Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-07

executed: My turn comes next. Remember! Mathais Zuber.n
 From this time on Mathais zuber, or Luversan-no one knows which name really belonged to hlm-fostered bitter hatred for noger. He only had pierced his treacherous falslty, and through him the money for wnlch he had sold his soul was taken from hlm, and he left destitute when he had dreamed such golden, ambitious possibilities, and, after the war was over, he had con- stantly watched Roger in the hope of some aay getting his revenge; and now he was seeking an interview with Julia De Noirville to that very end.
 You wished to speak with me9'
 "Yes, madamen
 T am listening, said she uneasily, as some how the man terrified her.
 In few words, couched, however, in the most ceremoniously polite phraseology, he gave her to understand that he knew her secret regarding Roger, knew of the loan he had made her, and how Roger had broken of all his old relations with her. He made no secret that he hated Roger and wanted ven- geance, and he knew that Julia was only too anxious herself to be revenged. In vain she tried to deny. She was obliged to bow her head FtS
 "Well,' said she, 4but wait two or three ! does not succeed will join with youn Julia saw Roger and said:
 Roger, are you determined to break my heart? love you so much, Roger. No one can ever love you half as we'll o Roger, do not cast me off like this.
 He looked at her pityingly, but passed in silence on toward Lucien's room.
 Roger, listen. One last word If you force me, shall hate you, and you will have everything to fear from my hatred"
 Roger. saddened and grieved, retired with out one word Eight days later Julia, .her eyes flaming, said to Matthias Zuber: q give you full liberty; revenge us both!"
 He went to work first with Larouette, whom he knew, and it was through his advice that Larouette refused delay to Roger, and the same night Luversan, or Matthias Zuber, welt to Larouette's house to rob him. Zuber knew that he resembled Roger, and thought if in the day a mistake in their persons might be made, in the night it would be still easier, so he copied Rogers clothes, trusting to that to make the resemblance complete. He had not intended to kill Larouette, but during the old mans resistance his hat fell of, and so, not to be accused by the old man, who called his name, he had lost his coolness and shot him dead.
 On the night of this murder Roger, a prey to the most violent emotion, foreseeing noth- ing but ruin before him, felt as if he could not bear to see his wife, whose father had left him prosperous business, which he had im- periled by his desire to grow rich faster than the older man would have considered safe, and, though Henriette was gentle and loving, with such a cause for reproach might she not reproach him, and with justice? She was not strong, and the privations his bankruptcy would force upon her would be keenly felt, and Suzanne, his beautiful little girl, where would be the means to rear her and educate her according to her rare intelligences He could not face them while still under this un- certainty. At least let them have one more night of repose. So he wandered here and there ill the woods near his house. Following a narrow bridle path he wandered blipflly on, not knowing or caring where he went. He threw himself upon the ground, and the more he tried to think of way out of his troubles the deeper they seemed, until at last his heated brain could see no other way to es- cape her merited reproach and tue sorrow and disgrace of bankruptcy but by suicide, and filled with that idea he rose and stag gered along down to the edge of the river, where he stumbled and fell, his pis- going off by accident. His hat rolled down, and to stop it he put his foot upon it, and then as he gathered it up, all bent and dented, he laughed, as though the accident had happened to another and hs had seen it. The laugh, or the fall, or the pistol shot, had taken the desire for suicide, fer the moment, from his mind, and he said to him- self: Roger, be man. This is cowaI dly;" and he went directly home, and the rest we know, as regards what passed in that home
 When, the next morning, still prey to anxiety, Laronette's murder was not yet known, ke went direct to his apartment in Rue Nal ssherbes. In that little apartment, their winter residence. there were a few valuable works of art, and Roger thought of selling them to assist him out of his difficulties He was arranging this plan when the con- cierge came up with letter and package, which he said beautiful lady had left there for him few minutes ago.
 One glance at the fine and delicate writing showed him from whence it came, and the letter bore the same perfume he knew so we'll He made an angry movement, yet opened the letter, which read:
 "One who knows of your trouble, and whom you saved at another time, wishes to aid you now in paying you back. You will find in the package 100000 francs. This is that persons revenge"
 " lUu d GI0ulUlIuS uduu uO UIOh0 tl0 Scttl OA the package, and he found he was not dream ing; the money was there. It was thus nobly Julia revenged herself. Roger, in spite of the joy at his deliverance, felt his fault weigh still more heavily on his heart
 He burned the letter and put the money in his pocket and hastened to his shops, where he gave the money to his cashier, and then with his heart frightened of the heaviest part of its load he tried anew to obtain the 5000 more that were necessary for his next days obliga- tions. But nowhere did he succeed. It seemed to him that an evil breath had spread abroad the report that he was about to fail So, as a last resource, when night fell, he went to the club. .Ns,>
 There one player seemed to set himself dili gently to work to play against him.. Hc did not know him, yet there was faint idea in his mind that he had seen him somewhere, but he soon forgot that in the excitement of play The only other thing that attracted his attention was that his friend the Baron De Cey, entering the room, came up behind Luversan, for it was he, and tapped him on the shoulder, saying: "You, my dear Roger?" But Luversan turned and the baron saw his mistake and begged Luversan's par don, saying he had mistaken him for M. Laroque.
 "You are quite excusable, sir. have been taken for him before." 4
 Roger won, and as scon as he saw that he
 had gained wbath so needed, resolved not tc | ex~ i,se<Sf Al