Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-24

saxu to deceive this woman, or ro evade the question.
 ''Ah! Carrying another woman's face over your heart and speaking love to mel"
 70 Anne!" he cried, there may be another woman in the locket, there is only yourself in my heart
 Whose picture is there?"
 T may not tell
 Monsieur will not tell?''
 May, I can not. 'Tis. honor seals my lips"
 He wished he had never given the promise so lightly uttered in the cabin of the Sutherland, but. being given, it must be faithfully kept
 "The honor of woman? ?" she asked. !
 tof a man, mademoiselle, of sol- dier, of a friend"
 Explain yourself, monsieur
 MademOiselle Anne, I can not, but I give you my word of honor as an English officer, the word of an Amer ican gentleman. your mothers land, mademoise1le, that the lady of the A11xACL Ak9 GO A4AGS IA1I 4 SAC446A the face of no woman except your own. Ever since those days when was held prisoner in the old chateau, since the. hour-do you recall it ?-when carried you in my arms and kissed you first, have loved you. I have thought and dreamed of you alone aaoong woman ] kind. When went away from France left my heart behind, You have had it--you have it now"
 "But the locket?'' she persisted, while the music of his words rang sweetly in the most secret chamber of her heart.
 Forget it."
 s'Take it of, them
 s.I can not
 Gan not? And yet she is nothing to you, you say?.
 Even so, yet that little thing I can not do. I have sworn never to part with it until''
 "Ah, monsieur!" she continued bit terly. turning away You see! What can ! believe2"
 Believe only that I love you; trust in my honor; you will laugh at this. we will laugh together, when I am able to tell you some day. Tn. the meantime have faith in me. Won't you trust me?" he continued, as she shook her head Twice might have died If 1t had not been for you Twice you have called me back to life. My life is yours, and yours is mine I will not be denied, ' He turned and stretched out his one uninjured hand. Come back If there is the faintest feeling of affection in your own heart, if you know what love is, you must 1 know 'tis here!"
 She hesitated, she A-Aoved nearer, ] hesitated again. He strove to rise, wrenched his arm, covered his eyes with his hand, stified g moan That decided her. He suffered, and she fled to him once again, little murmuring cry, an inarticulate caress on her lips.
 Oh, the ecstacy of that moment!
 We live long years for the emotions of an hour, the pleasure of a sec l ond. We waste lifetimes in solitary kisses, and the sum of dreams is gone I in single touch.
 Anne de Rohan was promised to de l Vitre. She meant to keep her promise l She was wildly, bitterly Jealous of the woman in the locket, too. in spite oi his assurances, although she really be lieved them, and she had never intended this. She knew she could never be anything to Grafton. Her reason, hel sense, told her that this was folly. bu the determination Of her mind wal abrogated by the feelings of her heart Perhaps because she knew there wa nothing beyond she gave way the more easily to her emotions. The flood gates were open again, the long-pent, up hoods were out once more. An this time there would be no confnins them again!
 She knelt beside that old bed, she slipped her fair, round young arm un, l derneath his neck and lavished caresses upon him. Her hands played with the curls upon his forehead. Her eyes looked love in his. her voice whispee6