Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-11-04
Copyright 1901, By D. Appleton Co., New York.

lese of a few hours Of liberty, especial
ly as 1t was known that the inspiration
OF his escape was the most beautifui
woman in New France.
De Vitre had met with no opportun-
ity of escaping from the English lines
until the battle was Joined. He had
been compelled by the exigencies Of the
situation to point his gun at his own
countrymen, and though he took care
II was not loaded with ball, the mere
motion gave him exquisite anguish.
In the smoke and confusion OF the
battlefield, however, he at last found
occasion to mingle with the retreating
French. In the panic terror OF their
retreat no one in the crowding, push
ms mob paid any attention to him,
and he gained the city with the rest OF
the fugitives through the st. Louis
gate. Forcing his way through the
multitude he ran rapidly down the
street toward the place where dwelt
the object of his alteration. He found
her in the doorway Of her house,
bending over the PROSTATE form OF a
small man In the blue and white uni
form of the British navy.
Mademoiselle de Rohan!" he cried
in great surprise, stopping short at the
sight. what is the meaning OF this?'
The young woman looked up as he
called her name, rose to her feet as she
recognized him, and with an expression
OF withering scorn and contempt de-
liherately turned her back upon him.
For the moment the stranger was for
gotten. De Vitre gasped and turned
pale with establishment.
"Mademoiselle de Rohan!" he cried
again. do you not know me?'
81 know no one" she answered, half
turning toward him with the contempt
deepening upon her beautiful features
who. born in France, wears that uni.
form, which even you disgrace!"
Disgrace, mademoiselle!" ha cried
Strengthening himself up, his face
flushing. What mean you? Oh, this
-why-I-"
"Ry God!" exclaimed course, rough
voice at his side, "it's dc Vilre!"
The young Flenchman faced about
and saw himself confronted by q
grenadier OF the regiment La Sarre,
who had stopped and was looking
menacingly at him. He was followed
by three regular soldiers from the var
ious regiments and a sailor from
VauQuelin's squadron.
DE Vitre, the traitor!" cried an
other.
"He who piloted the English ships
up the river!" exclaimed the sailor.
THE man who betrayed New
e 'ahce!" shouted third.
The fleeing soldiery stopped and with
S veral gathered about the little group
in the doorway.
"Well, we are beaten now," remarked
the soldier who had first spoken, who
held the rank of a sergeant, but l
guess we can hold the town long
enough 10 hang you, monsieur. I saw
you in the English ranks when they
charged upon us-curse them! And
you brought up the ships"
Its lie, dastardly lie!" cried de
Vitre desperately. q"
What are you doing with that Eng
lish uniform on?" asked another, amid
murmurs of indignation from the
crowd, for the street was now blocked
with people.
De Vitre, seeing the hopelcssness OF
his situation, backed up against the
wall and instinctively felt for his
sword. Unfortunately for him he was
wearing private soldiers uniform,
and he had thrown away his gun in
that mad rush for the st. Louis gate.
He was alone, unarmed and helpless
before the mob.
Its fearful mistake!" he shouted.
"My friends, am innocent! I can ex-
plaini Hear mel"
His voice was drowned in yells and
execratons. The soldiers and people
had been so harried and wrought upon
by the defeat of the morning that
sinister desire for revenge on SONS
one was added to the tickle yet malev-
| olent passions so easily awakened in
the Gallo mob. They wanted scape-
goat, and here was one to hand.
"Mademoiselle," cried the unhappy
Frenchman, drawing himself up and
turning to the girl, who stood spell
bound before the appalling display !o
the fury and passion Of the people. 81
swear to you upon my honor that
II an innocent! Vive la nouvelle
France! Say that you believe me be-
fore am taken! On my soul l believe
this rabble intends to kill mel"
Anne de Rohan hesitated. Honesty
rang in the young mans voice, honor
looked out of his eyes-and love too
yet things looked suspicious.
well, will you come with US peace
ably, Or" interrupted the sergeant
with grim and menacing gesture.
lone moment, my friend" cried thu
young man lightly, having recovered
his coolness and having discovered the
folly of expostulation.
He looked appealingly at the young
woman.
II believe you," said Anne de Ro
han, suddenly extending her hand t
him. "Messeiurs," she cried, turning
to the crowd, Monsieur de Vitre give:
me his word of honor that"
"Oh, BAH" exclaimed the sergeant
"the honor of a traitor to the woman
he loves!"
LET us kill him where he stands!'
shouted one.
ITO the lantern with him!" roaret
another.
mo, my brave friends" said th'