Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-15
CHAPTER VII.
IN rfTn OLD wATc11-rowBR.

IN THE OLD WATCK1-TOWNR.
 RATION did not ind the
 n time of his Imprisonment
 hang heavily on his hands.
 An only child, whose moth- CT, like Anne de Rohan's, had died in his infancy, he had been early sent to sea. He knew but little of family life. therefore, and even less of children. Through his connections and influence he was not without some acquaintance with the high life of the court of England--a somewhat unusual privi- lege for a young naval officer and lie easily moved In the first circles in Ame9ica when his duties permitted him rare visit there. Mingling in this good society he had acquired an ease and manner which, added to his native breeding and instinctiye dig nifty, enabled him to bear himself gracefully wherever he found himself --but he had no experience with young girls Of the age of the young coun- ktess..sFsssst SS K
 Fortunately his was sunny. lively disposition. full of laughter and hue nor. which made it not dinicult for. him to enter Into the spirit of the play In accordance with his new friends fancies- Ha had been attracted in some strange way to the little de Rohan from the first moment he had seen her-nay, from that morning hour when he had only heard her. in the garden and the romantic friendship which she had instituted between them. and upon which he had entered to please her and as a pastime for q prisoner, unconsciously assumed a per- maneTlt aspect
 He took part in the play with zest which surprised him, anc the moro he was thrown in contact with the strange and peculiar mind of the girl the more she interested him. She was singular mixture of the young and the old, the very childish and the very wise. She stood, as it were. poised halfway between the intel- Iectual level of Josette, her playmate, on the one hand. and of the courtiy old marquis, her preceptor and guide, on the other.
 St ) was too old to play at dolls, he thought, too young to play at love. And yet she had done the one and was doing the other, although the "ador- able Toto had been neglected of late for the more adorable Philip. Shrewd- ness, wit, and common sense mingled in equal measure with unbounded credulity and the most romantic imag- ination. And her iEnpetuosity and abandon were as evident as were her wisdom or her innocence.
 Grafton kissed the little brown hand so often that he rather grew to like 1t. Every day brought him a different love-token of some sort and q new and imaginary task to be achieved. But Mademofselle Anne at last Mrad of stimulation on--the most obstinate inn agination will weary in the end-and determined to endeavor to impart a touch of realism to the pretty game.
 One day. therefore, she took him into one of the rooms of the high tower, the keep or watch-tower, the oldest part of the chateau, which he had never visited before. There she told him tale of one of the ancient ladies of Rohan who had a lover who came from an alien and antagonlstic family, who gained access to her chamber by climbing in some strange way the wall or face of the towers until he reached the oriel window be- fore them. He was finally caught and killed by the lords of the house on the threshold of the very room in which they were standing. she said. and she wondered if Sir Philip could, or would, have done that thing.
 "Let us go to the window and look out, your little ladyship, and we, will see.' answered the pseudo knight gaily. "T am sailor can climb al- most anything that any one else can ascend