Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-16

snow what to do or say, ''you see T-''
 You never were my really truly knight, were you?" she went on through her tears. You never cared anything for me; you were just anus . ing yourself, weren't you? Making fun of a foolish girl. Oh, monsieur. how could you? And now you are going to leave me!' Anne" he said at last, ''you are only little girl, and am a grown man.
 "Yes, remember I said you were old ; !. for knight, but you were all had!" : she walled.
 "But do you know he continued, < .t.iti wasn't all play after alI-not ex- actIy-and if I fingered there on the balconyif you saw me pause, it was because did not wish to leave you. Iris truly so. Dear little lady, little pIayfellow and comrade, am your knight and will be-
 .'And is there no other lady in En- gland or America? You said no once, but was it true?'
 ''It was true and 1t is true; there Is f where in the world, for me, except in this little corner of France, and if I hesitated about going away. 1t was for you, but don't you seer My duty II am an English offcer. My king is at war with yours. I must go back!'' I You love your country, monsieur. ] more than-but you do not love me at all, do you?" she asked piteously. l "Of course do," he answered promptly. q love you very much in- deed; you are the sweetest little girl 5. [ know
 I 'Oh, the marquis loves me that way, and Jean -Renaud, and Josette, and"
 Its different with me, you know. Not like that at all. You see, men do l their duty because, they ought to, and they love people because they have to. :"
 'Dosyou have to love me, Sir Philip?"
 'Yes, and am glad to. my dear little girl. I am afraid if I stay here any longer and you grow any older-'' .
 He hesitated :; was he actually about to propose to this child? He resumed, rather tamely, T had to go away. you see Now let me go, and some day lI will come back to you and
 Put me down, monsieur" she said graveIy, with one of those swift changes of mood which he had often noticed before .I insist upon it! There, you may go now, but you will never come back to me. I know it. You will be somebody. else's knight, and T-''
 Her little head dropped forward. He lifted his hand to her chin, turned her face upward and kissed her, and then. drew her nearer to his breast 1 as be might have done little sister. tYet it was not such kiss as brother
 might have given, nor was 1t a sister whose lips met his own. It was the first time he or any man had kissed
 her, save her grandfather, whose love
 did not express itself in frequent ca resses. She was but child, yet some
 thing thrilled and Ieaped in her heart
 at his touch, and there was faint \ ! echo of her feeling, a. brief response
 to her heart-throb, in his own breast But in al moment she broke from
 his arms--never again could he hold
 her so as before. She stood and looked
 at him from those glorious eyes ol hers. and time: in one swift moment
 in the meeting kiss, wiped out the diff
 ference in years between the two. His
 thoughts changed as he gazed upor
 her. A new idea came to him. Tn g
 few years she would have grownwhS
 not?
 .tMonsieur," she said at: last, and the
 change in her was evidenced by tho gravity and the added dignity of hel
 manner, you have kissed away the child am & woman; you cannot gc
 nov"
 Why not, MademoiseIle Anne? can love you-from a distance-for swear, child or not, love youand can come back"
 Love has nothing to do with this monsieur, now; I am French wo man You must not go; you shal not! You are a prisoner. The mar quis is absent. The castle is mine un til he returns. am the chatelaane could never look my grandfather 1T the face again if I allowed you to es cape"
 ''And how would you prevent 1t MademoiseIle Amer
 By standing in your way, so!,'' shc answered. stretching out her slender arms and barring the window with he slight figure "A feeble barrier, yol say; yet you were my knight lever though only in play-and [, at least do not forget 1t Gentlemen do no pass to freedom over the bodies O
 their ladies" she continued Quaintly "Ah!"'. he cried, looking at her witt
 mingled. pride and vexatfoh, ''I coulC brush you aside in moment" ? But you would not, Sir. Philip sh' ? went on, Iapsing into the old style ! of address. Besides, should scream ; and then-and you cannot go dowI
 those rocks at night. The danger it would kill me-the thought hurts , me here"
 , She laid her hand innocentIy upor
 her heart.
 "The baron of old did il" he an
 swered.
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