The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1875-05-20

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1T is you, | have found you. M!
mon ami! mon ami! But it was the
pearl, even as | told you so in that wild
Calumet" And Aippolyte L'Estrange
pointed to the scart-pin | wore that day
g But you are grown older, monsieur.
You are changed; and l was not think
ing of You at that moment. But the
great pearl shimmered in the sunlight,
and it drew my eyes to the face above it.
sad not that it was charmed?"
1t is needless to speak of the happiness
OF that union, all the greater for the mood
in which it found me-
81 shall not lose sight of you again, y
said Nj. L'Estrange .'You will 90 home
with me tomorrow, to Strasbourg. Mar
guerlte-you remember''-and he smiled
more brightly than before Marguerite
will be glad to know my friend. Very
often have talked Of our days together
Marguerite! Shall | confess that for
one moment / shrank as from a coming
pain, q hidden danger? Then every in
stlnct in my manhood rose in quick rebel
lion. My friends wife was yestal to me
even in thought sacred as if shrined and
guarded by inapproachable distances.
would go with him.
Why had he not written me Simply
because he had lost my address ''only
this and nothing more"
1t would take too long to tell Of our de-
lightiul journey. and pass on rapidly to
the hour when the towers of'Strasbourg
rose before us, and the lofty spire of her
cathedral pierced the clouds.
My friends chateau was outside the
walls of the city, on rising ground
"See'" he said, with sweep Of his
hand. as the carriage rolled along. 'tthis
is not so grand. so fresh. as Your great
New World yet it is fair picture
| lie might we'll say so. The yen-gat-
ed city lay at our feet; the blue Rhine
wound along between storied banks; the
branching Iii glided through the town,
picturesque with its many bridges; in the
Tar distance rose the Nosges mountains,
and the Black Forest of Germany.
And now we were at the chateau.
stately pile, ivy-clad and moss grown, yet
bright, seemingly with an eternal youth
"Marguerite. this is the friend OF whom
you have 50 often heard me speak : Ed
ward Ripon," said L'Estrange, as | enter
ed the s0lo0N an hour after, and II fair,
sweet womanly face the face at the Mad
cry over which it was bending
lis She like the picture = my Marguer-
| ite asked my host but, before | could
reply, he went on: by that name YOU
first heard of her, and by that name YOU
are to know her now. We are to live in
Arcadia for whole enchanted month
and, as is fitting, we are to be to each
other Marguerite and Edward and Hip
,D,t,- 4 I. a
that we are akin, as told YOU years ago?
Why. else, have they brought Us togeth-
err"
| bowed low above the ladys hand; but
| did not call her ''Margueriten Neither
did | call her g Madame L'Lstrange
Some subtitle, underlined feeling prevent
ed that compromised by not calling her
any thing
| must not make my story too long
You anticipate all would say There
We're no other guests at the chateau. We
three were rs isolated as Adam and Eve
in the Garden Of Eden. That was truly
an enchanted week, in which we rode, we
rambled, we talked, we read, we sang
happy dwelers in Arcadia And then
them awoke one day to find there was
no safety for me but in flight. This Mar
gucrite' was growing too dangerously
dear !, who pray daily, LET me not be
led into temptation what business had
| there, dallying with danger?
| was not a villain; was not an idiot;
| had no more conceit than my fellows;
yet could not help seeing that Marguer-
ties soft brown eyes grew softer still when
they met mine and that the long lashes
dropped over them with subtiler grace
when drew. near did not look for this
but it was there and saw i'll must 90
A determination that made known to
NJ. LEstrange the next morning.
But you are not going!" he said 1T
is TOO soon. Did | not say you were to
stay month? We will have more guests,
if you tire Of this dull life and you shall
see the old chateau alive with dance and
song. My friend must stay -
"No,' | answered; your friend must
90. Do not make it too hard for him to
leave you
lie looked at me narrowly.
Has anything gone wrong he asked
in low tone Tell me, my friend |
had thought i had dreamed i Is there
anything amss with You and Marguer-
ite -
lie spoke in his own tongue now, as he
always did when any strong emotion stir
red him. | answered in mine, my checks
white and cold, but my eyes ablaze:
"Amiss-anythng amiss, NJ L'Estrange?
Do hear you Alright You are speak
ing of the lady who is your wife. and of
one who would tain be an honorable man!
ANYTHING amiss, monsieur
He looked at me for an instant rs ii he
| boI a.
LIGHT broke over his tace, and, to my an
ger and astonshment, he laughed Il genu-
inc, hearty laugh. But, before | could
speak, his mood changed, and he caught
me impulsiyely in his arms.
20 my poor boy!n he cried. Il see it
all now And you thought Marguerite
was my wife? But told you long ago
Do you not remember? | supposed you
understood The woman who should
have been my wife lies in the church-yard
yonder Monsieur Ripon, Marguerite is
my sister,
l covered my face with my hands
could have sunk into the dust at his feet
1t was III so clear now-aS clear as noon
day. Yet, with my preconceived ideas of
their relationship and in country with
whose domestic lie and habits | was 50
unfamiliar, could not 50 much wonder
ut my mistake. The patoiS Of the servants,
too, had helped to mislead me-and had
seen no others.
| dared not look at him. The gentle
dignity of his last words overpowered me,
even while, in spite of my confusion and
dismay, my heart was thrilling with a new
born hope.
| lifted my eyes at last, to meet his fill
ell with inetfable tenderness.
'1ou know my secret" said. "Shall
you take me at my word, Nj. L'Estrange-
must | go away"
May, stay" lie whispered, ''lt was for
this that we We're thrown together that
October morning. Was it not charmed,
the token gave you? Stay now; and. if
you can win her gentle heart, l will give
you yet another pearl-my Marguerite !"
Just as long as | live, mean to remem-
Der in my prayer the gentleman who
''miSSed connections at Syracuse :" for if