Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-11-08
Copyright, 1901, BY D. Appleton Co., New York.

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! I love you! 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 past, and perhaps
he had not even that-that locket-
but at least she could love-dead or
alive-forever. 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, half-shut and dull.
She drew still nearer. With a grow
ing courage she kissed him. She laid
her lips softly upon his forehead,
then shrank back affrighted at what
she had done. A burning flush suf-
fused her cheek again. Aghast she
withdrew little from him and forced
herself to sit down. So she watched
him with eyes brimming, bosom heav-
ing, 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 bewilderment. AS she saw this evil
dence of returning life her heart
bounded with hope, but she shrank
back farther in the shadow. He must
not see her. He must not know. He
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 un-
wounded arm and felt eagerly for the
little case hanging from the chain
about his neck. His expression Of anx-
iety gave place to one Of relief as he
found 1t. All, she was right, then!
How she hated that pictured woman,
whoever she might be! He had for
gotten 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
10 d;5 ho roo,Ilad how fooa hut onlu
as 1t had bent over him in that momen-
tary return to consciousness on the
doorstep, was 1t moments, or hours, or
weeks, ago? He stared at her in silence
for a moment and then strove to rise.
He fell back, however, with the pain
from the effort. A groan 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 perfectly quiet"
She strove vainly to compose her
voice in spite of her agitation. She
clinched her hand resolutely, deter
mined not to betray herself. She
kept her head slightly turned away.
II he looked at her as Of old, If 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. A soldier brought you.
You fell at my door,"
The battle?" he whispered.
Fortune was with you this time,
monsieur" she answered sadly, "and
my countrymen were defeated"
Thank you, mademoiselle," replied
Grafton, "but I must CO."
But you are prisoner. We still
hold the CITY,"
But the trouble to you," muir
INJURED Grafton, this trespass on your
hospitality"
"You are a friend of Monsieur de
Vitre."
DE Vitre!" he exclaimed. "Do you
know him."
Eyes, he is prisoner in the Chateau
St. Louis now"
"A prisoner?" he asked in weak as
itonishment. why, left him"
But you must not talk any more"
she said again. "Ah, here is the doc
tori" she cried, as she heard steps on
the stairs, and the old surgeon. fol-
lowed by Jean.Renaud and Josette,
entered the room. The two servants
recognized Grafton at once, but Anne
laid a warning finger on her lips and
they kept silence.
"What-what-ma Have
you turned your house into a hos
pital?" cried the doctor. Where Is
the patient?"
lie hustled over to the side Of the
bed and looked keenly at the young
man before him.
Where is the wound, Sir English
man? All, in the shoulder" His deft
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 vigor.
why, no, Of course mott" said the
doctor soothingly.
"T was captured by your cavalry
monsieur, and probably shot by stray
bullet from our own line"
Quite so, and the bullet has made
a nice hole clean through your shoul-
der. If you lie quiet for few days, a
week or so, think all will be well with
you. Now the cut in the arm. All
'tis not serious either!"
The doctor skillfully rebandaged the
wounds after applying healing dress
ing. and then complimented mademoi'
,oIlo for Tho ckill with which she haC