The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-12-16
BOOK w.
Love Will Have It's Way.
CHAPTER xIx-contlnued.
The Play, the Stake, and Players.

The Play, the Stake, and Players.
This from the truthful de Rohan!'
ne murmured, coldly, but with breaking
heart. If you looked at me dying then
and perhaps dying now after that word
II you looked at me then as you look at me
this moment, there were no ground for
DC Wires suspicion. Is this your fidelity!
Co! fou have not-you do not love me. -
She buried her face in her hands be-
meath his stern, accusing gaze-his re-
proaches scared her heart She had not
told the truth to him. .-.@r
Go, mademoiselle!" he continued, pitt
lessly, ruthlessly, turning the weapon he
had thrust into her heart. 1.-THE other
nlght-does my imagination mock me, or
dld l dream Of heaven, of your kisses
were the lips that now betray those that
met my own? Was it that sweet head
that lay upon my breast? Was it all a
vision? Did I ever live for an hour with
you IN that old dark tower by the sea ?
was l indeed the knight of that gentle
child who wrapped herself around nv
heart: You weep, mademoiselle. Why i?
Happiness opens before you. You are
the betrothed of de Vitre-'' =" 90 $3.50
No more!" she cried, tearing her hands
from her face and springing toward him.
She seized his arm and unwounded Shout
DER with a grasp that was painful in it's
intensity. mo more! No moreI You
torture me beyond endurance! IT'S no
cream. love you, I adore you, nv
king, my king! What are country and
grandfather, and friends, and all the world
to me beside your >.,-s< 49,.
She bent her glorious head once more
and kissed him as she had kissed him in
the moonlight two nights before. Had he
won? This time he did not lose control of
hlmself She was living that moment in
the present, he could still, while sharing
her emotion, think Of the future. He
would strike at once. g.,
But de Vitre?' he exclaimed,
She drew herself away from him SLOWLY.
rose tremblingly to her feet, and looked
down upon him again.
You remind me-" she said, brokenly.
. OF my word, my duty. know not how it
is, she continued, why I am so weak
before you. Is it the strength of your
love or the strength of mine? But I
wlu be mistress Of myself. I can not
oreak my word I can not break my old
grandfathers heart. I can not dishonor
the name of my family. I am a de
Roman though but woman. will
not
Hear me, Anne!' cried Grafton
stretching out his hand to heaven, be
lore COO | swear you shall! You shall
break your word with de Vitre You shall
put aside your country! You shall cross
the Will OF your people! You are mine BY
prior right. will make you do it! You
shall be my wife,
How, monsieur. will you bring about
these things?' she cried, boldly. everv
nerve in her body thrilling and quiyering
IN passionate response to the imperious
affection in his words. what power have
you! What is it that will give YOU
strength?":t - <,0-'.@ 90 va 'oo
Inc power of love, Anne!' answered
Philip. when two love each other as we
love nothing can come between Them
ohe looked long and earnestly at him.
tie spoke the truth, and she knew
IT, yet with the stubbornness of
a man and the devotion of a woman she
chung to her negation. Presently. as he
SAID nothing further, she turned to leave
the ROOM
Watt! he cried from wher he lay ex-
hausted by his own feelings. Before Won
go. promise me that you will come again ?
Ihat each day you will let me see YOU at
least once?" -. - =, w ~
Il promise you, Sir Philip" she ans.
Wereo, put must have no more of this
indeed, can not stand it, Ills not
right, it COMFORTS not with my honor. You
must promise me, too. am pledged still
to Monsieur de .Vitre.'' -s..t-.r..-' :, -,
She was almost humble in her petition.
as If to say, you have the power. Won
know 1t, oh, abuse it not, if you indeed
love the woman who has given YOU her
heart =" Her appeal met with an immedi-
ate ana generous response from him
God bless you, Anne, for the SAVING
grace Of tina word tstill,H' he cried:r - q
promise you. I shall ask no kiss of Won
expect no caress from you. beg. no further
word OF love, until your engagement with
de Wire is broken" ~ = :
THAT will never be, monsieur" she said
sadly, yet taking heart and cherishing
nope from his bold assurance. eau
revoir."@, $50. - 4 - -. =.
With reluctant feet the girl turned and
lett the chamber. She sank down before
the prie-dieu in the room which she had
occupied since Grafton came, and poured
out her soul to the Mother of Sorrows in
appeals for pity and help. He loved her
OABlessed Virgin, and she loved him. How
masterful he was! He had sworn she would
De his wife. His wife, yet, plying Heaven
that other woman whose face he wore
breast in wild and jealous pain at The
tnought. Was it possible for girl to be
at the some time SO happy and miserable
Poor Denis de Vitre - .