The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-12-09

goes out one night, saying he is not coming back. He is a scoundrel, but he did not mean any harm. But when he comes back she is gone. She hides herself in that little stone house by the river at Montigny-sur-Loing. He Is not able to find her. He does not know that there is a little baby. He does not know even that she is dead.
 "One day among the girls and young ladies at the Lycee Fenelon he came suddenly en visage with the same face. He asked tEe instructress, Who is this little Americaine?' and was told that her name was Miss Fullerton
 "At the Lycee Fenelonr' exclaimed Dora.
 Yes, my child; at the Lycee Fenelon I asked who you were. and was told you were Mile. Fullerton. You may not have noticed, but I was no longer able to talk. I am that scoundrel of whom I have been talking, but God has been very good to me-
 'Then you are my fatherT she said
 "One moment" said Professor Full. lerton. 'I couldn't doubt for a mo- ment, Vavin, but this is really so ex- haordinary. Why is it that you have never spoken of this to me before?"
 The old man shrugged his shoulders.
 "She thought you were her father" he said, "and you loved her. A man can only be really greatly selfish once I had learned something, Fullerton. which I fear you have only just learn. ed. As far as I knew, this girl was perfectly happy. 1t was not for me to intrude. There was no demand for fatherhood. and you seemed to be do ing your duty in that direction. You seemed to be atoning for your crime, and thought 1t but right that l should atone for mine''
 My crimeT exclaimed Fullerton.
 "Yes, your crime. You drove the mother of this girl away from you with your suggestion that she was frivolous and foolish. I drove her away from me with my suggestion that she was not wife when she was yet a mother'-
 Dora threw her arms about him and kissed him.
 'This is worth a great deal of suf fering to me, Fullerton, and believe me, my friends, have had some suf fering in my years. But this makes me very forgiving. I an almost on the point of forgiving even you, Miss Cornelia Fullerton"
 Cornelia came forward with her hand outstretched.
 "It is all right, Miss Fullerton" said vavin. 'The overworked conscience is never quite prepared for a surprise. Intimate association with the great AL mighty God has given them the in- stinct of provision"
 They were alone, these four-Vavin, Dora, Fullerton and Holcomb
 ."It is queer world," said Fullerton after Vavin had telephoned down that his daughter. Miss Dora Vavin, would have room that night at the hotel.
 '1t is queer world, my friend. You presume to teach in a college. I presume to write for the people of France, but both of us are aching all the time for some one to be simple with us, to teach us, Let this be a lesson to you," he said. turning to Hol- comb. "In ydur plays, my son. let us help them to look up."
 On the border of the forest of Fon- tainebleau, about three kilometers down from the historic town of Greg, Is Montigny-s -sur-Loing
 Years before M. Vavin had built little house on the very bank of the river, where in the afternoons he had his tea, and now he walked up and down between this summer house and