Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1872-07-17

WOflO-and Sne was 10 SeJ up heI hoW
er-makin@ i'll New York
BY and by the sweet days grew Ion
ger and sweeter, and not only by Mar
guerite's pot Of mignonette, but by {
thousand signs in earth and sky, we
knew that the gracious summer was
about 10 visit the earth with blessings
I had made q winter of it, working
at my professional studies, and I was
tired and worn. SO, as the summer
drew nigh, [ entered into an alliance
with a bic, blonde-haired Teuton, who
lived on the next floor, for the purpose
Of q pedestrian tour through the Ber
nese Oberland. I was TO be gone three
months. Tears came to Marguerite
eyes when [ told her. Nevertheless
when, on the morning OF our departure
I ran in to bid her ro2d-by, she WAS :
little paler than usual, but quite cheer
full
FFTake good care of your heart, little
Marguerite - I said playfully.
"Monsieur !" with demure smile.
&C 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
seillaise he stood i'll the vestibule to
listen "
She laughed softly, and the faint
pink tinged her checks [ babe the
old mother good-by, and got courtly
French blessing-for these people were
welI-bred and refined-and then, as the
voice Of the garcon sang out for me- |
now looked into Marguerite'S face,
from whence all the color had fled now,
and saw her dear little beautiful eyes
swimming III tears took her III my
arms, kissed her tenderly, and ran
away not daring to look behind me.
For the little creature had grown
around my heart i'll the most wonderful
way
As we gathered up our traps, Ludwis
consoled me.
" Marguerite will solace herself with
the English gentleman. You'll find
the bloom all gone from your white
flower when you return" He meant
no harm, but could have cursed hin
for the evil prophecy.
AS we went out of the door. we pass
ed the new English gentleman, stand
ing near the entrance, leisureiy smok
ing his after breakfast cigar. His name
| had learned, was Guy Beauchamp.-
Probably he was, on one side or other
of French descent. He had that in
imitable air of polish about him which
marks the members of " the most re
fined nation in the world"
AS he lifted his hat and cOutteuusly
wished lis bon voyage, it struck mt
that he might prove an easy conquerel
of any woman'S heart For moment
| felt a real fear for little Marguerite
but Ludwig hurried me on SO eflectually
that she was for the nonce put out O.
my head That night I slent hundred
miles from the Latin Quarter, and the
next day cur novel Swiss experience
began.
Up to this point [ have written oI
Marguerite from my own persona
knowledge; but from this, what remains
of her history is made up from frag
ments of her papers and the narration
of the old woman who kept the crem
elie opposite.
IT seems that Guy Beauchaip, see
ing the fair, innocent beauty of the
young girl, longed for her with tha
strange perversity of the human mimi
which nobody can explain. hundred
poor girls OF easy virtue passed hin
every day, but he was Indifferent &c
item. 1t was Marguerite whom he de
sired
At first the girl was shy of him y,
could put on the airs OF a grand seig
neur, 1t seemed, and perhaps the chilo
was afraid of him. Then suddenly hel
mother fell fearfuIly ILL., This contin-
ued daring four long weeks of the hot
weary summer. No more making ot
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
lcate wines. Marguerite knew who
sent them, and her heart grew tender
toward him. Her mother died, aii(
h the poor child paid her last frame to Sc
cure her beloved from the common
grave. Living may be cheap i'll Paris
/ but it is dreadfully expensive to die
/ When Marguerite came back from til,
funeral, she had not sou till she earn
/ ed it.
In this dire necessity her lover came
He was kind to her-nobody else In th
wide world was. He took her out into
the Tulleries, to the Bois de Bculogne
where the birds sang and the air wa
cool and sweet after that of the Latil
/ QUARTER 1t was summer, and Mar
guerite was young. The whole world
! full Of sensations. was before her. Sh
loved, too, and was beloved. Let IN,
/ do Beauchamp that Justice Why, ever
the chiffonniers turned to bless he
sweet beauty as she passed.
! One day he took her to the Louvre
Up and down the miles of picture
they walked, the happy girl Hushin;
and smiling. She was very lovely now
] they said-blOOming out under thes
sweet influences like a rose under th
suns kisses.
They paused once before q weir,
canvas, that somehow lured and held
good many eyes. An innocent youn;
! girl, with hair hanging down In broad
lustrous plats-pure, clear eyes ant
J tender outlines of cheek and brow
! Before her young man-her lover
/ handsOme-andd debonair. But wha
did that creature mean that leered be
hind the young mans back-the crea
ture III the semblance of man, but witt
ugly, develish visage just touched will
the triumph Of assured success2
Who is it2 What is it?
Beauchamp would fam have draw
her on, but Marguerite fingered, fas
cinated. He was forced to tell her til,
story. 1t was G@the's Margaret, an(
the young man was Faust, and the ole
satyre was Mephistopheles, and-yes
Faust was tempting Margaret!
Our little Marguerite listened Will
pain and wonder. She clung to Beau
champ, sniyering.
"Take me away! Please take nj
away !" she implored.
He took her out readily enough, anC
the sweet air and the sunshine cheere(
her and then to the Bois de Boulogne
and, by and by, the girl seemed to hay,
forgotten the picture and was as gay az
Il lark. And then wandered all The
sunny afternoon under those grand ole
oaks, and one guesses what innocen
happiness was i'll MargueIite's heart.
And, by and by, when the shades