Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-08

and she smiled on him. So fair she was that he loved her to desperation anC could not rest nor sleep from thinking of her face. He travelled far and came by night beneath her window and sang songs to her, songs delicate and beauti full, in phrases that only his great love had taught him, and when he sang he touched the strings of his own heart The lady listened, and her tears fel down from the window in the palace wall. She was great lady and he the lowest of the land, and in the hopeless ness of his passion he sang that he was a prince of hostile country, WOO ing in attire of rags the darling te whose presence he might not rightly come. His were not like the songs e1 the gilded courtiers that focked her fathers gate. They were more noble and true, and his love climbed upon them as if on stairs of gold and drew her heart out to him over the sill. One night she slipped out to his arms in the darkness. Then he knelt on the yellow forest leaves and told her the truth and pleaded as excuse his great love. And he would have gone from her and left her to go back alone"
 What then?' demanded Anne.
 "She took his hand and kissed him and went away with him to his hut in the forest"
 Both were silent a moment.
 The vivid tints in the sky were pal ing The rivers silver dulled to mauve. The gloom, all luminous, seemed an impatient suitor stealing amorous upon the drowsy day. The day stirred, l glowed again and spread out tawny flood as woman drops her hair under some golden lamp to please a lovers whim.
 Think you,' he asked then very low, ''that such love might l" 1 "'Twas for love of her." she said softly.
 When he spoke again she felt thrill in his voice. v.5
 "Mademoiselle, suppose a man loves with love that fills all the sky; that for him there was but the one woman in the world. Suppose she found that he was not what she had thought him when she first loved him; that the idol she had W-orshiped was just clay. If | he stood mean and small before the | world-before her-but still loving her, l adoring her! If 1t were not a princess l going to hut in the forest, but a wo- man prideful and-and ashamed! Could l she still love him as before? Could she? Could she?' :. !. Her eyes could not meet his burning ones.
 Monsieur" she said, quivering, ''when woman loves, she will forgive anything-everythi the man she loves save"--
 She stopped. There was a muff1ed road.
 "Save whatw
 Save lack of love for her'' The hoof beats were coming nearer. She made a desperate effort to compose herself. He had bent toward her, so near she could smell the fragrance of hazel bushes in his hair.
 "Then it would not matter, she would not care!' he cried joyously. "He might be either the prince or the woodcutter, mademoiselle?"
 The last shaft of the sunlight stum- bled and tangled on her brow. Dark loomed near. Only gold brush was, laid lightly upon the middle distance.
 "If woman loved and was loved so naught else would count, not even-- even If he were despised by all the world-even''- Her lips were tremu- lous. She felt his hand on the bench beside her suddenly touch her own.
 There was a trampling behind them. Both turned to the porch, where Lord Fairfax stood leaning on Joe's arm to welcome the two riders who had just dismounted. The young man made an exclamation.
 Why" exclaimed Anne, "'tis the governor himself, returned from Fort Pittr'
 As they approached, the girl crimson ing with the memory of her night er- rand to the Winchester fort, the earl was bending bulkily over the hand of Mrs. Tillotson in the doorway.
 You honor my poor house with this visit" said the old man, beaming. Anne, you know his excellency."
 The governor bowed to her courtesy and set his eyes on the paier face of the figure at her side. First low chuckle began in his throat; then he slapped ms tQlgh.
 ''So that was how the land layv' he guffawed. Not content with quarrel ing with my soldiers, eh? And incogni- to yet, I'll be bound!' %
 The baron stool staring, and Anne looked a bit frightened.
 The governor reached thick arm and prodded the young man genially in the ribs.
 ''Sly dog eh?' he winked. "Tut, tut! Would you still deny us poor Virgin ians? Haith, then, come here! Ladies, my Lord Fairfax, it pleasures me to present to you M. le Marquis de Ia Trou- erie"
 CHAPTER X.
 9~GHE Marquis de la Trouerie was huge success. Wiliamsburg's wealth and beauty vied in en- G--J tertaining him, and no rout was complete without him. .......