Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-12
CHAPTER XI.

The first days after the arrival of Roger and bis daughter at the White House were very busy, but soon Suzanne began to have little more time, which she occupied in riding about tho pleasant neighborhood, sketching and gathering the wild flowers and ferns that that grew so bountifully in every direction.
 One morning she started early with her sketching implements to visit old abbey, which had many historic recollecrions, and reached there about o'clock, and gave her horse in charge of the guard, who had a little cottage near by. This abbey was considered @ fine piece of architecture and was kept in repair by the care of Baroness Nathaniel De Rothschild, to whom it belonged
 Suzanne went to work diligently and painted continually until about noon, trans ferring the scene to her canvass with much effect. Then she suddenly discovered that she was both hungry and thirsty. "I will go and get drink. Perhaps that is all want after nll."
 She returned to the keepers house, and there the keepers wife, Q buxom, handsome young woman, offered Suzanne some lunch, and as she sat at the snowy table 0 young man in hunters costume entered the door with his gun and game bag, followed by a magnificent hunting dog
 He bowed profoundly without speaking, and the keepers wife pleasantly, if somewhat awkwardly, presented him, saying:
 "Mademoiselle, do not be afraid. This is q gentle youth, M. Pierre De Noirville, who has permission to shoot in the park. He lives near hero with his mother and elder brother When he hunts he always comes here for his lunch"
 Suzanne replied to his profound bow by few words and hastened her own lunch, that he might have his, as sho had no mind to sit at table with him, although he was very handsome, with something foreign in the peculiar shape of his eyes and his complexion. He looked more like an Oriental than French Suzanne excused herself and returned to her work, telling the keepers wife to have her horse ready in an hour.
 When she went out Pierre followed her with his eyes, and he piled the good natured Catharine with questions as to the beautiful young Miss Forney, who did not act so frightened as do all young French girls when they happen to meet young man. He ad- mired her sweet but sober dignity and her | evident self possession, and in fact he waxed exceedingly enthusiastic. Pierre fingered long over his omelet and fresh bread, coffee and cream cheese, in hopes of seeing the young lady again, but at last with a heavy sigh took his departure.
 Suzanne worked until she had finished what | buo WlSuSu tO uO tLuu tuSu lGJuiIGu UO UlSa cottage, and giving Catharine her implements ! and half finished sketch said: ."I shall be here early tomorrow morning, and try to finish it," and then she rode off rapidly. At the moment she was about to leave the park she made gesture of vexation and annoy. ance as she saw Pierre De Noirville standing | immovable as statue and gazing at her with earnest admiration.
 Then Pierre, angry with himself, turned abruptly and shamefacedly toward his home, tho Meridon farm, which was to be seen from the gate of the park.
 Meridon farm was situated at about six miles from the White House and consisted of 200 or 800 acres, through which ran the Yvette river, and here lived Julia De Noir- vile with her two sons, Raymond and Pierre. This farm was all that they had to depend upon, for Luciens death left them but iily provided for, until Lucien's uncle had died, bequeathing this property to the two brothers. Pierre managed the farm while Raymond was preparing himself for the law in Paris.
 Julia had greatly changed during these ter years which followed the condemnation fol life to the man she loved and the death of he, husband. Remorse had aged her, and, al though she was but 45, she was bent and withered and had the appearance of an ole | WOIuaI. 4Q6I0 was lIO0 q udJ UcSSeO nor ( night in which she did not seem to see twt phantoms-the one whom she had sent to prison and death, the other her good and gen tie husband, dead in his friends defense
 Her life since then had been one poignan regret Had it not been for her two sons sk
 would certainly have divulged her part il
 this horrible crime, but to clear Roger
 name she must blight those of her two sons
 And she thought Roger was dead, as he wa
 reported to have been killed ill an attempt a
 escape.
 Raymond was g years old and Pierre 2A
 Raymond was small, pale and of nervou
 temperament, with his fathers soulful eyes
 while Pierre was large, robust and dark
 Both were handsome.
 Though living in Paris Raymond cam often to the farm. always Sundays, and Il often as his duties and studies permitted hir
 during the week,
 The two brothers loved their mother ter
 derly, and respected her habitual sadness q
 the natural result of the loss of her husbar. in so tragic manner. They believed thu
 she @pFd neIvef be Uonsnled for that breavt