Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1904-09-17

But that picture in the locket!'
Set your heart at ease, Anne. In
little while you shall know the mys-
terry of that
Il have no mysteries from you,
Philip"
"Nar shall l have from you, love.
"hen this poor story is told But tell
me, what is it you will do?"
u know not. My honor was
pledged to de Wire, although, with
my grandfather's refusal, that condi-
tlonal promise is broken, and l am
Tree there. My heart is given to you.
ana my grandfather plights me to de
hersalnt. What shall l do?"
Follow your heart, Anne; love is
the safest guide. Listen. have
rope here attached to the tower, can
lower you safely and easily down.
There, in little bay below, trusty
man and little boat are ready for us.
outside on the ocean my stout frigate
waits us. Come with me. In one day
we are in England, free, and we shall
| be married at once. Trust me as you
love me. will give up my commits
sion in the navy of England, if you
wish; we will go back to America,
and there, in your mothers land,
Anne, make home and happiness to-
gether."
Philip she cried, persuaded yet
resistant, "I-I cannot
He gently led her toward the win
dow. family protesting, feebly strug-
Cling. How masterful he was, this
wooer who would not be denied!
Could she resist him? Her will-ay,
but her heart, was traitor, and to
every plea he urged it beat yes, yes,
yes!
Mercy. Philip! De Wire! Mon
sieur de Kersaint! My grandfather
/ my country, my home! Pity me. Dc
not ask. | am weak before you.
cannot, and yet, If you say so, must!
Oh. look not sol"
"But you love me. Can you not
| trust yourself with me? Will you moi
/ give up all these things for me? Love
| is selfsh-yes, know it, but that
| S@AAhSS Ivy. L l1luoI uoh yOu w I'LL w
aside all of your life for me, and me
alone! Ilove you SO! Nay. you shall
You must! Comet"
He bent lower to her and poured
his soul into her own in burning
glances. She had fought good fight
she had struggled to keep her hear
and keep her faith. 1t was over.
II throw them all aside. Philip!'
she cried, the relief of the decision ap
parent in her joyous voice. And il
you will take me as l anu, l viii
! go with you to England, to America
to the end of the world, event"
But the sacrifice he asked with love-.
egotism, and which she was so willing
to make with loves altruism, was mo-
! to be.
Some one comes!" cried Josette il
great agitation, thrusting her heae
through the door. "Quick. hide your
self, monsieur, or you are LOST"
1t would be impossible for him t,
carry out his plan of lowering he
from the tower now; it would TAX
time, and they must be unhindered
60, so!" cried Anne, you will b
captured-killed!"
Without you! Neyer!" answere'
Grafton. you must conceal me-
But where?"
'There!" cried Josette. pointing tt
the countess bed chamber "'Tis tn
only place.
! She opened the door into the ad
joining room. Grafton, pressing kis
upon Anne's cold cheek, spran
through it and closed it after him
He felt himself safe in that peaceful
haven Of her maiden innocence, as
he had stepped into sanctuary, be
fore shrine. He remained standin
by the door, which he had left slight
ly ajar, SO that he could both see an
hear all that went on in the othe
room.
"Sit, mademoiselle, control your
self" cried Josette, as some on
tapped at the door.
/ Anne, trembling violently, san
down on the fauteuil turning her fac
from the light, and struggled resolute
~ lok SO1uPOSuIS, WAlle JOSStLS OpSAe
the door. Instantly young ma
dashed by her,
Monsieur de Vitre,' cried Anne
rising to her feet in naughty SUI
prise, "how dare you come to M
apartments unlimited, sir?"
'Mademoiselle," cried the French
man, 81 am so desperate could go any
where! l have sat silent too long
heard you engaged to Monsieur
Kersaint in the hall below, yet you
troth is plighted to me. Forgive m,
l am mad, crazy! To see you, t
love you, to have you promised to m,
and then to listen to this announce
ment tonight know not what
do You are mine. mademoiselle,. an
yet you have scarcely allowed me t
kiss your hand. Is this the fidelity {
a de Rohan? Your hand is promised
you were not free. He shall not hay
you. You are mine by every right!
stop, Monsieur de Wire! My wor
is-was-yours, and l had honestl
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