Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-21
ROGER LAROQUE.
Adapted and Translated from the French
 of Jules Mary.

ssWait-wait just one little minute till the doctor comes. But how is it that everything is 50 clean and in such perfect order here! This house has been uninhabited ever since your uncle took the little one away. She may have been living here unknown to any body all this while"
 ssNo, for when returned to this country one of my first visits was to this place, and tho neglected air was too painful to me, so went as William Forney and leased both these places, and had Mother Dondaine put both houses ill order, and if what you think could possibly be true, shall be doubly glad l did so."
 During this conversation Pivolot was doing all he could to restore the poor young woman to consciousness, but without avail. She breathed, however, regularly though faintly, and knowing nothing better to do he retired from sight of her and stood waiting for Iris tot to return
 Tristot had found and sent the doctor post haste, without saying who he was to find at the supposed deserted house. When he reached there and found the two magistrates and the American he was surprised, but when he saw his patient his astonishment turned to absolute fear, so that it was with difficulty he could administer the needful remedies. When he came out of the room he saw that the strange man appeared horribly agitated, and that he clasped his hands as he said ill an entreating voice: "Doctor, I pray you tell me if you know her?"
 "Wno are you, and have you right to ask!''
 "He has, doctor," said II. Lacroix, "and it is our request that you tell him if you kllow."
 'Vory well, then. It is the lady whom we have all believed dead these ten years, whose supposed body saw and whose funeral l ,1o, i, nyl Inpfin1fn I,0- roque."
 Are you positive-certain, without the possibility of doubt? Tell mo true, doctor!"
 "Of course I am. Haven't I known her ever since her cLildhood? Have I not at tended her and her little girl in every illness they Lad? I only wonder how could havo been such laundering donkey before"
 Still Roger dared not hope. He could be- lieve no one but himself, and he had not seen her. Besides, he thought, there is but enc lamp and by its feeble light they cannot sec clearly, and so the poor man tried to shut his heart againsthope, fearing disappointment. Just now Tristot was heard without, and some one with him, and he came up stairs with a triumphant air and a handful of candles which he had hastily purchased.
 The person who was with him was not Mother Dondlaine, but the good and gentle old Mme. Dubois. He had seen her hlrrying along the street, peeping anxiously in every direction, ns if hunting for some one or some- thing.
 'sOh, sir!" said she to Tristot, ''have you seen young woman dressed in black pass by here? She slipped out and cannot find her. She is just like little child in her mind, sir; one of Gods own,' you know, a natural, and I am so frightened don't know what will become of her here. She never wanted to leave us at all in the valley"
 "Come with me. I think I know some thing. Is she your daughter?"
 "No; she just appeared at our house like the saints and miracles, and for ten years she 1 las lived with us, and we loved her and treated her as if she was our own. She was | all dressed ill black, with her beautiful hair all hanging in loose curls, and she had on one slipper only.
 She never told us who she was here she came from, and if we asked her anything she always said: I know nothing about it, and | never saw anything,' and that was all."
 Tristot was satisfied now, and in Q few mo- ments the old lacy was by the poor young i wifes sde but her efforts like the doctors, did not seem to arouse her. Still, the doctor said, she was in no immediate danger, and seemed more in a lethargic slumber than 0 faint, and he questioned the old woman, who repeated her simple story, which convinced all who heard it of Henriette's identity.
 When Roger heard this story he was SC overcome with joy and with the reaction of all the emotions through which he had passed during the last few weeks, that he was abso lutelv unable to sustain himself. The doctor said:
 "Well, Roger, though it seems like reading tho widest romance to discover that you arc alive and here, and to know all that ha: passed, must believe it all, strange as it is 1 Now have this to say, and hope you vii obey me. I wish to give you sleeping potion and let you get rest, which yor greatly need. As to poor Henriette, yor may go in and see her, just to satisfy your self, but you must not let yourself be seen It is now certain that this poor child has beer demented all these years, as the resul of the dreadful shock she experienced It is possible, and even probable that this new shock on this poor child's brai1 and nerv ous sensibilities may restore her req son, repeating itself, so to speak, in such manner as to cali her shaken faculties to lif by the very thing which did her the first evil
 "You say, Mme Dubois. that she has ap peared restless and uneasy ever since yol brought her to Vile d'Avray. In my opinion that is good symptom and showed awaken ing intelligence. hardly dare assert Una she will be restored, still feel that am jus tifed in telling you to hope. Now, Roger you may just step inside the door and kee! behind the bed curtains and take one look but be careful no noise or motion to rous her. Come, will go first with the light"
 With knees that almost refused their burden and eyes almost blinded with unshed tears Roger, stifiing his very breath, crept after th doctor to verify or lose his last hope, an with one last prayer to God for strength
 hear the disappointment if so it was to be, L
 ooked through the curtains as the light fe
 lpon the sleeping face of his beloved wife.
 Yes, it was she. Her rich, dark hair lay
 massive waves and curls upon the white pi
 ows, and the marble white brow was ths
 10 had so often kissed. Those beautiful blu
 ,eined lids with the delicately penciled brow
 md thick, long lashes hid the tender eyes l Ienriette, which were the indexes of so1 50 noble and pure. The perfect oval of tl
 face and the sensitive and beautiful mout
 were Henriette's own, and Roger often afte
 ward wondered why he did not die of jc 1 then.
 He would have stood there forever, absorbt
 in the. delirium of his happiness, had u
 doctor not come and led him out, softly clc
 ing the door.
 "Well, now, my boy, what do you thin sc f1oc4 ;- of2 cna VI