The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-12-08

knight of the old tower, comrade,
1t was a lie, she knew--and the Rohans
never lied. What was the use Of deceiv-
ing her; no matter what was in the lock-
et no matter whether he had forgotten
her or no, whether he were false or true,
she loved him.
II love you! love your she muir
INJURED. ~
1t was the truth at last. The gates were
open and the floods were out. She took
his head in her hands and bent low over
him. Why keep up the deception any
longer? And in any case he would not
see or hear, he would never know.
Il love you! 1 love you I love you!"
she said again and again.
He was dying, perhaps. Well, better
SO. He could never be anything to her;
those two had nothing in common but the
memory Of a past, and perhaps he had not
even that-that locket-but at least she
could love him-dead or alive-foreyer
She bent nearer to him. Her hair-how
he had praised it!-brushed his cheek; her
| eyes-how he had admired them!-gazed
into his own, ha1f-shut and dull
She drew still nearer. With growing
courage she kissed him. She laid her
lips softly upon his forehead. then shrank
back affrlghted at what she had done. A
burning flush suffused her cheek again
Aghast she withdrew little from him and
forced herself to sit down. So she watched
MIN With eyes trimming, bosom .heaving
heart beating, and with words of prayer
and caress mingling in her soul.
Presently he stirred slightly and opened
his eyes, at first slowly, and then wider
While he stared about him in bewilder-
ment. AS she saw this evidence Of re-
turning life her heart bounded with hope,
but she shrank back farther in the shadow
lie must not see her. He must not know
lie could nOt-she was so changed and he
would never find out that they had met.
He could go back to the lady Of the locket.
In a little while he lifted his unwounded
arm and felt eagerly for the little case
hanging from the chain about his neck.
his expression Of anxiety gave place to
one of relief as he found it. All, she was
right, then! How she hated that pictured
woman, whoever she might be! sHe had
forgotten her. He should never know
she steeled her heart against him. closed
her lips, turned away her head, and made
no sound.
AS his eyes roamed about the room with
an expression Of vague wonder in them.
he did not at first see her. When he did
he recalled her face, but only as it had
bent over him in that momentary return
to consciousness on the doorstep, was it
moments. or hours or weeks, ago? He
stared at her in silence for moment and
then strove to rise. He fell back, how
ever. with the pain from the effort. A
sroan burst from his lips.
You are not to RISE she said quickly.
stepping over to the bed and laying her
hand upon him-how her heart responded
to this living touch-"you are to lie per
fectly quiet
She strove vainly to compose her voice
IN spite of her agitation. She clinched
her hand resolutely- determined not to be-
tray herself. She kept her head slightly
turned away. If he looked at her as of
DID,. II he pleaded with her. she felt that
she could not withstand him.
Yes she added, in response to the
look of inquiry in his face "you are in
quebec. soldier brought you. You fell
| at my door"
THE battle?" he whispered.
fortune was with you this time, mon
sleur, she answered sadly, land INV conn
| trymen were Defeated
THANK you, mademoiselle," replied
| Grafton, "but I must go.''
! But you are a prisoner. We still hold
the city,
but the trouble to you," snurnourod
GRAFTON, this trespass on your hospital
| ity-'
You are friend of Monsieur de vitre -
DE Vitre.'' he exclaimed. "Do Won
know him?'
Yes, he is prisoner in the Chateau St.
Louis now"
A prisoner?' he asked in weak aston
ishmcnt. why left him.
But you must not talk any more" she
SAID again "Ah, here is the dcctor!" she
cried as she heard steps on the stairs,
and the old surgeon, followed by Jean
| Renaud and Josette, entered the room
| The two servants recognized Grafton at
once, but Anne laid warning finger on
her lips and they kept silence ~. -,
Observation-Disclosures Have vol,
turned your house into a hospital?' cried
the doctor. WHO is the patient?'
- He hustled over to the. side of the bed
and looked keenly. at the young man be-
| fore him.
Where is the wound. Sir Englishman ?
All, IN the shoulder" His dcft hands were
busy with the bandages meanwhile "And
monsieur has been shot in the back"
Il was not running away, sir would
have you know!" protested Grafton, with
unusual vgor.
why. no, of course not" said the doc
| tor soothingly.
| L was captured by your cavalry, mon
sieur, and probably shot by a stray bullet
from our own line
"Quite so, and the bullet has made a.
nice hold clean through your shoulder. If
| you lie quiet for a few days a week or
| so, 1 think all will be we'll with YOU Now
the cut in the arm. All, it's not serious
| either!" :
The doctor skilfully rebandaged the
wounds after applying healing dressing.
| and then complimented mademoisele tor
the skill with which she had tied the orig
| inal bandages. Leaving some medicine to
keep down any Inflammation or fever.
and giving some directions as to the diet
of the NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. which were won
derfully simplified by a great scarcity Of
| food, for the town was practically in a.
state of starvation-the doctor prepared
| to leave.
Go be Continued Tomorrow