Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1905-04-14

My emperor! my emperorl
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 ned.
But, Dear Therese, you ought to hear
the music; 1 have quite surprised myself.
Indeed, love is q grand thing; IT 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. l have told you there is a
| 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 a letter be-
fore now. You know he has to see them
all and arrange for their delivery. Well,
ne sent for Louise that day 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. I 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 I have written, He
is up in his chair to-day, the maid tells
me. / ioked Louise about him this morn
ing. and she began to cry at once, and
said her heart was not hers to give. me
sly thing! l 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 I will never tell her another
of my secrets. You are to answer quick
". sending your note by courier to the
Indian dockman at Elizabethport. adj
dressed Robin Adair. Box 40, St. Hiliere,
Canada. And the love of all to all. Adieu.
Your loving
LOUIsON.
P. s. Can YOU tell me. is the captain
of noble birth? I have never had any
doubt of it. he is so splendid.
1t filled me with a great happiness
and a bitter rang. was never in such
a conflict of emotion.
We'll" said Therese, "do you see
my trouble? Having shown you the
first letter, I had also to show you the
second. l fear l nave done wrong.
My soul"
BE blessed for the good t%idings," l
interrupted.
Thanks. I was going to say it ac-
cuses me. LOuison is a proud girl;
she must never know. She can never
know unless
"You tell her" said I, quickly. And
of course you will"
what do you mean" she asked.
THAT every secret that must not
be told is the same as published if
il"
"If WHAT"
"If-if it tells a pretty story with
some love in it," l said, with a quick
sense of caution. "Ah, ma'm'selle, do
I not know what has made your lips
so red?"
What may it be-"
"The attrition of many secrets
burning secrets l said, laughing.
"Mordieu! what charming impu-
dence!" she said, her large eyes glow
ing thoughtfully, with some look OF
surprise. you do not know me,
m'sieur. l have kept many secrets and
know the trick"
"Ah, then l shall ask Of you a great
favor" said THAT you keep my Sc
cret also, that you do not tell her OF
my love-"
She wheeled her horse with a merry
peal of laughter, hiding her face, now
red as her glove.
"It is too late" said she. 81 have
written her."
We rode on, laughing. In spite OF
the serious character of her words, l
fell a-quaking from crown to stirrup.
, I was now engaged to Louison, or as
! good as that, and, being a man OF
: honor. | must think no more of her
sister.
81 wrote her of your confession,
said she, for l knew it would make
her so happy; but, you know, did not
tell of-of the circumstances
' well, it will make it all the easier
l for me-" l said. "Ma'm'selle, l assure
you'll am not sorry"
t "And, my friend, you are lucky: she
is so magnificent"
Her face will be a study when
tell her"
THE s~plendor of it," said she.
"And the surprise" | added, laugh
ing.
"Ah, m'sieur, she will play her par'
S well. She is clever. That momen'
when the true love ONE and claims
her il is the sweetest in a woman'S
r life"
A thought came flying through my
k BRAIN with the sting of an arrow.
t "She must not be deceived. | have
8 not any noble blood in me. am only
l the son of a soldier-farmer and hav'
my fortune to make" said l, quickly
That is only a little folly" she an
swered, laughing. Whether o b'
9 rich or poor, prince or peasant, sh'
cares not a snap of her finger. Ciel'
is she not a republican, has she no
q money enough"