The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1904-09-05

by The door. VIM he had left slight
~ ajar. so thaYhe could both see ant
hear all thatfwent on in the Other
room.
"Sit. made{h oselle control your
self" cried lJosette, as some one
/ tapped at the doors
Anne, trembling violently, sank
down on the iauteuil, turning her face
from the light. and struggled resnIute-
ly for composure, while Josette opened
the door. Instantly young man
dashed by her
Monsieur dc Wire" cried Anne,
rising to her feet in naughty sur
prise, how dare You come to my
apartments unlimited, sir2"
Mademoiselie,' cried the French
man II am SO desperate could 80 any
whore! have sat silent too long /
heard YOU engaged to Monsieur de
Kersaint in theNhall below, yet your
troth Is plighted to me- Forgive me,
I am mad, crazy! TO see you. to-
love you, to have You promised to me,
and then to listen to this announce
ment tonight know not what /
do. You are mine, mademoiselle, and
yet yon have scarcely allowed me 10
kiss your hand. Is this the fidelity Of
a de Rohan? Your hand is promised.
you were not free. He shall not have
you. You are mine by every right"
stop Monsieur de Vitret My word
-was--yours. and | had honestly
meant to heep it, but do You not recall
that in the hall of the Chateau st.
Louis told YOU when | first permitted
you to consider yourself engaged to
me that it all depended up6n the mar
quis, a declaration sir, that repeated
in my own house in Quebec when You
were released frcm confinement. that
/ have said over and over again to
you in the ship? He would not hear
Of 1t, sir, even when We preached The !
subject tentatively IT'S impossible.
And there is one right, sir, that you
never had"
"And what is that, pray?"
q do not love you, sir, nor did I
ever pretend 10 do So"
cried the .Frenchman
Monsieur, you have no right to
question me"
Right? Are you not my promised
wife? But | remember Won told me
on loved no gentleman of France Is
here any one else? You blush. made
roiselle That Englshman? What a
hind fool | have been. But he has
10 more chance than /. De Kersaint
axes the prize Did you plight Capt
ration your troth, too? And | can
lot resent it, cam not kill him /
we him too much-life honor. | Waa
oirg to add-you. YoG!" She shiI-
red under the scorn in his voice. But
pity MIN, too, he went on. lie
epcnds on your love- and | on your
onor. The love OF d traitress, the
.onor of the Romans, mademoiseile! =
He laughed bitterly in a way not
God to hear. Suddenly his glance fell
pom the table by the window. There +
.as something there He stopped as
petriied with astonishment.
Whats that" he cried,
"Sir!" said Anne, furious with indig-
alton, and yet, in her heart, certain
ity for this unfortunate lover, as he
lade sudden dart past her. How =
are you? Retire from my apartments,
p"
II came in alone. mademoiselle, but
shall go out with the wearer of
lis" he exclaimed flercely. lifting a
nj from the table Whose head fits
lis chapeau. wonder-the marquic2
e Kersaints? Ha, tits laced-a naval
at, An English hat, madomoiselle.
'ho isahere?"
Grafton" murmured Anne in sur /
Use, taken off how guard.
He IS here, them" he cried jealous I
Where is he? lIon Deu, in that ;
,om. your chamber? Stand aside, r
Let me pass" II
Never" answered the girl resolute- Q
"You presume too much, sir. upoh q
Y forbearance. Leave my room in ;
antly!' II
Another second and Grafton had
oxen forth; a new sound checked
m, however. some one else was com
g. He listened once more.
who speaks thus roughly To the
,moiselle de Rohan?" said a deep,
rsh voice. as old Jean-Renaud en-
ed the room. Monsieur de Wire.
w dare YOU address my mistress in
Is wav? DID not hear the Countess
me beg you to retire. sir? Her VIII
law here. Monsieur will you go, or
-"
He stepped toward the young man
reaenipely, al his rough Breton
elity at the service Of HIS fair young
stress.
The marqusl" whispered Josettc
Iose acute ear had caught the tramp I
feet IN the hsll. whose glance had
her master "He is com -
-" IL,
I am LOST" said DO Vitrc. q
Nay" cried the qnicl-wiitcd maid. 1,
ep behind that screen yonder ana n
silent as you fear your life. They {,
ipect something. am sSre. oil. e.
at escape Is there fer u.s." r.
With feelings that can scarcely be- ?,