Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-08

worth mentioning.
 An interesting story of duel with | Captain Foy gained currency for a time. The captain was said to have wounded the marquis slightly by foul means, but Foy was absent much of the time on business for the governor, and the story was forgotten save for the passing glamour it cast upon the new favorite
 The nobleman's preference for the beauty of Williamsburg was soon per ceived, and very early Mrs. Byrd had begun to hint at broken hearts and the | folly of young girls who set their eyes l too high.
 Anne herself was never so beautiful, ! never so brilliant, never so willfully 1 captivating, as now, when a scarf of gayety hid the passion of many hearts fermenting.
 On an afternoon they two, Anne and Armand, walked slowly under the | pines that stretched down from the gateway of Gladden. Hall.
 Just before the martletted gateway he stopped.
 t"You are cruel to me, nademoiselle." His voice was anxious, vibrating, long, ing. .. N
 "Why cruel, monsieurT' "Ah, I need not tell you that!" he said, looking at her earnestly. 'Ts it that I have failed? Am I not some how what you would wish ina noble man? Is there something lacking?"
 She shook her head. "No, nov'
 "Yet something Is different. have searched so hard to find what it is. I have seen you at the routs and have danced with you, but you are not the same. At Greenway Court, there where the leaves were falling-I wish it could have been 50 always, us two, in the forest-you were kinder and not so cold to me!'
 '.Marquis.' There was splendor of color in her face, bent sweet to him. Her eyes, tinted and lustrous, were gay beneath the warm glimmer of her hair.
 "Marquis.'' repeated the young man, flushing. "I was not that to you in the forest. I found then that you were not like the ladies of my land, who know naught save grandeur and titles, but that you could be above such things, that you were such a one as have dreamed must be somewhere. ask you only to be to me as you were then-as you were that day when the governor came back-when sat with you on the hillside. Can you forget, mademoiselle, that I am not just, the same that I was thenY
 You are so much more. Then did not know who you were"
 'fI would the governor had not come" he said q would have remained to you just the same as I had been-the same as when for one moment held you in the broken coach, and that mo- ment when opened my eyes at Green way Court and saw your face!
 She felt her hands trembling, her heart beating it's way through her breast. His voice was very low as he went on:
 "A man finds some time the one of all the world he would not have cold to him. He may never have seen her. her whom he has looked for all his life the woman in his heart! But he al- ways knows her when he hears her speak! He can never know when or where that may be. It is at the ball or walking in the street or riding in a coach. That day, mademoiselle-and it was before you knew-I was just M. Armand, not the Marquis de Ia Trouerie. was not great then, but just man-and unworthy!'
 "No," she said, her tone tremulous; mot unworthy. That night at the tavern in Winchester-that was the bravest thing I had ever seen-the noblest! Do you think anything, any thing, could make me forget that?"
 And you would have come to me! But now-but now
 She looked at him with a little vi brant thrill of pride. How sweetly blind he was! "Now?" she asked.
 ''Now can only ask you to remem- Der that it was M. Armand, not the marquis, who knelt to you when you laid your hand on his head that night at Winchester, with the whippoorwill and the moonlight, and who told you what he is trying to tell you now, what he tried to tell you when you saw him lying at Greenway Court, only you would not listen.''
  melting, all tenderness, all confusion of impulses, look that caught him and held him spellbound.
 "You kissed me-" cried Armand in a triumphant voice. "You kissed me! It was not dream! Look in my eyes,"
 She looked at him, paling, feeling her hands imprisoned in his own. He laughed with low, fierce delight, for her breath was quick, her eyes like mist and fire. ...
 Do you love me?' he breathed, a sudden passion leaping in his voice. 'Do you love mel" He caught her close to him. The whole world turned beneath her feet. and the stars shook. My gold rose! Tell me! Is it sop
 She moved her head with a mingled gesture of pride, of shame of yielding, of assent. Then with little cry, fright ened yet joyful, she felt his arms, mas terful, draw her close to him and stood trembling, joyous, wave of love en- gulfing her.