Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-02

glad, for, on my soul, I believed the fair girl had one more to her liking and was only playing for my scalp. And at last I had begun to know my
 own heart, or thought I had.
 Drl came over that evening with a letter from Gen. Brown. He desired me to report for duty next day or'two. "War-it is forever war; said Therese. when I told her at dinner. There is to be a coaching-party to- morrow, and we shall miss you, cap- tain"
 Can you not soon return?" said the baroness.
 T fear not" was my answer. "It is to be a long campaign" ''Oh, the war! When will 1t ever end?" said Louise, signing When we are all dead" said Louison. "Of loneliness?" said the old count, with smile.
 "No: of old age" said Louison. quickly.
 When the army goes into Canada it will go into trouble" said the Comte de Chaumont. speaking in French. We shall have to get you out of cap- tiv1ty, captain"
 Louise would rescue him." said her sister. She has influence there"
 Would pay my ransom?" in- quired, turning to her.
 With my life" said she, solemnly.
 Greater love hath no man than this" said the good Pere Joulin, smiling as the others laughed.
 And none has greater obligation" said Louise, blushing with embarrass- ment. Has he not brought us three out of captivity"
 Well, if I am taken" I said. "noth- ing can bring me back unless it be-"
 "A miracle?' the baroness prompted as I paused. '
 Yes even a resurrection" was my answer. 'I know what it means for man to be captured there these days" Louise sat beside me, and I saw what others failed to notice-her nap kin stop quickly on it's way to her lips, her hand tighten as it held the white linen. IL made me regretful of my thOughtless answer, but oddly happy for a moment. Then they all be- sought me for some adventure of those old days in the army. I told them the story of the wasps, and, when had finished, our baroness told of the trouble il led to--their capture and imprisonment.
 ''It was very strange" said she, in conclusion. That Englishman grew kinder every day we were there. until we began to feel at home" ! They were all mystfied, but I thought I could understand it. We had long evening of music, and I bade them all goodby before going to bed, for they were to be off early.
 Well, the morning came clear, and before I was out of bed I heard the coach horn, the merry laughter of ladies under my window, the prancins hoofs, and the crack of the whip as they all went away. It surprised me greatly to find Louise at the breakfast
  shall not try to say how much it pleased me. She was gowned in pink, a red rose at her bosom. I remember as if it were yesterday, the bright ness of her big eyes, the glow in her cheeks, the sweet dignity of her tall, fine figure when she rose and gave me her hand.
 "I did feel sorry, ma m selle, that l could not go: but now-now I am happy was my remark.
 "Oh captain, you are very gallant" said she, as We took seats. 'l was not in the mood for merrymaking. and tten, am reading book.
 "A book! May its covers be the gates of happiness" l answered
 "Eh bien! it is tale of love" said she.
 Of a man for a woman?" inquired.
 Of lady that loved two knights. md knew not which the better"
 "Is it possible and-and reasonable?" l inquired Tn tale things should go as-well, as God plans them"
 Quite possible" said she. flor in such a thing as love who knows what what may happen?"
 Except he have wide experience" I answered.
 And have Gods eyes" said she. Let me tell you. They were both hand some. brave. splendid. of course. but there was a difference: the one had a more perfect beauty of form and face, the other g nobler soul
 And which will she favor?' Alas. l have not read, and do not know her enough to judge" was the answer: but 1 shall hate her if she does not take him with the better soul"
 And why?" could hear my heart beating.
 Love is not love unless ii be-" She paused. thinking. "Dieu. from soul to scul." she added feelingly
 She was looking down white. tap cred finger stirring the red petals of the rose Then she spoke in a low. sweet tone that trembled with holy feeling and cut me like a sword of the spirit going 10 it's very hiIt in my soul.
 ''LCye looks to what is noble" said she. ''or 1t is vain-it is wicked: it fails: il dies in a day. like the rose. True love. that is forever
 What fl it b. hopeless" I whis- pered-
 "Ah, then i' is very bitter said ste. her voice diminishing It may kill the body. but-hut love does uoF