Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-11-18

now thirty: l have kept it long and
patiently, have l not?"'
lie did not answer her.
II bnce tcds.ed ma time. / knew that
this secret would bring me wealth and
power whenever it was told. 1t con-
Germs two men. Those two men are
my slaves. At a word from me. they
stand before the tribunals of this city
branded with crime-loathed by their
telioW-citlzens. A word from me, and
they go from homes of luxury to the
gloom OF prison, from which but a
few steps will lead them tothe gallowS.
Shall | tell you who those two men are,
Silas Craig?"
If you please"
He tried to speak with his accus-
toned insolent and hooking smile. but
the white lips refused to do his will.
and his words came in hollow whis-
per.
The first is Don Juan Moraquitos.
the second iS-yOu!"
The word seemed to whistle from her
lips like the bullet of a pistol The
lawyer fell back in his chair as if he
received blow.
The secret concerns the night upon
which IomaSo Crivelli died, and the
VIII which on that night was forged bv
you, after the real will had been made
away with. The secret also concerns
the young man called Paul Lisimon.
The man whom you dared to accuse of
theft"
"HoW-how did you discover this?"
NO matter how. Enough that | did
make the discovery. Shall | tell YOU
now the price ask for my secret?"
All attempts at insolence or defiance
upon the part OF the lawyer was now
abandoned.
Silas Craig covered before the
FrenchWoman as humbly as the crimi-
nal who awaits the sentence of his
judge.
Don Juan Moraquitos will make me
his wife and share with me his fortune
From hlm L ask no more than this We
shall leave America for Paris, and in
the delight of my native city | shall en-
deavor to forget the sorrows of my
youth. But although | am ambitious.
l am not utterly selfish, and in my
triumph L wish to secure the happiness
OF others. Those others are Camilla
Moraqultos and the young man it has
pleased Don Juan to call Paul List
mon."
How do they concern me?" asked
Silas.
you shall hear. By a foul and in
famous plot, the details do not know,
but which is doubtless worthy of the
person who has concocted it, you have
contrlved to brand the name of Paul
LISlmon with mfamy. You will reveal
that plot. You will withdraw that
shameful accusation: and you will i'll
sert an advertisement in every paper
printed i'll New Orleans declaring the
young mans innocence. You NAV call
your plot practical joke if you please.
OH are so universally beloved and re-
spected that you will of course be be.
lfeved. That is my first condition. DO
you comply with it,"
SilaS Craig bent his head. He had
scarcely power to speak.
My second demand is that you pro-
duce the yeat will, signed by Don To
maso Crivelli, i'll which he leaves the
whole Of his estate to his only and
legitimate son. Paul Crivelli, known in
tins city as Paul Lisimon."
Again the lawyer bent his head.
In conjunction with Don Juan Mo-
raqultoS, you will restore to this young
man the wealth OF his father. which
You divided into equal portions soon
after Don Tomas" 5 death. You will
find no difficulty with Juan MoraquitOs.
l. I1<1IS "iA' 'thNHllUuitl do lt HIS UCCl,
he is not so fortunate as you. He has
still a conscience"
Us that ALP" gasped the lawyer.
at is. | think we understand each
other little better now than we did
half an hour ago. Goodnight"
She left the room before he could re-
ply, and before he could summon the
negro to usher her from the house.
1t was nearly eleven O'Clock WREN
Pauline Corsl left the lawyers office,
but the streets were lighted brilliantly
by the full moon which sailed high in
the Heavens. The Frenchwoman drew
her veil closely over her face. She was
dressed in dark garments, which shield
ell her from observation, and she hur
rled rapidly through the lonely streets.
About halfway toward her deStlna-
ton she met two men walking side by
side, smoking cigars.
Suddenly she stopped, and, clasping
her hand upon her heart, looked eager
ly at the younger Of these two men.
at cannot be-" she murmured; 1T
cannot be. It is the moonlight which
deceives me-"
At this moment they drew near a
tavern, the door of which was brilliant
ly lighted.
The lamplight fell upon the face of
the younger man.
The two men entered the tavern, and
from the threshold. looking after them
can be mistaken" she sad, and
yet it seems like some beWildering
dream, | might-after thirteen weary
years-and tonight"