sky. and in the sunlight of yonder heaven, but 1t | Is the word for ali that" ''Silas Craig" cried Augustus Horton, "have you no word to answer to all this? Can you sit calmly there anu hear these | accusations? Speak, man, speak, and | give your accuser the lie." He cannot!" said Philip Trevorton, | pointing to the lawyer. "Is that the att | titude of q man who is falsely accused? l Look at him; look at him crouching like | O beaten hound beneath its masters | whip"
 "Do not speak of him." cried Gerald Leslie. impetuously, but explain this mystery. How is it that for 2 twelve.