Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-12-16
CHAPTER xxx.

TRISTAN.
A deathly and terrible gloom reigned
in the Villa MoraqultoS AFTER the awful
catastrophe which had closed the lie
OF Don Juan.
1t was impossible to keep the entire
truth from Camilla. She was told that
Sue was tatheress. but that the report
which She had heard was the result OF
all accident. Tue poor girl Was made
Go believe that Don Juan had perlsned
through an accident which hau occur
red to tim While cleaning the firearms
that ornamented the study. Pauline
CorS watched over her with the ten
dernesS OF an elutr sister; but the
stricken girl abandoned herself to a
grief which seemed almost iuconSola-
Bic.
Late i'll the afternoon, Paul Crivelli
left the house OF death, and proceeded
to the hotel ut which Armand Tremlay
was staying.
He was the bearer of letter from
Pauline Corsi; and he informed tie ar
fist Of the terrible event which had
happened since that morning.
1t will be, therefore, some months
before | can hope that my cousin Ca
militia will assume the right to a still
dearer NAME" said Paul, after they
had talked for some time of the fear
Tul event.
Il imagine So" answered Armand;
"and Pauline tells me that | must be
patient, as she viii not consent TO our
marriage taking place on any day but
that appointed for yours"
The two young men left the hotel
and walked through the more retired
streets, until they left the city behind
them. and emerged upon the banks OF
the river.
They walked fer some little distance,
when they came suddenly upon the
figure OF u negro, reclining at the foot
OF an American oak.
He started to his feet as they APP
preached, and Paul recognized the man
with whom he had that morning Strug-
gled, Tristan, the slave belonging to
the late Don Juan.
The negro gIared at him with Il saw
age expression in his distended eye
balls.
sit is you" he cried, "you-you! You
haunt me wherever go. L had come
here TO die
TO die::"
yes. | have poison here" he said
clutchlng at some object i'll the breast
OF lis SHIRT. Il overheard all this
morning. and [ should have been your
ruin, had you not overpOwered me. [
would have burnt the evidence Of your
birth. | would have prevented your
union with Camilla Moraquitos-With
her love"
you are mad. What can that slave
be but mad who dares to love his mis-
tress? | would grovel upon the earth,
and suffer her foot to trample on my
neck. | would die thousand deaths,
but | am mad and | love her. l have
loved her from those happy hours when
she was Il little child by yonder sunny
river, and | was her piaything, her dog,
her slave. but Still her companion; and
now she lOathe3 and deSpiSeS the
wretched slave, she loves another, and
mad Tristan has come into this forest
to die"
Tristan, Tristan!" said Paul implor-
Beware" cried the slave, snatching
a knife from his breast. Beware how
you cross my path! You are unarmed,
and, strong rs you are, feeble against
the strength of madness. Avoid me,
if you value your own safety; you, Paul
CrIvelli, above all others, should shun
me, for | hate you. Avoid me then, it
you would not tempt me to destroy
you"
He uttered wild cry, and sprang to-
ward Paul, with the knife uplifted in
his powerful right hand, but the two
young men were prepared for the blow,
and while Armand Tremlay seized the
hand holding the dagger, Paul twisted
q silk handkerchief into bandage,
with which they bound the arms of the
negro.
Secured thus, they conveyed him
pack to New Orleans.
The violent paroxysm of madness
mad passed, and the Wretched man was
as quiet aS u child.
They took him to the Villa Moraqui-
tos. where they placed him under the
care Of his mother, assisted by apoWer-
ful negro, belonging to the household.
."Restore him to reason, Zarah," said
Paul, land as soon as he has recovered,
| will give YOU both your liberty"
food. generous maSSa, and we shall
go back to African
IOu snail"