Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-03
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 "No!" she cried stormily, her breast rising and falling. "No! You presume upon danger into which fate thrust me without my wish. Why we have but ridden half league. I know not even your name! Who are you to speak thus to me?'
 "Whe am I?" repeated the young man slowly. the rich color dyeing his face. II am-only a Frenchman, mademoi4, selle, only man who gazed upon your face in crowd and whom-whoIn you asked to ride beside you in the coach"
 His tone had fallen. "Is 1t his fault, mademoiselle, if his custom is not the custom of your land, if he knows not, to repress, if he must say what he feelsT' He finished very low. "Is itN his fault that he cannot forget that your face hid itself upon his breast for one little moment here in the forest ?"
 She was alternately flushing and pal- ing, and her eyes were shining. You must not! You must notv' she cried out with softer voice.
 With the words she started walking rapidly hastening without glancfng at
 
 branches overhead parted; tine trees stood sparser. Just ahead leafy arch let in the fading sunlight and view of yellow stubble, and beyond this showed q broad gateway-twin brick pillars crested with martlets opening on a winding road to great house that looked a many windowed welcome.
 It sat snuggled in elms on a hill from whose crest a terraced lawn fell softly into the arms of the shining, twisted river-a southern home in it's high dayss it's dairy. meat house. ice house and granaries all dazzling white against, the blue and olive of sky and wood. Spacious offices stood to the left, ana wide negro quarters squatted at some distance behind it. Near by a tiny creele sparkled down to wash tangle of is- lands. From adjacent fields came the piping whistle of cartridges in grass.
 Just before the gateway the yeuhS mans voice caught her. For the sake of that one moment, mademoiselle,n he said huskily. She paused, looked back and held ouk her hand. He dropped upon one knee and touched his lips to her fingers.
 .I am glad owe my life to you," she said softly
 Gazing at him uncertainty an instant, she hesitated, then turned and ran rap idly up the winding drive. Her hound lifted his shag head from the columned porch and came leaping down to meet her. while his whine drew Nanny Ev-t aline peering from the kitchen door, her weather beaten face dilating into . I smile. "Lawd, dar come mammy's honey, chile safe an soun'" she cried to Mrs. | Tillotson, who came hastily to the steps and waved her hand at the girls futtering signal. Down, Sweetlips! Down. cried Anne as the hound leaped against her. She stopped, bethinking herself of the indenture She ran back to the gateway, but the young Frenchman was not to be seen.S As she stood peering into the pines the ' breeze went playing with some torn bits of paper scattered in the ruts. She picked I'D several fragments and strove 10 decipher them. (Which term the said bond servant faithfully shall serve does covenant with the said Louis Armand, holder" she read. Then she caught her breath and, for bearing to glance in the direction of the forest road, walked toward the anxious figure on the porch of the great house.
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