Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-11-11
Stood In the way OF any future rela-
tionship whatever between them.


come to the rescue Of de Vitre! How
nobly he had stood forth in the hall
a moment since! o God, 1t was true!
She had betrayed herself; the world
would know that she had given away
her love to this English officer-an
enemy. She felt and saw the pointing
fingers Of her society; she heard the
words "TraitressI Traitress!" In the
air. She would not, she could not!
Yet, how he had looked at her when
he clutched her dress with that fevered
question, "Are you In love with Mon
sieur de Vitre?" She was afraid OF
herself. II he should recognize her
and plead with her could she resist
him? No, she feared not, she was sure
she could not. She loved him too well
to do so. OF that point she was abb
solutely certain, and Of another fact
consequent upon the first, as we'll. She
did not love Denis de Vitre. She ad-
mired him-but love, no. And yet here
was a safeguard. Bethrothed to him
she could better struggle against the
pleadings of her heart. She did not
yet realize what her long dormant
feelings toward Philip would be, or
how powerful q hold he was to have
upon her.
Monsieur de Vitre," she exclaimed,
clearly enough to be heard by all the
room, "you forget yourself! How could
love this stranger, an enemy OF
France? You are not yourself; these
trials have bewildered you, and have
but one answer to your charge. You
have asked me again and again to
to-in short, monsieur, are you still"
"Mademoiselle de Rohan!" cried de
vitre, clasping her hand, 'is twill
YOU"
Monsieur, I esteem you, regard
you, I admire you. am willing, with
the consent of my grandfather the mar
ouis-to-be-"
Monsieur de Ramesay," cried de
Vitre, turning to the little group, who
had been regarding the couple intent
ly, "Mademoiselle de Rohan makes me
the happiest of men! She deigns to
honor me by promising me her hand"
Look to your English friend, Mon
sieur de Vitre." promptly answered the
governor, "and quickly!"
"Maledictions upon mel" cried de
vitre, kneeling beside the two SER
wants. "A surgeon, quick!"
The physician, who had been previ-
ously summoned, was speedily forth
coming, and under his ministrations
the flow of blood was staunched and
Grafton presently opened his eyes
again.
my friend" cried de Vitre, as Graf
ton recovered consciousness, what
can say? What can I do to repay
you2-on- the ship yonder you saved
my life. A moment since, in this hall,
you saved my honor, and I believe
it is to you I owe my greatest happi-
ness"
"And what is that?" whispered Graf
ton.
"Mademoiselle has consented to do
me the honor Of becoming my wife. "
"Ah!" exclaimed Grafton, as II
stricken again.
What Is it, what Is it," cried the
Frenchman, what can. do?"
."You might have let me die, de Yitre.
But there. tits nothing. Take me
hence"
where will you be taken, mon
sieur?" asked the governor.
"He shall 60 back to my house" in
terrupted Anne, whence he came.
And you, Monsieur de Vitre. will &C
company"
"Your pardon, mademoiselle," said
de Ramesay, 'T believe Monsieur de
Vitre to be innocent of all the charges
that have been made against him, but
my duty compels me to detain him IN
the castle until can communicate
with the English. One of my aides will
accompany you home"
otis useless, sir. I have here q
faithful guard. If you will have some
of your soldiers bring litter to carry
Monsieur Grafton, it will be enough"
Watch over him we'll, mademoi-
selle!" cried de Vitre, as the soldiers
bore him from the room. "I owe him
much-everything!"
Trust me, monsieur" replied the
young girl. Monsieur lie Governor,
Lieutenant de Vitre, gentlemen, I bid
you adieu!"
With a sweeping courtesy she left
the room.
Attended by Josette and guarded by
Jean-Renaud, with brimming eyes and
a leaden heart in her bosom, she
walked by the litter as the soldiers
bore it through the street. With down
cast head she moved, yet no movement
of her wounded charge escaped her.
Grafton lay on the stretcher with his
eyes closed. Once, as the bearers
stumbled, he opened them with a sharp
exclamation of pain. Instantly she
bent over him. AS her gaze fell upon
his face he slowly turned his head
away, as if the sight were too much fol
him and he could not bear to look upon
her.
care you in paih, monsieur"
"Ah, Mademoiselle de Couedic!" he
answered, 'such pain as I trust you
may never know"
"Why did you turn your head from
me?"
"Mademoiselle," he answered softly
still not looking at her, 81 am thinking
of some pregnant words in an old book
which 1 had read to me when l was g
child"
"And those words, monsieur"
"'Thou shalt not covet.' You un-
derstand the English?" he whispered.