The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-12-20

Barred shutters fastened inside pre-
vented him from reaching the glass of the
window or the hangings within. He could
see nothing. Here was an unforeseen
obstacle. After all that he had gone
through was he to be stopped by shutter?
He stood moment thinking deeply and
yet seeing no way. Suddenly he remem-
bered that there were other windows on
the other sides Of the oriel. He stepped
quickly around to the other face, and by
happy chance found one open. The guild
ing light had come from it. The curtains
hanging before it were f1uttering in the air.
He drew aside a little and cautiously
looked in.
The room presented an entirely differ
ent appearance from his remembrance of
| 1t the night in which he had held Anne in
his arms there. Then it had been bare,
unfinished, empty: now thick luxurious
| rugs were stretched across the floor, in
viting touches and chairs, and several
| gilded tables were scattered around the
apartment. Rich hangings depended from
the wall. On one table by a vase of roses
| an elaborate candelabra displayed many
| lights. A spinet stood against the wall of
the room, a piece Of music lying upon it's
rack. , The whole room was filled with
| signs of woman's occupancy. What wo-
man? ..-. S'-=--s:-. -. ..--. =
| There was shawl over a chair shawl
he had seen Anne wear; work basket sat
upon low table, and in front, of it lay a
careless little slipper. He knew it's jew
| eled buckle. He longed to get to it. There
was no other foot in France-in the world,
even-for that dainty slipper but hers, he
thought fatuously In an instant he di-
vined that Anne had indeed come back
and had chosen to make this room her
boudoir. His heart gave a great leap as
| he thought of that association of ideas by
which she had been led to establish her
| 40 t.. At = a. H~~k L
| He would see her in a moment, perhaps.
| She might be in the adjoining room yon-
der. His heart beat louder than it had on
the tower wall. To enter the room seemed
almost sacrilege. Still, there was no
! other way. = =as.
Just as he was about to climb over the
| sill he heard footstep in the corridor out
side the room. For an instant he thought
it might be hers, but second thought I'M
| deceived him. He drew back, let the cur
tain fall, and waited with his eye COM
pretending the room through the corner
| Of the drapery. The door opened, the
hangings before it were lifted, and the
sturdy figure Of Josette appeared in the
| doorway. ..
''Well!' calculated the maid, as she
stepped into the room and stood looking
abaout her with her arms akimbo, tthat's
! done, at any rates: Mon Dieu! How beau.
tiful Mademoiselle Anne looked tonight
But how sad her heart: HelaS, JoSette,
/ she said as was dressing her, I care not
! how beautiful I am now And yet Mon.
sieur lie Cornte is gallant gentleman, no.
| bic and rich. God send me such Lover
some day. Poor Monsieur de Wire, how
sad he looks, too; and as for that English
I knight, Sir Grafton-well, It's he thai
n1ademoiselle loves; yet, for y him She
1 breaks her heart. Twas for him she al.
ways looked back. back, back, on tina:
4 hateful ship. Me, I like not the sea. I'm
4 glad It's not who have so many lovers
One will suit me, il i may choose. Tha
poor Englishman. Dame, If I had beer
4 he would have stolen her away willy.
nilly. She would have forgiven him,
know; love like hers forgives all. But nov
she will never see him again - p
I, Don't be too sure Of that, Josette,
!, whispered Grafton in her ear. n
/ Taking advantage of a moment whel
4 she had turned her back to the window b,
had slipped into the room and spproache,