Daily Republican., 1880-04-17

piled, quickly. "Do you think Z
i could learn 10 love me again, littlel
he asked, the anger all gone. She wa
. go beautiful.
"Try me, Charlie. You are 30 stron,
and good and noble; | always fel
that--and one can't long like wher'
one can't respect, can ne" Hel
hands we're on his arm now, and the
lovely, pleading eyes upliited to his.
"You won't see him again ?"
81 won't--I swear ! won't! What
should | want to see him for now?" she
sobbed.
"Then, we will wait. The troupe
goes tomorrow. Don't cry, darling
dare say 1t will all come out right, "
and after few ow-spoken words the
young man left her, hut by no means
with peace seated on his bosom B
throne.
Mamma, il anybody comes say I'm
oRt," called Margaret, frsm the top
stairs.
"Wsll, / guess nobody'll be here TO-
day, unless it's that actor fellow" was
the response. "Don't walk in the
SUM-" abe added, for mother and
father were proud of their darling's
beauty, and they secretly wished for
her better match than their neigh
boris son.
Deep in the woods she struck, deter
mined never to see that toe fair, fatal
face again.
"He'll be gone tomorrow" she half
sobbed, holding her hands hard against
her heart, "and shall never see him
again. God be thanked, for, Oh dare
not trust myself"
The path, slippery with pine leaves,
led to favorite resting place. clear
cd spot, through which ran a crystal
clear river. The place combined several
distinctively beautiful features. Here
she sat down, unmindful of the singing
stream, the soft shadows and the sweot
mulmuring Of the wind in the tops of
the trees.
A footstep near startled her.
In the river, as a mirror, she saw a
vision that had become all too dear to
hsr-s graceful figure clad in black vel
vet, the small hat, with its waving
plumes, reflected, with the outstretch.
ed hand that held it, in the blue
depths.
She Bprang to her feet, a burning
flush spreading over brow and neck,
and would hEve fed but that he was
beside her at q bound.
my beauty my darling my
own"
"Sir, those words are an insult to
me y" she cried with spirit, striving
in vain to free herself from his caress-
ing arms.
San insult! / would die before |
would offer you an insult, my beauti-
ful. Come with mel want to show
you l~velier spot than this-come !"
"I will not, !" ahe said, firmly,
Wrestling herself from him, not daring
to look up in his face. "How could |
you follow mellow dared you ?"
"Love will dare do anything" he
said Sayly, fastening his powerful eyes
oa her face, and drawing her glance up
to his. "Coms, | will WOO you like
Claude Eelnotte." And again he put
an arm around her, but, like fash Of
lightning, the two were torn asunder,
and the man was thrown headloug
with one blow from the powerful arm
If Charlie Vance.
"Go !'' he said, sternly, pointing to
.he frightened girl. 81 can save you
rom his ipsolence, but cannot prom
Sc to save you from yourself. Go, and
hink on your broken promises"
Later in the day Charlie came up to
house and asked for her.
"Whatever is the matter with the
'hild" queried the mother, II never
&w her in such low spirits."
The young man made NO answer, but
vent into the cool, shaded parlor.
PRESENTLY Margaret came down, white
Is q lily. There was an unspoken
question in her wide, fearless eyes.
"No, l Ididn'tkill him, Maggie, though
10 deserved it. don't want the crime
f murder on my soul, even for you, my
'oor girl. But sent him away as
ubdued and cooled down a man as ever
ou saw. Such men are always cow
rds. And now, Maggie, you're free.
rever should want to think of the
ook you gave him while held you in
ny arms, and l should have to think
t it. I've come to say good bye, for
IN of for the west, and if ever l. =
Isllo!"
There was a low, broken sob, and
he girl had tainted away.
Well, long sickness followed
;Larlie could not leave her lying there
,etween life and death, and the first
'isit after she could set up settled the
natter. Margaret had conquered her
'anity, which, after all, was more
ouehed than her ate stions, and found
hat there was only one image in the
leart that had been. as she thought, so
ora with conflicting struggles-and
hat was the frank, honest, blue-eyed
;harlie Vance, who had loved her ever
ince she was bnby.
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