Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1873-06-19

and ran sway, NOT daring to look k5be-
hind nae, for the little creature had
grown around my heart in the most
wonderful way.
AS we gathered up our traps, Lud-
= aMargaerits viii sgIaSe thesjslt
with the lnew. English gentleman.
You'll find the bloom all gone from
gours&hite flower when you re-
turn.
He meant no harm, but 1 could
have cursed him for the evil proph,
'ecy:
As we went out at the door, we
passed the new English gentleman
standing near the entrance, leisurely
smoking his after breakfast cigar,
His name, l had learned, was Guy
Beauohamp. Probably he was, one
side OF. the other, of French descent
He had that illimitable air OF pelisa
about him which, marks. the member
Eof "the most refined nation in the
world
AS he lifted his hat and courteously
wished US bon voyage, it struck me
that be might prove an easy conquer
or of any woman's heart. For a mo-
ment telt a real fear for little Mar
,guerite, but Ludwig hurried me on
so efectually that she was for the
nonce put out Of my head. That
night | slept a hundred miles from
the Latin Quarter, and the next
day our novelSwiss experience began.
Up to this point I have written OF
Marguerite from nay own personal
knowledge; but from this, what re-
mains Of her history is made up
from fragments Of ner papers, and
the narration Of the old woman who
kept the cremerie opposite.
1t seems that Guy Beauchanp, see?
ing the fair. innocent beauty of the
young girl, longed for her with that
strange perversity Of the human mind
which nobody oan explain. : a hun:
dred poor girls of easy virtue passed
him every day, but he was indiHer-
emit to them. 1t was Marguerite
whom he desired.
At first the girl was shy of him.
He could put on the airs Of a grand
seigneur, it seemed, and perhaps the
child was afraid of him. Then sud
denly her mother fell fearfully i'll.
This continued during four long weeks
Of the hot, weary summer. No more
making mock lilies and roses now.
Marguerite stood all day in the small
sitting room, trying to ease the poor
invalid. There came to her flowers,
fruits, an easy chair. delicate wines.
Marguerite knew who sent them, and
her heart grew tender toward him.
Her mother died, and the poor child
paid her last franc to secure her be-
loved from the common grave. Liv-
ing may be cheap in Paris. but it is
dreadfnlly expensive to die. When
Marguerite came back from the
funeral she had not sow till she
earned.it.
In this dire necessity her lover
came. He was kind to her-nobody
else in the wide world was. He took
her out into the Tuilleries, to the
Bois de Boulogne, where the birds
sung and the air was cool and sweet
after that of the Latin Quarter. 1t
was summer, and Marguerite was
young. The whole world, full Of SEN
sations, was before her. She loved,
too, and was be owed. Let me do
Beauchamp that justice. Why, even
the cliiffonniers turned to bless he;,
sweet beauty as she, passed.
One day he took her to the Louvr
Up and down the miles Of pictures
they walked, the happy girl blush
ing and smiling. She was very love
ly now, they said-blooming ou un
deE these sweet inansncessliks rose
under the sun S Kisses
They paused once before u weirl
canvas, that som,-llow lured and lei'!
good many eyes. An Innocent
young girl, with hair hanging down
in broad. lus.xyus plaLs-pure, clea"
eyes;an,i tender outlines Of cheek
and bros. Before her a oung man
her lover-hr rrIso,ne-anl debo
ni;u. 50 far Marguerite could un-
! rstand it. But wllut did that crea,
ure. mean that lecred behind the
young mans h.ek-the creature i.
the srnrbl.,nce nf Il man. but wit.
ugly, dstilish Usage ust tonche |
with the triumph Of assured success !?
WHO is it? WHAT is it?
Beauchalnp would tain have drawn
her ON, Int Marguerite lingere,I, fa.
.cinst+d. He was forced TO tell her
the story. 1t Wa. Geothe's Marga
r-t. and the young man was + aust,
ani the old ssryr was Met .histo
pneles, and-ye<. Faust was telnpting
Margaret.
Our little Marguerite listened
with pain and wonder. She clung to
Bealchamp, shivering.
Take ine away Please tai ke Inc
way she implored.
He took her out, readily enough.
and the sweet air and the Sunshine
:heered Ier, and then to the Bois de
Boulogne and, by and by, the girl
seemed to have forgotten the picture
and was as gay rs a dark. And they
wandered i'll the sunny afternoon
ander those grand old oaks, and one
guesses what innocent happiness was
in Marguerites heart.
And, by. and-by. when the shades
were falling, and there was no one near
10 hear, Beauchamp took her in his
arms, and told her that he loved her.
And Marguerite clung to his neck,
with tears and kisses, and blessed
him in such terms that l think sonic
STRINGS of shame and remorse began
in his breast. For he put her away
a little, and said, gravely:
my dear, what it thatyou think
! have asked OF you 2