Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-11-03

L ufN6 nOb seen any papers nave
been-a long way from England"
Forgive me-" she said earnestly, taking
both my hands and looking with pity in
my face, forgive me. thought you must
know, and that your heart had grown hard
and selfish, benumbed with its own pain.
oh, my dear friend, if it is still sensible to
the misfortunes of others, you have a terri
BILE grief to bear From my soul | pity
YOU"
"Tell me ALL" entreated.
Mon Dieul You shake like leaf now.
How can soften the blowt What can
say to give you courage? How can | be
gin?"
Tell me all" repeated. Begin from
the day went away"
Our troubles began then, to be sure. |
was surprised when took in the breakfast
that morning to find the master sitting
alone. 4 am afraid mademoiselle feels un-
well this morning. said he. She was ill
yesterday, and last night she did not come
down to wish us good night" Self she
would like a cup of tea in her ROOM Then
went up, and finding your room empty
and the bed unused | called the master
feeling that he must see this with his own
eyes to believe it. He looked very grave
but less astonished than | expected. He
only asked if | could tell whether any of
your dresses was missing. | found that
that she has gone OUT said the master
We shall know more when she returns
He said that to put an end to my questions
and went back to his breakfast as though
it was quite natural you should go out and
stay away all night. But when ! cleared
the things away saw that he had not eaten
anything
He was working in his atelier when Mr.
kavanagh came; that was in the after
Good nNnrDinp madame , ha
as ] open the door; is NJ. Gordon here?'
No, monsieur; he has not been here for
two days, and that is droll, because he has
lately been in the habit of calling regularly
to see mademoiselle every morning Dear
mel says he; this is curious; for example,
| went to his rooms this morning by ap
pointment and found that he went away
last night and has not returned. He is not
at his club and in fact, | cannot find him
anywhere Mon Dieu? this is extraordi
nary says |, for mademoiselle went away
last night and has not yet returned AT
what hour 1t must have been before
you left How very stranger says he
Why, the hall porter at the chambers says
that a young lady came to see Mr.. Gordon
last night about that time, and from his
description it might have been mademoi
selle But, Of course, it couldn't have been
her, for they went out together arm in
arm, and NJ. Gordon had n large portman
teau with him."
"A pormanteau! | exclaimed
The INNtmanteau in which he took
away many things that belonged to him,
for when his rooms were searched they
were found all in disorder from the hasty
preparations he had made for long jour
ney. But have no need to tell you that"
No, mol don't want to hear anything
about myself. Tell me about Taras."
"Ah, my poor master! That killed the
JOY in his heart, for look you, he loved you
more than you could have believed-more
than | knew, perhaps more than he knew
himself He was no longer merry and
cheerful as he had been; he did not sing
| when he came from his atelier. And the
house was if some one lay dead in it. 1t
| melted ones heart to see him sitting alono
at the table. He would have your cover
laid, and we spoke as if you were coming
back soon. But for my part felt that
there was more unhappiness to come-that
Providence had sent this warning to pre-
| pare us for still greater calamity. That
was something more than superstition and
| the fancy of an old women. Before the
end of the month Il second warning came
| The masters work was destroyed for
! second time"
The group of statuary:'
''Hes-the beautiful group that he had
toiled Mt so long and patiently. 1t was In
| the kiln. The master saw the fires lit and
staid in the pottery till past midnight
watching the burning. | was sitting up
! for he had eaten no dinner, and had a hot
supper to serve. Well, mon Dieul he had
scarcely seated himself at the table when
we heard a terrible crash, and boy run
ming in from the pottery cried out that the
| kiln had fallen in"
Had it fallen in by accident2'
No, for when the ruins were cleared
| away traces of dynamite were found
| When NJ. Kavanagh saw it, he said The
mark of the cars hand is here. This has
| been done by the Russian police They
have not beaten me yet, re, led my poor
master, and that very day lie began to
model the group again. Then that good
| NJ. kavanagh prayed him to abandon the
| attempt, or at least to turn his efforts in
| some new direction, lest worst misfortunes
should follow. beard him say one day
| These warnings are not to be mistaken.
Next time these agents of the czar-these
hired assassins-may 0e ordered to destroy
not your work, but you Yes, that may
be- answered the master IF | do not
| yield, the car will have me killed perhaps
but the disgrace shall be on his side, not on
| mine And he shook his head to every argu
ment, working on to the last. All, how he
| worked One could see that lie had moth
! ing else to live for, my poor master
But that was not for long. 1t seemed
as if the car knew his intention and had
resolved to strike the blow before the work
could be finished. One night-only fort
night after the kiln had been destroyed
they came to the house, the assassins, and
rang the bell. They must have known that
| | had gone up to bed, and that Taras him
! self would answer the ring"-
She broke off suddenly as the sound OF
| wheels on the drive reached our ears. Taras
had returned, and she went out to receive
| him, leaving me still in ignorance OF the
calamity that had befallen him.
/ Wanted 81, 900 For a Hug.
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