National Republican., 1877-02-25

old man soon put Walter at his ease, and his re.
marks quickly showed that he possessed taste and
discernHent as well as great wealth. -
He was critolsing the merits OF m Italian
sketch. when his niece suddenly oxciaimcdi
"Ohi horc Is the portrait Of the beautiful Mrs
is said that She will be the resuing belle Of tho
season. ! suppose you know her well, Mr.. New.
. GG SaTST RsSns ss 'e before
Mrs. Murray he saw the beloved face Of his once
II was but ave years old when mourned the
loss OF both my parents" ho answered, with emo.
tSn rht soS,os earthly
her-indeed, Of either Of them"
The old man ga1ed once more, long aud oar.
voice that % he IN i vain tried 70 steady " ''' In
walter Neville, heard Of you for the first
artist Ssi doa S ;ssr,HSSsns ,Ss ps
There Is room IN my heart for both son and
sweet eyes were moist with tears, closely to him him
Perhaps the spasm Of pain that crossed HIS
before him; for, without waiting Tor an answer,
she placed Il again in the portfolio,
She was intent upon curious Japanese fan
sort Of smothered sob caused them to turn in sur.
The sound proceeded from Mr.. Boresford, who
had sank down In tho greatest emotion before a
halflength figure Of a lair young girl 10 the cos
tune that might have been In vogue some forty
"Hov did you become possessed Of this q" ho
cried In an agitated voice pointing to the picture.
wss a girl, was tho surprised answer. '''
"Your motherr exclaimed Mr.. Beresford,
placing his hand d, on the young mans shoulder |;
whose sake am what you see-an old bachelor.
We were loversin youth, until rival won her
have seen women far more bcautifai, could
meyer forget her enough to make one Of them my
wife, She was won from me fairly and honorabiy
II mn AnaV .tI,.l
when you were child, Mr. Nevilies" ~ "''' ''''
with the hllal reverence he would have shown
words. e ~
."And now" said the kind old man, assuming
ceptlon OF new inmate. sec YOU would prefer
rcmalng here tonight, to protect your valaables;
son ~ '''' ""''''' "'
As the young artist retired to rest that night,
haunt his pillow, his hcart overadwcd with rrati.
tude towards his new. found bene actor, and tho
Oftss sweet iaot q Mabel Grant w WI"
Two more years hayo passed away. Again
evening and the mansions Of Esyar rGn show thcip II
Through the windows Of the paIatisi residence
near which Walter Neville onco stood, thread.
5aS 6aIe and dssCate shines the same blaze o warm
OF the spacious portico; but this time II is q
woman that, In passing, fingers to look on;
woman that once was beautiful, but on whose
features poverty and disease have sot their seal
racklnK cough tears her frame as shc leans
against the railinys, and gazcs upon the splendid
Yes, the caroworn woman is Margaret Murray
Her brief and brilliant career had ended 10
SORROW and misery. The banker that had mar
ried her for her beauty, and whom she had no-
cepted for his wealth, had gone down to dlshon.
ored grave, upon the failure and ruin Of his
sehemes, leaving his widow lowered with psnury
During her short reign OF triumph sho had
gained no friend; those who admired her rare
behuty disliked her hauteur and coldness, No
manu- was stretched to raise her out OF the mir 0;
the tow that ptied soon forgot her.
.,sln1tr Sho remembered having heard that their
splendid mansion was taken by q rising artist
upon his marriage with fair and wealthy bride,
whose portrait adorned tho walls Of the ROYAL
Academy. Held as II by an invisible hand sho
waits TO see them appear, and now, his handsome
head bent lovlnRlyto the fair vision at his side,
Tenderly he places his bride In tho cush oned
carriage, and stepping lightly in after her, once
more is the orGer given, ITO the opera.n
so In by.gone Gays had tho carriage waited to
take the unhappy Margaret to that brilliant
scene, and with overwhelming bitterness comes
the memory OF night when, passing out In her
singer, and caught a refrain that brought tho
tide"
The rush of feeling is too much for the over.
strained heart. 1t Is not fainting but llfeloss
form that falls to the ground as the carriage con-
tanning Walter and his Mabel drives OF.
No moro in th. world Will tho tide Of life turn
for Margaret Murray. She is dead.