Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-22

weeks, ago? He stared at her in silence for moment and then stroye to rise. He fell back, however, with the pain from the effort A groan burst from his lips. ,#f IKE s5
 You are not to rise," ! she said 5 quickly, stepping over to the bed and 5 laying her hand upon him-how her heart responded to. this living toueh- "you are to lie perfectly quiet"
 She stroye vainly to compose her voice in spite of her agitation. She. clinched her hand resolutely, deter mined not 5to, betray X herself She kept her head slightly turned away. E If he looked at her as of old, if he pleaded with her, she felt that she could not withstand him.
 Yes, she added. in response to the look of inquiry in his face, 4syou arc in Quebec. A soldier brought you. You fell at my door, 5-sa4 5f5 8
 ''The battle?" he whispered
 Fortune was with you this time. monsieur" she answered sadly, f'and my countrymen were defeated.ss ge8q{fs Thank you,T mademoiselle, replied } Grafton, but I must go. 's EEs Y MI x t'But you are "a prisoner We still hold the city.' .'ss.sssff5 ies8 5 But the trouble < to you, r mur-. muted Grafton, this trespass on your hospita Eity4~- ''s@ +8sa 4k5t 2 aff ssza F
 ,'rYou area friend of.FMousieur de- Vitre.' . < 1T. ssfss7.s 5g sts.De VitFe!' he acclaimed. ssDos you g know ahirn2 q q o1s&f9 sfs $-;ssk stGlaf 8a } s.'Yes, he is prisoner iii the Chateau St.HLoUis now.p eT5s af ea55sstas.sfssf Fa3Ei'f
 "A prisoner ?fss he asked in weak as-e. tonishment4 Why, I left him A-41' 3. t55s
 "But you must not talk any. more, she said again { t.Ahssf here isFthe sdoc- tor! :" she cried as she heard steps on the stairs, and the old surgeon, fol-I lowed by Jean-R Renaud and Josette, entered&thes room. yFhes two servants recognized Grafton lat once, tbut Anne { laid la warning hngerron her lips and k theys kept silence 5e e. a8fs.s
 seWhat-wfat- mad ademoiselle! Have you turned your house into a hog-s pital al??'sa a4scried the doctor. Where is the patient f54
 He hustled over to the side of the bed and looked keenly. at the young man before him. ,ss s Where. is the wound, Sir English man ~ An: in the shoulderi2 His deft hands were busy with the bandages meanwhile And monsieur has been shot in the backz"
 y''I was not running away,s sir ]. would have you know. 7 protested Grafton, with unusual vigor. as
 Why, no, of course noti said the doctor soothingly. x ''I was captured by your cavalry, monsielr, and probably 7sho by asstrayl bullet from our own line l@.
 "Quite so, and the bullet has made nice hole clean through your ghoul- s der. sT If youtlie quiet for a few days, a week or So, 1T think all will be well with you. Now the cut in the arm, Ah. 'tis mot serious either !' si33s.ss13
 The doctor slzil flI1y rebandaged the wounds after applying a healing dress ing3 and then mplimented mademoi- selle for the skill with which she had tied the original bandages. Leaving some medicine to keep down any fn- aammations or fever, and giving some directions as to the diet or tho invalid direct Ions which were wohderfnlly simpliaed by a great scarcity Of food for the town was practically in a state Tofl starvati tion~~the doctor pre- pared to leave. NO, no, rnademoiselle," he said, as she pressed him to remain, 'fT have nd time. The city is full of wounded and dying Every one is pressed into
 "can not De taken away, mon-
 sNo; no. On no account! You must lie quite still! II will look in on him tomorrow, mad demoiselle,' ' said the doctor, turning to leave the rooInss '.Adieu. 2 'e ss=5@S s3i
 :.Are you dissatisfed with your quarters, monsieur but you have not told me your name z asked Anne s' .. TT am. Philip Grafton, captain in his Brftannfc najesty's navy and you are. z .s. XIX s.@sa
 .'1 Alike de Couedic, monsieur, at your service #s Sue gave him a secondary title in her family, and one of her many bap- tismal names which he had never heard. t . x V.
 e4 An. you remind me!-but no--- Mademo oiselle de Couedic? Yet, 'tis a Breton name. Know you the family of de Rohan, mademoiselle? e?,'
 They come from Brest and Ffnis- terre, monsieur We are from Morbi- han, X. ''
 There was little silence in the room, and both were thinking of the B old chateau and that halcyon night. He looked again at her. Strange! Yet 1 1t could not be! De Couedic? He did j not know the name, and yet
 .t'.You. were. speaking of Monsieur de Vitre a moment since, mademo moiselle," finally said Grafton.
 She, noticed j his voice was vistbIy stronger under the doctors strength ening. cordial, and that he looked bet ter already, ..s ss4
 t'Yes, Monsieur Grafton, he was at my door when you fell. dressed in the uniform of your country He was rec aognized. 'Tis said that he piloted ths English ships up the river, betraying his country. The mob wanted to hang
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