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

luSlTOuS platS-pure. cltar eyes anu
tender outlines of cheek ard brow.
Before her young man-her lover
handsome-and debonair. But what
did that creature mean that leered be-
hind the young mans back--the crea-
ture in the sem blance of man, but with
ugly, develish visage just touched with
the triumph Of assured successl
Who is it What is It'll
Beauchamp would fain have drawn
her on, but Marguerite fingered, fas-
He was forced to tell her the
story. 1t was Clothes Margaret, and
the young man was Faust, and the old
satyre was Mephistopheles, and-yss,
Faust was tempting Margaret
Our little Marguerite listened with
pain and wonder, She chung to Beau
champ, snivering.
"Take me away! Please take me
away!" she implored.
He took her out readily enough, ADD
the sweet ain and the sunshine cheered
her; and then to the Bots de Boulogne !;
and, by and by, the girl seemed to have
forgotten the picture and was as gay as
a lark. And then wandered all the
sunny afternoon under those grand old
oaks, and one guesses what innocent
happiness was in Marguerite's heart
And, by and by, when the shades
were falling, and there was no one near
to hear, Beauchamp took her in his
arms, and told her that he loved her.
Aud Marguerite clung to his neck, with
tears and kisses, and blessed him in
sl.ch terms that / think some stirring
of shame and remorse began in his
breast. For he put her away a little,
and said gravely:
"My dear, what is it that you think
I have asked of you9
Her, sweet, tender eyes met his and
slowly, as his meaning dawned on her,
the rose-tlnts faded from her soft
cheeks.
"What canI think? What could /
thinkln she faltered, "but that You
wanted me to be your wife ~
Let as 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 wife at home, he
told her; but he loved her-little Mar
guerite-and he would always be true
to her, and all her hard life was over
now, if she would cling to HIM.
"Ohl" she cried, writhing from his
arms, II know what the picture means
now. / am that poor Margaret, and
she looked behind her, as il she really
expected to see the fiend himself
g oh, You have broken my heart ;. she
sobbed, slipping down at his feet.
He was very patient, he was so sure
of ultimate success, and he could afford
to wait. He took her home, parted
from her ut the door with a kiss, and
left her. He sent her supper up to her
room that night, and d little note tell
ing her again of his undying love.
And the next morning he tapped at
her door No one came Again; but
all was 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 roll
llneaten; the chocolate cold IN the cup,
From that day the Latin Quarter
knew Marguerite no more. The kindly
SIN that had looked in upon her pretty
face as she set by her window at her
work, saw, soon, new face and figure.
Another ledger came a few papers and
odd trihes were saved for me by Victor,
and the rest of the poor furniture was
sold of to pay the rent.
Beauchamp fingered awhile, and
then departed. Perhaps he forgot her.
Perhaps he remembered her too well,
and was glad to shake off the haunting
association. .t..
The first day of October, l came
back, and a great PAIN smote my heart
at the black news. a little thread OF
hope was left, however, and with what
small clews | had | followed up the
search, 1t led me through various
poor lodging houses, and at last TO the
hospital. And here, standing IN the
long ward, asked Of 4 sanity sister of
Mercy for Marquette.
She pointed to a little white bed,
freshly made and clean. oh, Mar
gueite :" gE
"Only yesterday. She sank slowly.
/ think the hope Of seeing youkept her
here many days after the call came to
go.
| was too much overcome to speak.
- She never went back to the Quar-
tier, said the nurse, presently. She
was sorely tempted many times, when
work failed. and when she fell i'll. But,
She said, ~ loved him. There was
nothing else SO strong IN me as my love
could only keep away" Poor little
lamb ...
r.Aud her body tr u b
= Oh. said the sister, with look OF
distress. /" Monsieur knows. There
was no one TO clam her. Oh, mon
sieuri gtn
remembered, then, with cold hor-
ror. that it is custom, IN the hospitals
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