Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1875-07-15

softly outlined, delicatelv rounded pure, calm
forheAd, crowned with "braided tresses darkly
bright !" tender, unsmiling lips, that wore
swsetness deeper aud holier than smiles q
chm aud cheek that might well have served ~
models for . sculptor. There were soft laces
resting about the throat and lace shawl
thrown gracefully over the stately head, rested
lightly on the shoulders, like . radiant cloud.
But tho eyes were the glory OF the picture
large, dark, spiritual eyes, that looked into
yours with nnfathomable meaning in their liquid
depths.
My aelf-possession and my good manners re.
turned at the same moment
~ beg your pardon, said, deprecatingly, o.
! gave the picture to it, owner "but it ia sc
beautiful 1t is your wife?"
"My wife? No." he SAID, with . low, wise
smile, "but 1t is my Mnrgusrite-my pesrll'
There WAS no time for further speech. We
were 1t Calumet. LEstrange threw his arm
kissed my cheek with warm =" God blsas you =
Another moment and our short chapter Of 70.
nance was ended.
But there was no second chapter2 Certainly,
or should hardly have thought it worth while
TO toll you this. I returned to New York in q
few weeks, had my pearl mounted precisely AZ
L'Estrange had directed, and wore it, at first
with Interpretations feeling that 1t WAS truly
. link between us, and would one day draw us
| together. It was, indeed, a. no had said sign,
token. 1t kept fresh and green in my memory
what elise might have gradually faded away ~
one of the many forgotten incidents Of q life
that Was changeful and full Of adventure.
Bat 1t was not his face only that it recalled.
never wore 1t without seeing, M In vision, the
dark, soul-lit eyes that had looked up at his
from the photograph, the pure, calm brow, the
tender wistiul mouth OF my friends Marquee
rite." Not his wife, but doubtless his betrothed
What other meaning could give to tho sudden
| light that illuminated his face as he exclaimed
in that last, hurried moment, "It is my Marquee
| rite-my PEARL ~ ~
~ shall write you from San Francisco" he
| had said But days, weeks, and months length
ened into years, and heard nothing. My pearl
scarf-pin was the only token that those charmed
days Of travel had been more than dream.
believed that lie was dead.
Last summer was In Paris Early ono morn
ing went to the Madeline, And, leaning against
one of the fiuted columns, watched the worship-
ers as they came and went. Tho sun shot yel-
low rays through tho grained windows in the
roof the chanting Of hidden choir sounded far
on and dreAm-like : the sculptured MGgdalen of
the high altar looked strangely real in tie woird
uncertain light and the whole atmosphere Of
the place was bewidering.
As stood near one Of the great bronze doors,
lady, veiled, and gathering tho folds Of her
mantle closely about her throat, passed me with
light step. The figure WAS exqusitely grace
full, and watched her with young mans idle
curiosity ~ she knelt at her prayers, wondering
rose. fresh breeze from an opening door blew
back her veil, and caught passing glimpse Of
her features.
All the blood in my veins rushed madly to my
heart. Surely 1t was the face Of my drearns-the
face Of my friends Marguerite Yet it seemed
younger face perhaps less Madonna.like than
in the picture, hsloed by cloud-like drapery.
You see had not forgotten tho slightest pe-
culisrity of the photograph. couldhave sworn
to the very pattern OF the lace.
Before recovered HenReH she had liaAD-
pesred.
For three days haunted the Madeline in vain.
On the fourth caught glimpse Of her again :
stopping to drop coin in the hand Of a pallid
child But it was q fote day, and the crowd
swayed in between us. After that saw her no
more.
went TO Switzerland, lingering for y month
among its mountain passes made short run
into Italy, and came back. WAS lettering along
les Champs Eysses one evening in fit Of home
sickness, half inclined to take the next steamer
from Havre. and to end this rowing life, when
became aware of being watched-wAtched by a
dark figure under the shadow Of the opposite
trees. The red snnset-light fell full and strong
where was standing, but it was twilight all
about me. changed my position huiriedy and
hastened on. -. .,,.,.,,,, !, pg.''
t1ilffd no tlien q run and q shout. An arm fell
across my shoulder, = hand clasped mine, and a
well-remembered voice cried:
at is you I! I have found you An, mon am
mon ami But it was the pearl, even as told
you 30 in that wild Calumet And Hippolyte
/. i.'Estrango pointed to the scarf pin wore that
day. F" But you are grown older monsieur. You
arc changed; and was not thinking OF you ..
that moment. But the great pearl shmmered
| in the sunlight, and it drew my eyes to the face
above it. Said not that it WAS charmed ?''
1t is needless to speak Of the happinos OF that
reunion, all the greater for the mood in which 't
| found me.
i shall not lose sight of you again, said NJ.
| I'Estrapge "You will go home with me to-
morrow, to strssbourg. Marguerite-.you re-
| member and he smiled more brightly than
before" Marguerite will be glad to know my
friend. Very often havo talked OF our days
together"
Marguerite Shall confess that for one mo-
| ment shrank as from coming pain, hidden
danger Then every instinct in my manhood
rose in quick rebellion. My friends wife was
vestal to me even in thought; sacred as il shiin-
cd and guarded by inapproachabls distances. l
would 60 with him. --
WHY had he not written me Simply because
he had lost my addrosa- only this and nothing
more"
1t would take too long to tell OF our delightful
iouruey and pass on rapidly to the hour when
the towers Of Strasboug rose before us, and the
lofty spires OF her cathedral pierced the clouds.
NY friends chateau was outside tho walls of
the city on rising ground.
''See |" he said, with sweep OF his hand ~
the carriage rolled along, "this is not 80 grand,
so fresh. as your great New World; y't it ls
fair picture .,,.
Law at our feet; the blue Rhine wound along be
tween storied banks the branching Ill glided
through the town, picturesque with its many
bridges in the far distance rose the Vosge'
Mountains, and the Black Forest OF OF dormsny
And now we were at tho chateau statel,
pile, ivy-clad and moss-grown, yet bright, seem
ingly with an eternal youth.
"Marguerite, this is the friend OF whom 20.
have 30 often heard mo speak-Edward hpoh,
~ r tnnaI fhxa oil
after, and fair sweet womany faee.the fac'
at the Madeline-looked up from the bit OF EN-
| oroidery over which it WAS bending.
as she like the picture-my Marguerite
! asked my host; but, before l could reply. h'
went on .'By that name You first heard OF her
and by that name you are to know her now "
| are to live in Arcadia for q whole enchanted
h month, and, as lifting, we are TO be 10 each oti
o or Marguerite, and Edward, and Hippolyte
4 Have not the kind Fates proved that we are akl
and told you years agof why eiso nave the
v bowed low above tho lady's hand; but ! di
not call her Marguerite. Neither did l ca
her "Madam LEstrange;' Some subtle, nnd' !
70 fined feeling prevented that. compronhhso
not calling her anything.
.. / must not make my story too long. You al
r, ticipste all l would say. There wore no otn'
70 guests at the chateau. We three were az ist
lated as Adam and Eve in the garden OF Ede'
,f That was truly an enchanted week, IN whie
L. VIC rode, we rambled, We talked we read,
in sane-happy dwellers in Arcadia. And then
70 then-I awoke one day to find there was
,r safety for me but In flight. This "Marguerit'
v, was growing too dangerously dear. !, who pr
ID daily. HI.et me not bo led into temptation
w what business had there, dallying with da
ger?
or no more conceit than my fellows vet cou
We not help seeing that Marguerites soft bro'
nd eyes grow softer still when they met mine, a.
that ihe long lxshes dropped over them with
lin suptler grace when drew near. did not To-
for this but it was there, aud saw i'll mt
ut 60. -, =, ,,,,, D.,
M, A determination which made known to
LE,trauge the u, St morning
,w "Dut YOU are not gong" he said 1T Ii I
he soon. Did not say you we're to stay mont
We will have more guests, il you tire OF u
ou dull life and you shall nee the Old chate
alive with dance and song. My friend mi
A INo," answered "your friend must so.
the not make it too hard for him to leave You.
ize lie looked at me narrowly.
elias anything gone wrong = he asked y
id, low tone, "Tell me, my friend l had thout
Il had dreamed-is there anything amiss "
, a Won spd-Marguerite y
He spoke in his own tongue now AZ he
arl- ways did when asy strong emotion stirred n
lep / answered in mine, my cheeks, white and c'
but my eyes WAS ablaze =,
M "Amiss anything amiss, M. LEstraht
Do hear you Alright You are speaking
"If the lady who In yonr wife, and OF ono