The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-07-08
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precisely as LEstrange had d. =
rected, and wore it, at first with q hall
feeling that it was truly
link between us, and would one day draw
us together. It was, at all events, power,
FIJI in one way. 1t was indeed, as he had
said. a sign, token It kept fresh and
Green in my memory what might else have
faded gradually away as one of the many
forgotten incidents of life that was
changeful and full Of adventure.
But it was not his face only that it re-
called. never wore it without seeing as
in a vision. the dark sou1-lit eyes that had
looked up to me from the photograph, the
pure. calm brow, the tender, wistful mouth,
of my friends Marguerite . Not ms
wife. but doubtless his betrothed. What
other meaning could I give to the sudden
| light that illumined his face as he exclaimed
in that last. hurried moment, sit is my
Marguerite-my pearl ;,
7 II shall write you from San Francisco,
he had said; but days, weeks and months
heightened into years, and heard nothing.
Nv pearl scarf-pin was the only token that
those charmed days Of travel had been
more than a dream, | believed that. he was
dend.
Last summer was in Paris. Early one
morning | went to the Madeline, an d. lean
ING against one of the futed columns,
WATCHED the worshippers as they came and
went. The sun shot yellow rays through
the windows in the roof the chanting OF a
hidden choir sounded far off and dream
like: the sculptured Magdalen of the high
altar looked strangely real in the wierd, I'M
certain light, and the whole atmosphere OF
the place was bewllderlng.
As stood near one of the great, bronze
doors, a lady yelled, and gathering the
folds of her mantle closely about her throat'
passed me with light step. The tigure was
exclusively graceful, and l watched her
. with young mans idle curiosity as sne
knelt at her prayers, wondering II her lace
was worthy of her form. AS she rose
fresh breeze from an opening door oiew
back her veil, and caught passing
glimpse of her features. :,
All the blood in nv veins rushed madly
4 10 nv heart. Surely it was the face OF my
dreams-the face of my friends Marguer-
2 ite, Yet it seemed a younger face; per-
t hans less Madonna like than in the pic
ture. haloed by cloud-like drapery. You
see I had not forgotten the slightest pc
h culiarity of the photograph. could have
sworn 70 the very pattern of the lace
J. Before had recovered my senses she nae
a disappeared. =,
d For three DAYS haunted the Madeline II
vain. On the fourth l caught glimpse o
n her again, stopping to drop coin In TN
v hand of q paid child. But it was let
il dav. and the crowd swayed in between US
20 | Aftorthat saw her no more.
,r Invent on to Switzerland, lingering Tor
l. month among its mountain passes; MADE
IS short run into Italy, and came back wa
to wandering along Les Champ Elysees on
w evening in fit of home sickness, half IN
clined to take the next steamer from Havre
ne and 80 end this rowing life, when l becam
ne aware of beeng watched-watched by
- dark figure under the shadow of the oppo
nd site trees. The red sunlight fell full an
strong where l was standing, but 1t wa
ed twilight all about me. changed my pos
ton hurriedly and FASTENED on.
ID. But in a moment heard quick footsteE
,r behind me. then q run and shout "A
arm fell across my shoulder. a hand claspe
a mine. and q we'll remembered voice cried:
10: ut is you. I have found you An mo
tut ami, mon ami, But it was the pearl, eve
"a "a I told you so in that wild Calumet
ur And Hippolite L'Estrange pointed to II
scarf pin wore that day. "but you q
he grown older Monsieur. You are change
his and was not thinking of you at tn
ed moment But the great pearl shlmmer'
Sc in the sunlight. and it drew my eyes to Il
;. face above it. Said | not that II
he charmed!
It is needless to speak of the happ'ne:
,lv of that reunion, all the greater LOT u
mood in which it found me.
lip Il shall not lose sight of you again
ak said NJ. L'Estrange, ''you Will 60 nome vi
me tomorrow to Strasbourg. Marguerl
mt. Won remember''-and he smiled mo
he brightly than before-.Marguerite viii
glad to know my friend. Very often ha
.st, talked of our days together.
ave Marguerite, Shall confess that for o
one moment | shrank as from coming pain
I'm, hidden danger Then every instinct IN
manhood rose in quick rebellion. ]
ing friends wife was vestal to me even
,ou thought: sacred as if shrined and guard
!. l by inapproachable distances. l would
Ter. with him
the WHY had he not written me- Simply
All cause he had lost my aidress-'.only I
are and nothing MORE
1t would take too long to tell OF our
can liehtful journey, and pass on rapidly
arl; the hour when the towers OF oraseo.
avs rose before us, and the lofty spire Of
cathedral pierced the clouds
,ho- Nv friends chateu was outside the VI
up, of the city. on rising ground.
eve .sSee,. he said, with . sweep OF his IA
that asthe carriage rolled along. this is moi
d. grand. so fresh. as your great New Wo
tely yet it is . fair picture"
med He might well say SO. The seven-ga
ten city lay at our feet; the blue Rhine wo
ness along between storied banks; the branch
and I'LL lided through the town, pictures
nod with its many bridges: in the far dista
aces rose the vosges Mountains, and the 81
hawl Forest Of Germany.
lead, And now We were ct the chateau, : :.
ra- " pile, ivy-clad and moss grown, yet br1
glory seemingly with an eternal you'n,
ives. marguerite, this is the friend Of y