The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-12-08

You could almost have sworn they saw.
Pie bend gropsd about until y touchel
my mothers face. teen fell sgaip.
"Clare--ist last ~
"At lastlp echoed my mether's voice.
~ ana come to ask faSor, Gerreld."
"As sk any thing" @ ~
"Your daughter Marguerite-may be
her mother, GerroIdi | have noble
SON who loves her-who would care for
her and cherish her. An, Gefroit,
lhiDk."
81 understand, Glare. 1t is JOY
sweeter than is Heavens own to hear
you rue for somethingI can give to you
lii she is willing she may go-.ire
is not SO lonely-and You have ens
tered IL again.p
put ny hand up before my eyes to
hide q something there, VIXEN eoOl fin-
gertips toucned my cheek and votce
puoed spttly-A
"Ol, ClanchesterV
"Maigdefite-1Id you hearf7 and !,
took both siender nands Within my own
and drew her nearer to my place of stand.
EVERY word;v she said, in answer.
shave you all answer tor mef,
"Have you u question Tor mef" and
the eyes looked shyly up at me, and o
sudden fush crept up even to the soft,
tawny hair az the temples.
.srnere shall De no question ana no
answerp cried. "Ah, Marguerite.
what need have we oil eitherf Here
look up one moment, dariing-here are
nay empty arms
"And here," said she, creeping close,
tam Ip'
or course we grew utterly forgetful Of
the lovers OIL lang syne over there at the
piano. kissed the tawny hair that had
tangled its purer gold with that of my
shoulder-straps, and called her ali the
sweet names with wnicn loves language
is eloquent. But this ecstacy, like any
earthly glimpse of heaven, was brief.
Madame mere came over TO our corner
leading tne Master by the hand. This
hand got into my possession and held
Iit and squeezed it in my profound
acknowledgement Of gratitude, while
Mafguerite,s sweet lips leit soft I'M
print upon the other one. The musical
woman's and trembled like iaint thrill,
az we pressed them. The blind eyes.
leoked--to speak paradoxically--from
Marguerite's lace to mine; but the Master
was not satisfied. The hand held re-
leased itself and ran lightly over my
hair, brow, cheeks and chm, then, des-
cending, it CROPPED its way across my
breadth OF shoulders and touened AZ
last the Insignia OF war.
IA soldier, sirr' he queried.
''At your seryice,o 1 answered, rev.
erenUialiy.
"a hard Iife--a hard life! Tossed by
the wind, swayed by y chieitain's word.
You will be leaving here soOn?'
II 20 across the water in a months
time, sir."
UAud Marpunritnv %
81 20 too, papa; but never without
you ,0r--or Nahce;' and the glance that
came upto meet my own was as beseech-
ing as--well, as Marguerite's own when
she chooses to plead.
''Ol course, OF coursep' I cried, ve-
hemently. "You didn't think sAouid
take your daughter from you, sirw
sClare's sou-Clare's boy" he mur-
INJURED, not needing my eagerwords. We
left MIN with that Glare, VINO, in the
bright long ago, was the idol upon whom
all The gains Of mis- hard toll was to have
been lavished, and went out to tell the
faithful Nance our wonderous news.
walked up and touched the bright
pink gerauium, tnat haa been s.sosnear
and yetsso iar' during the last days Of
illness; leaned above the sweet smelling
shrubs and trod OH the rank grass that
mad sos0ften rested my wearyeyes by its
soft, moist green. Really in Margue-
rites garden!
"Monsieur! Monsieurw cried a voice
from my window, anu, prestol Nance
mad taken possession.
"Welw 1 answered laughingly, Slip
ping my arm about. Marguerite and let
Ting that pantomtme tellfour news.
''Jaste cjeI, Monsieurl ees dat so? AM
coulu neIaira tell how Monsieur oc-
Cured to come himself frome here-ah,
paaore asoi--paaure MatheN
.iOh, you are 10 go, TOO, dear, dear
Nanee TO go with us over the water
think it, deariep' and we both laughed
until the tears blinded our vision Of a
stiff, white Gap, jerking the music OF
hysterical rapture, the ear-boBs again
striking their golden fire and face
purple with emotion.
And SO, you see, 1t came to pass that
have never since missed the presence Oh
our good, dear, faithful Nance.
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