Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-02
Roger! Roger! Great Godi"

same instant, escaping the blow He gave but one cry of ''Murder!" and then there was a short but deadly struggle. The murderer's hat fell, a summer hat, high, gray, and bear ing @ black ribbon band. The candle rolled on the table, but before it went out dark face, covered by thick, black beard appeared like flash. There was no moro noise Dark ness reigned in that room. Larouette, weak as he was, tried to defend himself. The mur- lent him force. Larouette tried to cry for help. Then there was @ flash and heavy detonation, and that was all.
 Henriette drew back, with chattering teeth. Great drops of sweat stood on her brow. She looked like one suddenly gone mad. She re- peated, breathless, in an agony of torture at this sudden rending of all her happiness: "Roger! Can it bea He2 Oh, horriblel"
 And now, in the midst of this wretchedness, came tho thought of her child; her child, whose existence she had forgot in that sub. lime agony; of her child, who had been the first to recognize her father.
 Suzanne" said she with painful effort
 Mammal" said faint voice behind her.
 Victoria had brought lamp, and now one could see clearly into the bed room. Through the lace shade the light fell directly upon the child's face. She did not cry. She made no gesture, but her eyes were strangely fixed. Sho must have seen and understood, for her forehead, so pure and so candid, had suddenly become indented with deep wrinkle. She had aged ill that instant many years, and she had the face almost of woman. Then Henriette clasped her in her arms in Q wild pain and lifted her, and then laid one hand over the child's eyes.
 ''You have seen nothing" gasped she breathlessly. sYou have seen nothing and you have heard nothing. Listen to me well, and understand me. You must remember that you have seen nothing and have heard nothing"
 ''No, mammal; shall have seen nothing, and shall have heard nothing"
 It was no longer that silvery, sweet voice of child; it was the grave voice of the mother. Suddenly aged by a horrible spec tacle, the child recognized clearly the whole of her future and it's significance.
 "You will never say anythinga'
 "NOthing, ever, mamma"
 "Never, if you love your poor mother, never tell what you have seen, what you have heard, no matter what threats, prayers or temptations are brought to bear upon yous" "Never, except on your order, mother" She called her "mother" now; the child was no longer @ baby to say mamma"
 "That is right; and may God have pity on
 
 he may strike me-"
 She did not weep, though the nervous sobs, strangled in her throat, nearly stifed her. Still she had strength to close the window, and on returning toward her bed she saw that her maid, dumb and frightened, was still there. Henriette thought she must faint, but gathered force enough to say: "You can go, Victoria. will put Suzanne to bed myself"
 Madame, did you not see, not hear? Therel 1 Near us, very near."
 "Whata What was its" "A pistol shot,"
 "You are crazy. Leave us"
 "Excuse me, madame, but I thought heard one"
 Victoria went out trembling, and Henrietta l happened to glance in her glass. She drew back in alright, so terrible was her own ap pearance. At this instant she heard stifed groan, and turning she found Suzanne on the carpet in convulsions. She sprang to the child, and lifting her in her arms caressed hel with wild delirium of love and terror.
 "My child, my darling child, oh, be calm l do not be afraid-I am here. Oh, my baby l what shall do?"
 l But Suzanne, shaken by a violent hysteria heard nothing. Henriette used all the mean. in her power to restore the child, but the con vulsions continued for long time-an eter nifty it seemed to the stricken mother. Al last the conyulsions ceased and the child re gained consciousness, and looking her mother ill the eyes repeated with her dry little lips:
 "No, mother; shall have seen nothing; shall have heard nothing"
 And they wept in each others embrace Suddenly they both shivered and rose to gether. but Suzanne did not let go her clasl about Ter mothers waist. The gate whicl
 led from the lawn to the Rue de Versailles
 was crealsing or ts hinges Steps were heare upoA .ae gravel walk; a key turned in the lock of the front door.
 aIt is hep murmured Henriette.
 Suzanne held her arms clasped still molS tightly around her mothers waist It wa!
 Roger Laroque. Henriette knew his step
 and hastily put out the lamp, leaving only
 the night light burning, and, staggering tt
 her door, locked it. She trembled lest h,
 should come into her presence. They listened
 with bated breath to the steps coming nearer
 and which stopped at last before their door and in tho midst of the death like silence they
 heard distinctly his breath, coming in heav,
 gasps as if he had run until almost breathlesa They heard bis hands as he felt about tryip, ltale door, and they heard him knock sotny