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

ranged that was to rend for her some
day, if she should be left alone in the
world-and she was to set up her flower
making in New York.
BY and by the sweet days grew
longer and sweetcr; and not only by
Marguerite's pot of mignouette, but by
n thousand signs in earth and sky, we
knew that the gracious summer was
about to visit the earth with blessing.
| had made hard winter of it work
ing ut my professional studies, aud was
tired and worn. So, as the summer
drew nigh, entered into an alliance
with a big, blond-haired Teuton, who
lived on the next floor, for the purpose
of u pedestrian tour through the Ber.
nese Oborland. | was to be gone three
months. Tears came to Margucrite's
eyes when | told her. Nevertheless,
when, on the morning Of our departure,
L ran in to bid her good by, she was ii
little paler than usual but quite cheer
full
"Take good care Of your hoart, little
Marguerite J" [ said, playfully.
"Monsicur :" with demure smile. "It
takes care OF itself"
oh But l am afraid of the new
stranger. He looked at YOU twice
yesterday, and when you sang the
Marscillaise, he stood in the vcstibule
to listen"
She laughed softly, and the faint piuk
tinged her checks. | badeth old mother
good.by, aud got courtly French
blessing these people were we'll
born and rcfined-and then, as the voice
Of the garcon sang out for me- [ looked
clown into Marguerite's face, from
whence all the color had fed now, and
saw her dear, beautiful eyes swimming
in tears. took her in my arms, kissed
her tendcrly, and ran away, n 1t daring
to look behind me- For tie little crca
ture had grown areund my heart la the
most wonderful way. -
As we gathered up our traps, Ludwig
.eonsoleI me
"Marsuerite will solace herself with
tho new English gentleman. You'll
find the bloom all gone from your white
flower, when you return"
Ee meant no harm, but could have
cursed him for the evil prophecy.
As we went out at the d ,or. we
passed the new English gentleman,
standing near the entrance, lcisurely
smoking lns after breakfast cigar His
name, / had lcari ed, was Guy Beau
champ. Probably he was, OF one side
or the other, OF French descent. He
had that illimitable air of polish about
him which marks the menbers of the
most refined nation in the world"
AS he lifted his hat and courteously
wished us bon voyage, it struck me that
he might prove ali easy conqueror OF any
woman's hoalt. For a moment | .elt i,
real fear for little Marguerite, but Lud
wig hurried me ON So eiicctually that
she was for the nonce put cut OF my
head. That night | slept a hundred
miles from the Latin Quarter, aud the
next day our novel Swiss experience
began.
Up to this point have written of
Marguerite from my own personal know
ledge; but from this, what remains OF
her history is made up from fragment,
of her papers, and the narration of tn
old woman who kept the crem mrie oppo
sita
1t seems that Guy Beauchamp, seeing
the fair, innocent beauty of the young
girl, longcd for her with that strange
pervcrsity Of the human mind which
nobody can explain. a hundred poor
girls of easy virtue passed him every
day, but lie was Indifferent to then. 1t
was Marguerite whom he desired.
\ first the girl was shy oil him. He
could put on the airs of grand sicg
neur, it seemed, aud perhaps the clild
was afraid Of him. Then suddenly her
mother fell rcartuily ill This continu.
ed during four long weeks of the hot,
weary summer. No more making mock
lilies aud roses now. Marguerite stood
all day in the small, sitting room, trying
to ease the poo. invalid. There came
to her, flowers, fruits, an easy chair,
delicate wines. Marguerite knew who
sent them, and her heart grew tender
toward him. lIer mother died, and the
poor child paid her last france to secure
her beloved from tbn onnn,o,, ,,