Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-14
IF WATERB1RY EVENING DEMOCRAT SATURDAY. JAN A. 1888

Suzanne had no reason to believe that he would come, but still she expected hm, ana os her father had gono to Paris on some business, shc wrapped herself and went out into the park, where she saw him coming toward her swiftly She could not retain her joy, and advanced to meet him with such joyous faco and light step that Raymond exclaimed:
 Suzanne, my Suzanne! What is ita In the name of heaven, speakl"
 "Oh, Raymond, come quick. l will tell you all. and have so much to say. Come into the house; dare not tell you here. It is about fathern
 And when they were in the house and tho door to the reception room closed she told him all. Roger Laroque had not named Julia, and Raymond could not imagine his mother as ill any way interested in the matter. Ho could not associate her with any such thing, and yet his thought flew involuntarily toward her. He said:
 "Did your father know my mother7
 He must have known her, but, of course, he did not wish to be recognized. remem- Der now that he hesitated strangely about go- ing to your house after my accident.n
 "That is so," continued Raymond, scarcely knowing what he said ESQ.," he continued, lit wasa woman who held his honor in her hands, almost his life, and yet said no word to save him. Who could she be to have acted so cowardly?"
 aC:onsider, Raymond; perhaps she had children; think of the dishonor she would bring upon them"
 s'Did he tell you her namer'
 .No; that he could not do without betray- ing the confidence which he came near losing his life to maintain. He will never tell that naIne."
 ''Laroque is a man. My father had reason fc1 octoo !, cf; fov his reserve"
 Raymond became silent and pensive again; then Ee spoke:
 Suzanne, since your father is innocent there must be some one else guilty. Now to find that man seen by you and your poor mother. That man whom your father is hunting for will also search. Besides, some thing tells me that that woman had something to do with that crime. I think she is an ac- will find.'
 Raymond" said Suzanne, with instinctive terror, s'spare that woman Think that if she is mcther it would De fearful thing to de- liver her to justice, to cover her with shame. am sure that my father would not wish it. Spare her!"
 "Wc shall sec when the day comes, and while waiting Iwillnot lose minute. shall get the records of the trial and study them l up, aid Suzanne, see my way clear. You told mo but q l.tte while ago that you were happy, and now 1 say the sana> for feel suro that the day is not tar off when you will be my wife,"
 "May God hear and aid you," said Suzanne. devoutly.
 Now goodby, dear Suzanne. Wemay not meet again for weeks, for I will not return until can bring you good news. Have con fidence. My father loved yours, but he could not prove his case, and he died for grict be- cause of it. There where the father failed the son may succeed. One worked for friend ship and the other for love; and l, too. will die, if necessary, as he died" And so saying, with his great, dark eyes blazing with excite ment, he kissed the two little hands and went rapidly away to begin his labor of love, which was, alas! to bring such bitter fruit