The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1880-05-22

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mus c, and the result of that moment
was the arrangement that Marjory
should receive singing lessons from
the lame German choir leader.
From that moment a new life had
opened for the girl, the vague long
ings as her heart took form in the
enthusiastic striving to grasp the best
of her divine art.
As the weeks passed Fred grew al
most angry that all her devotion
seemed offered to her one love. She
had no time for him or anything save
her music. So the years began to
glide, and the two children grew from
the fancies Of childhood to the deep
err desires of wider life.
A prima donna was enhancing the
fashionable world. The gayest, the
most brilliant of audiences was list
ening to the "Sonnambula" Of Miss
St. James. AS the last strain parted
her lips in that living melody which
so thrilled the hearts of hearers, the
eyes of the singer saw bending Gag
erly forward the tawny, leonine head,
the bright face, the memory of which
had never for one single moment left
her.
The curtain fell between her and
the deep glance of those blue eyes,
but she did not hear the tempest Of
applause.
But holding her furs fast about her,
she paused one moment at the car
rage steps, swift leap of her heart
telling that figure under distant
light was the friend Of her childhood,
but he apparently dared nat approach.
She entered the carriage, and strove
to talk interestedly with lady who
accompanied her.
The sudden pealing forth Of fire.
bells sounded in upon the even roll of
their carriage, and several engines
dashed past them.
"The driver will know better than
to go by the fire,I hope, 'the lady had
just said, when the carriage W rirled
into q cross street, and came full up
on the burning building, from whose
roof long tongues of flame were
springing.
In the mood which then possessed
her,the sight was fascinating to Mar
jory.
"If the horses are not afraid" she
said to the driver, "stop for mo-
ment where we can see. A fire
always bcwitches while it terrifes
me-"
The driver obcved her, and Mar
jory lowered the window and leaned
forward into the blaze of brilliance.
She could see distinctly the features
of the tircmen as they piled the en-
gines, or daringly penetrated within
the realm of fire.
All at once there rose the cry that
a child was within the building, up
above where no one could reach him.
Even the intrepid firemen hesitated
and held back. Marjory had become
intensely interested. Her lips parted
with her quick breaths, her face glow
ing.
AS she looked, little, slender fig
ure sprang up the ladder that rested
against the chamber window. In
that first glance at that face and
form cnshrined in that fiery glory,
Marjory recognized Fred Wyllis.
She felt her breath stopping upon her
lips, there was now oaly pallid
white heat upon her face.
Marjory could not have spoken had
death be, n the penalty of silence.
An unbroken stiffness fell upon
the crowd. They waited until the
man reappearcd at the window with
the child in his arms. He descended
the ladder with apparently great diff
ficuty. AS he stepped upon the
ground the child was snapped from
his arms by the father, and the girl
watching in the carriage saw the
brave figure reel and fall. and the
crowd hustle round him.
take me to him." said Marjory.
The people gave way before this
woman, who seemed TO come with
authority land the whisper ran among
them:
ut is Marjory St. James"
They had carried Fred Wyllis
little apart, and he was lying on a
lounge, one of the many pieces of
furniture scattered about.
Before him there appeared the face
he had just queening it so royalty.
Tremulous soft hands took the be-
grimed ones.
He murmured "Marjory," as in his
dreams he had done so many times,
but now it was Marjory herself who
answered him. She whispered his
name in just such tone as he had
longed to hear.
"Only live" she said over his lids,
her breath, for the first time since
childhood touching them caress.
Live, when tell you | love you, as
you would have me-
The intense earnestness Of her tone
called a flush to her face. He looked
at her with all the fire of the gaze
she remembered so well.
"Oh. ! will liver he cried. press
ing that dearest face to his heart;
but even as he spoke that heart throb-
bed its last, yielding to the strain
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