The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1878-06-21
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then y aud Guy left.

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then. aud Guy left. t
Handsome Guy Chesly.
Margery walked to the window,
and watched the tall figure going
down the walk. Her old friend
and playfellOw, and her lover now.
1t was wicked. and all that for
money, but what could she dol
teach the village SCHOOL, be the
village dresslnakeri or mary--(iuy
and he poor all her lifef With the
glamor of the brilliant life she
could spend, as Donald Clare's
wife, over her, she felt she could
not do either of the three things,
no matter how much she might
love Guy. 1906
Her sister interrupted her mu-
sing by saying.
"Will you go gather some straw
berries for dinneri and Margery
glad to escape from her own
thoughts, seized the basket and
went. Ep
When Mr.. Chesly arrived at his
boarding house there was u letter
for him. He didn't feel the least
bit curious about it; he was too
indolent for curiosity calmly lit a
cigar-a mans comforter under
ali affliction--and elevating his
feet in the window, broke the seal.
1t was only a lawyers communi-
cation, but it told him his last rela-
tive was dead, and he was worth
half a million. Halt million!
Guy Chesly sat and stared out into
the bright sunny street. In all
his six and twenty years, he had
not been SO utterly surprised, 50
completely upset.
1t seemed almost like a dream,
but it was not one; that WAS clear.
His first composed thought was OF
wilful Margery Norman, and IA
tender light came in his eyes as he
said:
"She shall marry me now, but
not for the moneys sake"
The ball was like all other balls.
There was the usual amount of
dancing, and flirting, disappOiut-
ments, and indigestible food. Mar.
gerry queened it right royalty in
white, pure as drifted snow, with
pale, sweet roses in her dark 6raids
and at her round white throat. If
there had been any lingering doubts
in her mind about accepting Mr..
Glare, they were cleared away
now, and SHE Was feckiessly indif-
ferreut as to what the future might
hold, thinking, enjoying only the
present.
Guy was there, and more aggra-
vating than ever, at least Margery
thought so. She snubbed him,
but Tie wouldn't be snubbed, only
laughing at herih a provoking way.
But there was a strong determined
will under his endurance, AZ Mar
gerry knew of old, and his calm prr.
sistence irritated her. She did
not know the secret of the letter
lying III his pocket.
Dawn had nearly come when the
jewellers started for home. The
ball was four miles from Russell,
where Margery lived, and across
the river. They sent the carriage
over first, then the ladies gather.
ing up their dainty dresses the gay
crowd started. No one could ever
tell how it happened, but the boat
Margery and her party were in
turned over. All was widest con-
fusion. Margery felt the cold,
dark waters closing over her. She
saw one of her young companions
grasp Mr.. Glare for snpport-saw
that gentleman tear loose the cling
ing hands, and start for the bank,
seeking his own safety-then she
looked up at the moon shining
above her, and as the water rushed
over her, she murmured. "Gny,
dear Guy"
When consciousness returned
she was lying in her own room
with the dear home faces bending
over her. She looked around be-
wildered. W-I thought was in
the river"
$50 you were, my DEAR" her fa
ther said, "but Guy saved you from
Margery closed her eyes with a
little moan. She felt disgusted
with herself and all the world when
she thought how near she had come
to marrying the selfish wretch,
who would cast q woman back to |
drown in order to save his own life.
When Mr.. Donald Glare called the
next afternoon, he didn't meet the
eager smiling face he expected to
see, but a cold, pale girl, who said
''no" in the most uncompromising
manner.
Margery sat down by the win
dow after he left and laying her
head down ON the ledge cried
abOut-nothing in particular.
''Why, Margery, what is the mat
terp 1t was GUYS pleasant voice,
and Guy had lifted her face, and
was looking into her tear.wet eyes.
"Oh, Guy! is it you! How can
| ever thank you for saving my
life"
"Now, Margery," taking her
hands, ''please don't.
You know l have a horror of being
thanked for anything. Now, what
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