The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1904-12-07

tbh'N'' iSNOii'C VI hdEIG AhuDt-
ncttcs they say, and as rich as John
Dory Egod, I'd like the pattern of, the
coat he had on this morningp'
AS for the marquis. he took his hoa-
ors quietly, superbly. More than once
IL was reported that he had dined prt-
vately with the royal governor, but
he himself clearly thought It scarce
worth mentioning.
An interesting story of duel with
Captain Foy gained currency for O
time. The captain was sa.d TO have
wounded the marquis slightly by foul
means, but Foy wes absent much Of
the time on business for tine 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
too high.
Anne herself was never so beautiful,
never so brilliant. never go willfu!ly
captivating, as now, when 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.
"You are cruel to me, mademoiselle."
His voice was anxious, vibrating, long
ing.
"Why cruel, monsieur9"
"Ah, l need not tell you thatl" he
said, looking at her earnestly. "Is 1t
that I have failed? Am l not some
how what you would wish ina noble
man? Is there something lacking?'
She shook her head. "No, nov'
"Yet something is different. l have
searched so hard to find what 1t is. l
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 1t could
have been so always, us two, in the
forest-you were kinder and not so cold
to mer'
"MarQuis! There was Il splendor of
color in her face, bent sweet to him.
Her eyes, tinted and lustrous, were
gay beneath the warm glimmer of her
hair.
"Marqus!" repeated the young man,
flushing. 81 was not that to you In the
forest. ! 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
thinuc bnt I
have dreamed must be somewhere.
ask you only to be to me as you were
thcn-as you were that day when the
governor came back-when sat with
you OH the hillside. Can you forget,
'mademoscllc, that i am not just the
same that l was then?"
"You are so much more. Then did
not know who you were"
81 would the governor had not come"
he said. 81 would have remained to
you just the same as / had bcen-thc
same as when for one moment / held
you in the broken coach, and that mo-
mcnt when opened my eyes at Green
way Court and saw your FACET
Size felt her hands troubling, her
heart beating its way through her
bi'tS'. lllS NOlIc was WHY IoW as lie
went on:
"a man finds some time the one of
all the world he would not have cold
to him. Ne may never have seen her
her whom he has looked for ali his life
the woman in his heart! But he al
ways knows her when he hears her
speak! He can never know when or
whore that may be. 1t is ut the ball or
walking in the street or riding in a
coach. That day, mademoiselle-and
1t was before you knewI was Just
Nj. Armand, not the Marquis de la
Trouerie. / was not great then, but
just man-and unworthy!"
NO." she said, her tone tremulous;
mot unworthy. That night at tho
tavern in Wnchcster-that was the
bravest thing / had ever seen-the
noblest! Do you think anything, any
thing, could make me forget that2"
"And you would have come to mel
But now-but now"
She looked at him with 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 Nj. Armand, not the
marquis, who knet 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"
She turned to him look that was all
melting, all tenderness, all confusion of
impulses, a look that caught him and
held him spcllbound
You kissed me-" cried Armand in a
triumphant voice. "You kissed me! 1t
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 wa, quick, her eyes like
mist and fire.
'Do you love me% he breathed, q
sudden passion leaping in his voice
"Do you love mef" He caught her
close to him. The whole world turned
beneath her feet and the stars shook.
MY gold rose! Tell mel Is it sol"
She moved her head with mingled
gesture of pride, Of shame Of yielding,
Of assent. Then with a little cry, fright
ened yet joyful, she felt his arms, mas
terful, draw her close to him and stood
trembling, joyous, a. wave OF love en-
quilting her.
Answer me-" he said. 'crhe night
we sat In the rustic house ana tbs asIn