The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-07-05

Just as soon as the dearest little CIR
is ready to go with me-"
Will you have enough, after paying
your debts?"
shall naturally consider my wife's
comfort before my creditors"
sob, Harry! Harry"
Well, Margery, | never could keep
out of debt and out of love. The men ]
trade with and the girls l love always
have lien on me-"
After Harry left, letters were long
delayed. Addresses were lost or changed,
and week after week and month after
month passed without bringing any word
from Dion, about whom he had prom
Used to write. In the third summer
Margery was so lonely that she deter
mined to join some friends in an Euro
pean trip; for she was sure by this time
that Dion had quite forgotten her.
80 she wandered all summer IN the
sunniest places of the earth, and was SO
charmed and happy that she really be-
lieved her love and her regret were
buried deeper than any memory could
reach for them. In fact, she had an
other lover, an estimable, learned young
clergyman-a very apostle, in the stand
ing collar and single-breasted coat of the
nineteenth century. That he was in
every respect the antipodes of Dion was,
she thought, an advantage. Plain,
pious lovers might turn out better than
the gay and handsome one.
She was sitting, one lovely afternoon,
on the top of Richmond Hill, with a
letter from him in her hands. That she
was in no hurry to open it was not re-
markable; the panorama of natural
beauty before her, and the gay success
sion of lovely women and splendid
equipages, sufficiently amused and in
terested her.
But as she sat musing, with the un-
opened letter in her hands, some one
suddenly stood between her and the sun
shine. She looked up, and instantly put
out her two hands with joyful cry to
Dion.
80 Margery! Margeryl Margery! o
my own love! my dear love! my dar-
ling" while, in a minor undertone,
Margery was sobbing: "Dion! Dion /!
Dion! You have nearly killed me!
How could you, Dion? You don't
know that you have nearly broken my
heart. Yes, you have, sir"
And there upon the ground lay the
Reverend CyriPs letter, and Margery
stepped right en- it, and never saw any
thing again in all that marvellous land
scape but just one beautiful face.
Then there was such an explanation
to be gone through that at 10 O'Clock
that night they had only got as far as
their unfortunate parting. And this
seemed to remind Dion of something,
for he said: "Ah, Margery darling, l
am afraid / must tell you the same old
story. l have worked very hard, and
all that, but | am still in debt"
"No, you are not. l have something
to tell you, also. Aunt Haywood left
you all her money, provided you claimed
it within five years after her death; if
not, it was to be mine."
cit will still be yours, Margery."
No, do not want both you and the
money; have enough of my own"
"Then 1 shall get out of debt at last. "
"No you will not, sir. You owe me
the price of three years of my life. You
will never be out of my debt, and you
will never be out of my love-"
81 don't want to, sweet imagery; and
they who are deep in love can afford to
spend twenty out of an income of nine
teen; for you know the old proverb
There was a couple who loved one
another, and they always took what they
had, and never wanted "-Harper' $
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