Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-07-18

cent heart, 1t dIed there ana then. her
/ delicate cheeks flushed with a tender
rose.
"Oh, monsieur You never told
that. All, ciel But how beautiful
/ that is -
Dear heart She made me tell her
/ al! about our wooing, aud our hoped
for wedding and / believe the small
cottage where we expected to set mp
/ housekeeping was as visible to her
minds eye as to NINE.
We got on famously after the confer
ence. The old mother got better as the
warm spring came on, ana when L had
a slight illness, Marguerite was able to
come and sit IN my room, with herroses
and vlolets and daisies about her, and
chat as she worked We cot it all ar
ranged that I was to send for her some
day, if she should be left alone in the
world-and she was TO set up her flow
er-making in New York.
4 BY and by the sweet days grew lon
ger and sweeter, and not only by Mar
guerites pot Of mignonette, but by a
thousand signs in earth and sky, we
knew that the gracious summer was
about to visit the earth with blessings.
| had made winter of it, working
/ at my professional studies, and ! was
tired and worn. So, as the summer
drew nigh, / entered into an alliance
with a big, blonde-haired Teuton, who
lived on the next floor, for the purpose
of pedestrian tour through the Ber-
nese Overland / was to be gone three
months. Tears came to Marguerlte's
eyes when | told her. Nevertheless,
when, on the morning OF om departure,
/ | ran in to bid her good-by, she was
/ little paler than usual, but quite cheer
full.
"Take good care Of your heart, little
Marguerite !" | said playfuly.
Monsieur" with demure smile.
4" 1t takes care of itself"
ooh But / am afraid of the new
stranger He looked at you twice yes
terday, and when YOU sang the Mar
seilaise he stood in the yestibule to
listen
She laughed softly, and the FAINT
pink tinged her cheeks | babe the
old mother good-by, and got q courtly
French blessing--for these people were
well-bred and retined-and then, as the
voice of the garcon sang out for me. |
now looked into Marguerite's face,
from whence all the color had fed now,
rand saw her dear little beautiful eyes
swimming IN tears, / took her in my
arms, kissed her teuderly, ana ran
away not daring to look behind me.
For the little creature had grown
around my heart in the most wonderful
way.
As we gathered up our traps, Ludwig
consoled me. 80 IL
''Marguelite will solace herself with
! the Eaglish gentleman. You'll find
the bloom all gone from your white
flower when YOU return" He meant
no harm, but could have cursed him
for the evil prophecy.
As we went ont of the door. we pass
ed the new English gentleman, stand
ing near the entrance, leisurely smo6-
ing his after breakfast cigar. His name,
| had learned, was Guy Bepuchamp.-
Probably he was, ON ,one side or other,
of French descent. He had that in
imitnble air of polish about him which
marks the members OF d" the most re-
fined nation in the world "
As he lifted his hat and courteously
wished us bon voyage, it struck me
that he might prove an easy conquerer
OF any woman's heart. For a moment,
[ felt real fear for little Marguerite,
but Ludwig hurried me on SO etlectually
that she was for the nonce put out of
my head Tint night | slept a hundred
miles from the Latin QUARTER, and the
next day our novel Swiss experience
began.
Up to this point | have written of
/ Marguerite from my own personal
! knowledge; but from this, what remains
! of her history Is made up from irag.
meuts Of her papers and the narration
/ of the old woman who kept the crem-
erie opposite.
1t seems that Guy Beauchamp, see
ing the iIir, innocent beauty OF the
young girl, longed for her with that
strange perversity OF the human MUD
/ which nobody can explain 4 hundred
poor girls OF easy virtue passed hlm
every day, but he was indifferent to
item. 1t was Marguerite whom he de-
sired.
At first the girl was shy of him. He
could put on the airs of grand seig-
ueur, II seemed, and perhaps the child
was afraid of him Then suddenly her
mother iell feariullv i'll. Tais contln-
ued daring four long weeks of the hot,
weary summer. No more making of
mock lilies and roses now. Marguerite
stood all day in the small, sitting room,
trying to ease the poor invalid. There
came too flowers, fruits, easy chair. de-
licate wines Marguerite knew who
sent them, aud her heart grew teuder
toward him Her mother died, and
the poor child paid her last frame to Sc
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