Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-14
PRICE TWO CENTS.

1 lost irrevocably, for yoo .san make her no re- paration whatever" At this point in ths discussion Robert I usually ended it by retreating and leaving l the floor to the doctor Such was the position of matters three days before the nocturnal scene in the com | missaire's office on the left bank of the Seine. when Luclen Telurque, passing the Cafe Riche about midnight, heard his name called from one of the little tables which line the l terrace and sidewalk in front of it. Hello there, doctor! Where are you going so late9 Wait a minute and I'll accompany you"
 It was Robert Berain, and, hastily shaking hands with his companion, he rose and Joined Telurque, who, in obedience to his request. had stopped and waited for him. Bsrain's face was flushed, his eyes red and feverish- his whole appearance, in short, that of man who had dined too well and passed an even- ing in debauchery. He was gnawing at the end of cigar, but without smoking it The first glance gave the doctor the secret of his condition; his face darkened and he even contemplated pretending professional engagement to rid himself of his companion. Robert, however, was in high spirits and ob. served nothing.
 "Ah, my dear boy" be cried, "what an evening have had"
 Lucien Telurque with a word-a single violent word-threw his crime in Roberts face
 "Hein! What" cried Berain, astounded and scarcely comprehending Telurque's epithet. He repeated 1t.
 "And when we meet in future |" he added. ''you will be kind enough not to speak to me, for know you not.''
 Are you jestingr
 "Jestinga No, I am not testing; hence forth and forever refuse to touch the hand of other than an honest 4an."
 And the doctor, at the moment in front of his former friends door, turned his back upon him and walked away. This was three nights before the scene in the oommissaire's office upon the bank of the Seine-three nights only.
 It was II o'clock when Lucien Teluroue. who had walked rapidly, still crumpling be- tween his fingers the wet and soiled paper taken from the suicides hand, reached the Cafe Riche He seemed to know intuitively that the one he sought would be there
 And Robert was there, sitting alone at a small table to one side. He stepped in front of him.
 Il wish to speak with you," hs said, briefly.
 At first the other showed little hesitancy, but the doctors frigid, cutting tone impressed and disquieted him.
 "An right" he answered "I will hear you"
 Telurque unfolded the paper he held in his fingers and placed it under his eyes.
 "Do you recognize itr he demanded.
 Robert, astounded and apprehensive-why he could not have told you-read it once, twice, thrice.
 And you, how did you como by itr' cried he at last in a sullen, angry voice.
 'Howf The young physician caught him roughly by the wrist and bent to his ear. 'Listen-you shall know" And he told him everything-all that he had divined, all that he knew.
 Crushed, humiliated, in consteruatiop, with drops of anguished sweat upon his low cred brow, Berain could only hear him and stammer with ashen lips:
 "Horrible! Horrible I swear to you I did not dream it-I swear it!"
 What would the result have been?" con- tinued Telurque inflexibly, ,, needless of his excuses, had another than myself been called by the commissaire, had this paper by chance come into the hands of the law! Think you that they could not have found youf My duty-you know it as we'll as lis to restore this paper and let justice take it's coursen-
 But, Lucien, in the name of heaven and our old friendship'A-
 "Our friendship - do not speak of 1t, wretched man. It exists no longer, and if am or become your accompice it is from pity for your wife and children, who wi ut me would be the first victims of your COW. ardly act"
 As the doctor turned contemptuously upon his heel to leave him Robert made a final and supreme protestation.
 ''1t is the last, the very lastr' he cried; "I swear it, Lucien, swear it-believe meI,- Translated from the French for the New York Mercury by E. c. Waggoner.