The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1872-06-08

cool and sweet after that of the Latin
Quarter 1t was summer, and Mar
gucrite was young. The whole world,
full of sensations, wasfbefore her. She
loved, too, aud was beloved. Let me do
Beauchamp that justice. Why, even
the chitfonners turaed to bless her
sweet beauty as she passed.
One day he took her to the Louvre.
Up and down the miles of pictures they
walked, the happy sirl blushing and
smiling. She was very lovely now, they
said-3loomiug out ander these sweet
influences like rose under the suns
kisses.
They paused once before weird can
vass, that somehow lured aud held a
good many eyes. An innocent young
girl, with hair hanging down in broad
lustrous plaits-puro, clear eyes and
tender outings of cheek and brow.
Before her young man-sher lover
handsome-and debnhair So far Mar.
%ueritc could understand it. But what
did that creature mem that leered be-
hnd the young mars back--thc crea-
ture in the semblanceofa n man, but with
ugly, devlish visage just touched with
'hc triumph of assured success?
Who is it I? What is it?
Bcauchump would fin have drawn
her on, but Marguerite fingered, fas
cinated. He was t5rced to tell her the
story. 1t was Goe.he's Margaret, aud
the young man was Faust, aud the old
satyr was Mephistophcles, and--ycs,
Faust was tempting Margaret
Oar little Marguerite listened with
pain aud wonder. She clung to Beau
champ, shivering.
Take me away! Please take M
away :" she imrlorad.
He took her out, readily enough, aud
the sweet air and the sunshine cheered
her, and then to the Bois de Bouloyne !;
aud, by and by, the girl seemed to have
forgotten the picture and was as gay as
a lark. And they wandered all the
sunny afternoon sAicr those grand old
oaks, and ono gasfsas what inuoceht'
happiness was in Margucrit,'s heart.
And, by and by, Hhaa they shades
were falling, and thee was no one near
to hear, Beauchamp took her in his arms
aud told her that ha loved her And
Marguerite clung to his neck. with tears
and kisses, and blessed him in such terms
that think some strings Of shane and
remorsc began in his breast. For he put
her away little, aud said, sravely =
"My dear, what is it that you think
have asked for you?
Her sweet, tender eyes met his, and
slowly. as his meaning dawned on her,
the fHse-tints faded from her soft checks
"What can | think? What could |
think" she faltcred, ',hrt that you wan.
ted me to he youi wifi.
Let us hope he had the grace to bow
his head before those pure eyes But,
little by little, he pulled the fond illu
sion away. He had II wife at home, he
told her; but he loved her-little Mar
gueritc-aud he would always be true
to her and all her hard life was over now
if She would cling to HIM.
con-" she cried wrthin9 from his arm
III know what the picture means now.
| am that poor Margaret, and"-she
looked behind her, is il she really ex
pected to see the fcnd himself. ""Oh,
YOU have broken my heart" she sobbed
Slinnin" down at his feet.
He was very patient. he was Sc sure
OF ultimate success, aud he could afford
to wait. He took her home. parted from
her at the door with Il kiss, and left her.
lie sent her supper UP to her room that
night, and II note telling her again Of
his undying love.
And The next morning he tapped at
| her door. No one came. Again; but all
WIS silent as the grave Becoming
alarmed, he called Victor, and together
they forced the lock.
No Marguerite was there, The tray
stood untouched, the dainty white rollun-
eaten, and the chocolate cold in the cup.
FL Il Il, Il