The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-12-18

see tne Dhrk or trlnce GalltC0 lanQluE on the strand in front of the Gardens of Babylon. l recognized the master and servant. It was Feodor Feodoro- witch and his serf Jean. A few seconds later they disappeared in the protect ing shade of the century plants.
 turned and walked around the bou- levard of the court, my heart beating wildly. l seemed to see a form arise in n listening attitude from beneath the arch of the ruined chapel. I paused In the shadow cast by the gardeners tower and drew my revolver. Was it really human creature who stood there listening? It was the Lady in Black. The moon under the half ruin- ed arch showed me that she was as pale as death.
 Suddenly I perceived a shadow be- side the Lady In Black. and I recog- nized Darzac. From the corner where I was I could now hear all that they were saying. Now I thought no longer of Edith and her Prince Galitch- thought only of Larsan. Why? Why was it on account. of Larsan that I bent my ears so anxiously to hear all that went on between those two2 I
  had descended steaithfly from Ia Louve to be alone in the garden with her agony and that her husband had fol- lowed her. And she took his hands and said to him:
 'I know, dear-I know all your grief. You need not speak of it to me when I see you so changed, so wretched. accuse myself of being the cause of your sorrow. But do not tell me that I no longer love you. Oh, will love you dearly. Robert. just as I have al- ways done. I promise you"
 She pressed his hand and turned away, casting upon him a smile so sweet and yet so sorrowfrl that wondered how this woman could speak to a man of future happiness. She brushed past me without seeing me.
 Darzac remained standing in the same spot, looking after her. Sudden ly he said violently:
 "Yes, happiness must come! It mustr'
 My thought took form. As bebeld the gesture of defiance and rapture I dared to say to myself, If he should be Larsapr'
 
 answered with the cry, "This is Lar sanr'
 I was white with terror, and when I saw Darzac coming in my direction I could not refrain from a movement which revealed my presence while was trying to conceal it. He saw me and recognized me, and, grasping me by the arm. he exclaimed:
 "You were there. Sainclair-you were watching. We are all watching, my friend And you heard what she said. Her grief Is too great I can bear no more. We would have been so happy. She imagines that she is to be pur- sued by eternal punishment It was necessary for the frightful tragedy of last night to &rove to me that this woman did love me once. Yes, for one moment all her fears were for me, and I, alas, have blood on my hands only because of her. Now she has returned to her old indifference. She cares no longer. Her only desire is that the old man shall be kept in ignorance"
 He sighed SO sorrowfully and so sin cerely that the abominable idea which 1t had harbored fled from my mind. I thought only of what he was saying to me-of the sorrow of this man, who seemed to have lost completely the woman whom he loved in the moment when the woman had found a son of whose existence the husband contin- ued to be ignorant. In fact, he had in no way been able to understand the at- titude of the Lady in Black as regards the facility with which she had. de tached herself from him, and he found no explanation for this cruel metamor- phosis other than the love heightened by remorse of Professor Stangerson's daughter for her father.
 Then the frightful fancy that he was Larsan assailed me. and demanded:
 How did it happen that the sack was emptyl"
 He was not in the least taken aback. He replied simply:
 "Rouletabille must tell us that" Then he pressed my hand and wan dered away through the undergrowth of the garden. I looked after him and said to myself:
 "'I have gone madw
 Now he was standing erect upon the western boulevard, which looked like d pe0eStal Dtuedtu HIS Ieel- 1Ht rays of the moon enveloped him with a cold and mournful light. Is it you. Darzac, or your specter or the ghost of Larsan come back from the house of dead? I speak as though 1t were years since we had been locked up in the chateau, and 1t was now just four days.
 He began to walk again. was cer- tain no longer. There is something in his walk which is not Darzac's, some thing in which l seem to recognize Larsan, but what?
 He was almost upon me. He passed by. He had not seen me.
 ''It Is Larsan! I could swear that it was Larsanw
 But he paused for a second and gazed sorrowfully upon all nature slumbering around him-him whose suffering was in loneliness and soh- tude-andj a groan escaped his lips, nnha nnv aaul that ha