Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-16
ROGER LAROQUB.
Adapted and Translated from the French
 of Jules Mary.
BY OLIVE HARPER.
CHAPTER XVI.

Some days after this scene Raymond went gone had it not been for the horrible fear which possessed him. He wanted to know the truth. Laroque had been for some weeks in Paris, on what errand we shall soon know. Suzanne was alone except for her domestics, and she soon remarked his pallor and drawn features.
 ''What has happeneda Have you any trouble2" asked she, when the first greetings were over.
 "No, am perplexed, and need an indication which hoped you might be able to furnish me-"
 "Have you, for instance, an old photograph course, I scarcely expect that can succeed, but if could it would assist me very much in my search"
 Fl have one. My uncle chose from our album, when my father took me away to America, a picture of both my father and mother, and had locket in which I hid my fathers picture behind that of my mother. If you will wait moment will bring it.
 One look only did Raymond give it, and he knew that the photograph which his mother had burned was that of Roger Laroque. And why had she written those three dates that were SO fatal to Roger7 It was mystery he shrank from penetrating.
 Suzanne could use all her pretty girlish arts, but Raymond could only respond by a forced smile now. It was as if he was in tor ment, and much as he loved her, he only wanted to fly, to hide in some inky pit, so foul and awful that nothing could ever come there to unearth his shame and he tried with white lips that could hardly frame words to excuse himself that he might be alone.
 After the silent, uncomfortable dinner, where each one of the three was absorbed ill dismal reflections, Raymond followed his mother to her room while Pierre went out, and when there he said:
 II don't know why, but the sad story of that poor young man of the photograph Launts me. To almost realize his hopes and then see them snatched away, I think he did well to die."
 "Why do you say this ill such tone, Ray mond2"
 "What did you say his name wasp said Raymond, without answering his mothers question.
 "Ah-Jean! Jean De Noirville. He was a distant relation of your fathers, and he mar ried a young girl named Claire Verbun, but they are both dead"
 iGIJ AiAoIA oAlC1AU, AAAOACe1lJ COAl- pairing this story with the one told him weeks ago. He almost laughed at the absurdity oi 1t, and she thought he believed it.
 ''In putting my fathers papers in order found his last speech, and in several places found the name of Roger Laroquc. It seems that can remember dimly of seeing such g man, or of hearing you mention him. Did you ever know hims"
 ''Ycs," said she, faintly.. ''He-Le was g great friend of your fathers and saved his life ill the war, but I think you never saw him, as you were away at school during the
 "And l fancied tfat photograph to be his particularly OH account of those three dates which were so fata! to him."
 "It was simple coincidence"
 Are you sure, mother, that that is not 6 portrait of LaroquHa"
 "Do you suppose I would liea Why should I7 For what reasons I wrote those dates Suppose they were the three fatal epochs in Rogers life, for what reason would l have placed them there7 Answer me that" 'What have said has not common sense, admit" said he. Don't notice them other than preoccupations of mind disturbed and perplexed with presentiments of coming evil. ,
 "Raymond, you should not give way to those fears. You inflict great pain upon me 1 and am not very we'll. You ought to spare l me all strong emotions, my son. See what a state am in."