The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-05-04

the morning OF the 18th he came to the
house and asked to see her.
She met him with distrust of both her.
self and him. He was pale and his eyes
showed that recently he had been suffer
ing.
"I have come, mademoiselle," he be-
gan at once, speaking in the manner Of
one who acts under the force of i'll sup
pressed emotion with the necessity Of
haste upon him, II have come to do
what cannot help doing, what l have
struggled not to do, but what cannot be
resisted. Mademoiselle. / love you" In
the old lSnightly style he went down upon
his knee, his sword clanking against the
floor. 81 adore you, and must tell you
so. What word have you for me, made
moiselle? Speak and let me live or die. !"
Pauline could not command herself.
She sat silent, the stupor of an over
whelming embarrassment upon her.
81 have tried to stay away from you"
he went on, shut have rot been able to
do it. You have filed my whole life;
can think of nothing but you. Oh, made
n1oiseile, mademoiselle, do not hate me,
do not spurn me when / love you SOP
81 do not hate you, do not spurn
YOU, Capt. Cortes.. she exclaimed, the
effort sending rich sympathetic timbre
into her voice. "You have been so noble
and so good--you have done SO much
for me"
His face took on look of hope and he
reached forth his hand to take hers.
In those days melodramatic things did
happen. The jarring thunder of a heavy
cannon rolled up from the bay and
shook the house from roof to founda-
ton. Another and another crash were
followed by the heavy pounding sound
Of falling round shot Cortes was too
good soldier not to respond instantly
to the summons of battle. In moment
he had sprung to his feet and was stand
ing in hearkening attitude. Like some
perfect actress in a tragedy, more than
like startled girl in real life, Pauline
sprang forward and flung out her arms
with cry more of joy than of terror.
s'They have comel They are herep
S1c eAc1Hl4Dtu. AhCy nave detdCAc0
the town."
Cortes did not hear her words; he saw
only her wondrously lovely face and her
arms outstretched toward him.
"Dariing!' he cried, and clasped her
close to his bosom.
Again, like the bursting of a thunder
storm, the cannons roared out their start
ling detonations. Trumpets we're sound
ing and in every direction arose the noise
and hustle of soldiery making ready foi
battle.
Cortes pressed one long kiss upon Pau
lines lips andrushed forth to do his duty,
leaving the dazed and trembling girl
standing in the middle of the room.
The fleet of the Compile de Champmes-
lin had sailed into the bay and was pour
ing broadside after broadside against the
slight works on the island, while at the
same time Bienville, at the head of 600
men, was Fastening by land to attack the
fort on the hill behind the town.
The Dona Hortense, very little excited
by an experience not in the least new to
her, came into the room and put her
motherly arms around Pauline. The
girl returned the caress with a fervor
born of the emotion that was making
wild tumult in her breast. To her every
cannon shot as it beloved and doomed
told sweet story of hope and love. She
fancied that it was Louis Doucets hand
that was firing every gun; she even i'm
agined that she could hear his voice,
vague and far, but clear and sweet above
the general din, calling to her to have
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