Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-01-31

[; TENED 1T ON HIS WAISTCoAT. z
She took a dainty letter from her
bosom, passing it to me.
My old passion flashed up as took
the perfumed sheets. felt my heart
quicken, my face burn with 1t. I was
to have good news at last Of those /
loved better than my life, those I had
not forgotten a moment in all the peril
of war. I saw the handwriting of
Louison and then a vision Of her-the
large eyes, the supple, splendid figure,
the queenly bearing. 1t read:-
My Dear Therese: At last they promise
TO return US to you on the 18th Of Octo-
ber. You are to send two men for us-not
more-to the head Of Eagle island, off
Ste. Roche, In the St. Lawrence, with
canoes, at ten o'clock in the evening of
that day. They will find lantern hang
ing on a tree at the place we are to meet
them. We may be delayed a little. but
they are to wait for us there. And, as
you love me, see that one is my brave
captain-I do not care about the other
who comes. First Of all wish to see my
emperor, my love. the tall, handsome and
gallant youngster who has won me.
What finish for this odd romance If he
only comes! And then I do wish to see
you, the count and the others. I read
your note with such q pleasure! You
are sure that he loves me? And that he
does not know that love him? do not
wish him to know, to suspect, until he
has asked me to be his queen-until he
has a right to know. Once he has my Sc
cret, love is robbed OF his best treasure.
Mon Dieu! l wish to tell him myself,
some time, II he ever has the courage to
take command Of me. / warn you,
Therese, II l think he knows-when see
him-I shall be cruel to him; shall make
him hate me. So you see / will not be
cheated of my wooing. and l know you
would not endanger my life's happiness
I have written q little song-for him
Well, some day shall sing it to him, and
will he not be glad to know could do it7
Here are the first lines to give you the
idea:
My emperor! my emperor!
Thy face Is fair to see:
Thy house is old, thy heart Is gold.
Oh, take command Of me!
o emperor! my emperor!
Thy sceptre Is Of God;
Through all my days I'll sing thy praise.
And tremble at thy nod.
But, Dear Therese, you ought to hear
the music; have quite surprised myself.
Indeed, love Is grand thing; 1t has made
me nobler and stronger. They really say
am not selfish any more. But / am
weary of waiting here, and so eager to
get home. You are in love, and you have
been through this counting of the hours.
We are very comfortable here, and they
let us go and come as we like inside the
high walls. have told you there Is
big. big grove and garden.
We saw nothing Of his lordship' for
weeks until three days ago, when they
brought him here wounded. That Is the
reason we could not send you letter be-
fore now. You know he has to see them
all and arrange for their delivery. Well,
he sent for Louise that daN he came.
She went to him badly frightened, poor
thing! as, indeed. we all were. He lay In
bed helpless, and wept when he saw her.
She came back crying, and would not tell
what he had said. l do think he loves
her very dearly, and somehow We are all
beginning to think better Of him. Surely
no one could be more courteous and GAL
liant Louise went to help nurse him
yesterday, dear, sweet little mother!
Then he told her the good news OF our
coming release, where your men would
meet US, and all as l have written. he
is up in his chair to-day, the maid tells
me. I joked Louise about him this morn
| ing, and she began to cry at once, ana
said her heart was not hers to give. The
sly thing! 1 wonder whom she, loves; but
she would say no more, and has had a
long face all day. She Is so stubborn! l
have sworn will never tell her another
of nv secrets. You are to answer quick
ly, sending your note by courier to the
Indian dockman at Elizabethport, ad-
dressed Robin Adair, Box 40. st. Hiliere,
Canada. And the love Of all to all. Adieu.
Your loving
LoUIsoN.
s. Can you tell me. is the captain
| of noble birth? have never had any
| doubt of It. he is so splendid.
II filled me with great happiness
and bitter rang. was never in such
conflict of emotion.
WELL" said Therese, "do you see
my trouble? Having shown you the
first letter, had also to show you the
second. 1 fear I have done wrong
My soul"