The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-07-23
in time to hear the last lines of the song
Marion was singing:

in time to hear the last lines of the song
Marion was singing:
"Oh, then speak thou fairest fairl
Kill not him that VOWS to serve thee;
But perfume this neighboring air,
Else dull silence sure will starve me.
IT'S word that's quickly broken,
Which, being restrained, heart Is broken"
She sung in low voice, with COM
plete abandonment to the theme, and
Crevisson bent over her with perplexed
look.
You seem to be strangely out of
spirits" he said. "What troubles you
And you have not worn my flowers after
hidden in this wealth of lovely hair"
Marion controlled herself, waiting,
even humming bar of the air she had
been singing, before she answered him.
"No, / gave them to Maude. Their
beauty shows to far better advantage in
her glossy braids than in my lint-white
locks She was so pleased with them.
She says you always brought her hello
trope in the olden times"
A swift, dark flush rose to Crevisson's s
forehead. He waited moment, then
turning, he looked acros the room at the
little graceful head whose tawny locks he
had been wont to adorn in other days.
Maude met his gaze, and, as if there had
been some compelling power in it, she
came slowly forward. Marion, rising,
put her arm about her and gently forced
her into the seat at the piano.
:, I've want you you to sing this song, dear"
favorite at the Marshes try and give it
as sweetly as you used to in those happy
summer evenings"
The teasing dimples rose to Maude's
rounded cheek once more; she glanced
up, with the old, shy, adoring look he
remembered so well, into Crevisson's face.
"Shall l sing it as we used to in the
old days ?" she asked, timidly.
AS we used to in the old daysw he
echoed, with face as if he might at
that moment have thrown off his wind
ing sheet.
She ran her hand triumphantly over
the keys, and with voice clear, like the
voice of summer brooks made articulate,
broke into song. Marion listened, telling
herself that she was glad, but all the
time conscious that she had put the fatal
knife to her heart, and was her own MUIR
derer. Then she could bear it no longer;
she hardly knew what turn she took till
she found herself creuching in the dimly
lighted library amid pots of wreathing
vines and fragrant lemon flowers.
81 loved him! | loved him !" she cried
out, "and l have flung his love from me.
1t was the most precious thing in all the
world, but l have given it up. Oh,
mother! you babe me do it You spoke
to me from the tomb and obeyed you !;
but it will be my death Oh, my love |!
my love! !"
Marion, is this you?"
The trembling hands dropped to her
side; she started to her feet.
"Why did you follow me here? ?" she
cried, sharply. "I want to be alone. l
came away on purpose to be alone"
How strangely you act," answered
Crevisson, in complete bewilderment. 81
saw you leave the room, and came to find
you. What is the matter? Your hands
are as cold as ice."
81 am not WELL" she murmured. "I
came away on purpose; but you must 60
back, they will miss you."
"And l miss you," he returned, sharply
and pointedly.
"No, no! you must 60 back. Hark |!
hear Maude's song! She is waiting for
you! She wants you! How happy she
was when you joined her in thaN verse,
like the old times. Don't you remember ?
And you must not think of me. l am
not very well; but / shall get over it.
Oh, can't you see? Go, goat once "
Her voice broke down.
He comprehended her then. Taking
her hand in his, he raised it reverently to
his lips, but his voice shook audibly as he
replied:
"You are the noblest woman in all the
world !" he said, as he left her.
"shal tell you whom lover
Harken then awhile to me-"
Maude's voice, singing, rose and filled
the air, spinning golden chains that wove
themselves round and round Crevisson's
returning feet. Perhaps it was not so
hard for him to come back after all. Who
shall say? Maude was so beautiful and
sweet, so tenderly petulant and loving ;
and Marion, hearing his voice join with
hers, smiled bitterly to herself as she
dragged her weak limbs up the stairs to
her fathers room.
MY darling, what is it ?" exclaimed
Mr.. Heraldcourt, starting to his feet, ter
rified at the sight of her white face.
She reached out her hands like tired
child.
81 gave him up! / gave him back to
her! she cried, "but it has killed me-
Her father took her in his arms, and,
guessing what her trouble was, kissed
and soOthed her with fond words and
caresses.
/ thought / was stronger" she said
in broken voice; "but never mind,
Maude is happy. Poor Maude! poor
Maudel When women love they are
filled with a great joy. But when they
have true love and renounce it, it breaks
the heart"
She wound her arms about her fathers
neck, and then, her face dropping on his
shoulder, she grew suddenly still.
"My noble child my noble child "
he repeated, his tears falling OH the
golden curls that swept his breast.
He held her so, in that close clasp, till
his arm grew weak and he was obliged to
rouse her. But when he essayed to
loosen the folded hands about his neck
they clung the closer. He lifted her face
and then dropped it with an awful cry.
Down stairs Maude and Crevisson were
singing:
at was not in the winter our loving lot was cast
II was the time Of roses - we pluckcd them as we
passed ~
but Marion, holding this white flower
of renunciation to her lips, had passed
away to life where love has higher, q
holier significance than here, to land
where no parting comes, nor waiting, nor
any sorrow.
A BRIGHT little fellow twelve years old
was recently brought before city judge,
charged with stealing revolver from the
store where he was employed. The mag.
istrate spoke kindly to the boy, and asked
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