Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-11

thread again in 1880, and follow Roger Ia. roque and his little girl, who eight years he. fore in stormy night left France for America.
 One day, quite unexpectedly, tall man. with wide shoulders, with hair and head white as snow, though he was not old enough to have had such Q mark of age aliehted from the train at station in the charming little valley town of Chevreuse. With him was beautiful young girl, whose age would be judged to be somewhere near 20, but who was in reality not yet IF. They were both strangers. and as such attracted consid- erable attention from the loungers about the station, who were equally struck by the beauty and distinction of the young girl and the peculiar appearance of the man. Not onl7 were his hair and beard white, but his face was horribly disfgured by what seemed scars from burn
 They walked toward Q villa which was for sale and examined it with view to it's pur- chase, and in few days they were installed there as the owners
 As is usual in small villages, the people of this charming valley soon found out all about their new neighbor, who had bought the White House, as the villa was called, and they told each other that he was Q rich Canadian who had come to France with his daughter. 111S udU1o WdS w AllttIu EOILcy, anO that OF the daughter Miss Suzanne Forney. Her mother was dead.
 When they wero settled in their new home NJ. Forney asked his daughter if she thought she should feel happy in her new home She replied:
 "Wherever you are am happy, and feel sure that we will both be happy here"
 The father bowed his head and looked tenderly at his daughter, stifing sigh. As the reader will have divined, this father and child were the same who had fled from France on that dreary night. Roger Laroque and Suzanne.
 When Roger had left Franco for the second time, and as n fugitive from justice, carrying his precious burden he took passage for New York, where he stayed but short time and then went to Canada, where he went to work in a machine shop with sort of avidity, hoping to regain fortune and return to France with the one pur pose of discovering the mystery of the drama of the Vile d'Avray.
 Such energetic and intelligent labor was bound to achieve it's result, and one after an other Roger made three important inventions in the making and management of steel. He returned to New York, and he succeeded with his inventions beyond his most sanguine hopes, md he found himself in the possession of a reasonable fortune, with every reason to believe that it would grow and multiply into more than he should ever need.
 While here Roger met with an accident, which disfgured him so greatly that he felt almost as if it were special providence He had rushed to assist in saving some people whose escape from a burning building was cut off, and, after having brought them down to the street ill safety, burning timber fell, ek, l,s, lofk krsl e. burning it so that the scar which remained almost destroyed the entire symmetry and color of that side of his face.
 He moved away from that place and again returned to New York, only now he bore the namo of William Forney, and Suzanne in few years seemed to forget that she had ever had another name But did she really for gets Roger felt sure she had, for during these whole ten years she had never made the slightest mention, nor given one look that might give rise to suspicion that she re- membered. So Rogers mind was easy on that score.
 One day Roger said to her quite unexpect- edly:
 Suzanne, we are going to leave New York and go to Paris, place you know nothing of. What do you saya"
 II shall like to go whenever you do, father; no matter where it is."
 She said that calmly. and nothing in her face showed hidden thought, yet, after Roger had gone out, her face saddened, and a retrospective look came into the depths of her lovely violet eyes.
 They reached Paris, and Roger went boldly about, knowing himself unrecognizable, and on @ solid footing as far as his identity was concerned. He was received as rich Ameri- can Canadian who had made his fortune by inventions relating to steel.
 Roger went everywhere, and no one knew him. He passed the very judges who had questioned him, he went to the concierge of his old apartment where Julia had left the fatal money, and where he had lived so long, but the concierge answered his trifling ques- tions as if to astranger. He went to his old fac tory. No one knew him. His uncle, Ber- nardit, had sold the factory just before his death, which took place some two years be- fore, and Rogers heart drew him toward the old place. It was the hour for dinner, and the workmen filed past him, but though they looked curiously at the man standing there, ! none of them knew him, though he could have called them nearly all by name.
 This and the regret caused by the death of old M Bernardit and his wife saddened Roger greatly. This noble and kind old | couple had invented story about having put Suzanne in convent school, and the neighbors never questioned it's truth. So everything conspired to aid Roger in his new life.
 One day Roger told Suzanne to not feel | uneasy if he was not home as early as usual, that he wished to look at some coun- try houses and might be detained. This was l while they were still at the Hotel Scribe 1 The truth was that he wished to wait until 1 night fell and go to Vile d'Avray and kneel l by poor Henriette's grave, which he had never seen, but which was holy ground to l him.
 l All tho late afternoon he wandered about the little village into the woods behind and beyond the house where he had lived. The house was closed and the beautiful garden had run to weeds. Desolation and neglect were marked upon the place, and Roger could not bear tue sight of his once charm ing homo thus gone to decay. He wandered to tho edge of the town to the little grave yard, but until night fell he dared not go to 1 the tomb he searched. The moon rose and by it's light ho discovered a grave surrounded by an iron grating, and on the marble cross, hidden by weeds that grew rank over the | poor martyr beneath, he found the name of his wife. He sank down and laying Lss face on the cold damp grass vept for his young