Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-06-05

ascertain what part of the world they have
gone to-" | seemed to hear in the air the
words, Marguerite is lest to you; you
will never see her more" Tears streamed
! from my eyes, and almost blinded me, and
when I could see, Harold was kneeling at
my feet at breaks my heart, !" he said,
g to see you in such grief. What can
do to comfort you - Find Marguerite, "
sobbed "restore my sister to me. eff
it is in mans power" he replied, it shall
be dcne. swear it, by this kiss on your
white hand p l wiped the tears from my
eyes, and looked into his face; truth and
honesty seemed to dwell there, bu there
was also an expression in it which brought
bushes to my cheek. All, Marguerite
Would that you were here to counsel me.
am like child cropping in the dark, and
have no one in the world to depend upon
but Harold.
GO Harold tells me he has sent out three
messengers in different directions, to en-
deavor to track my master, and he begs
me in the meantime to be easier IN my
mind in every possible way he strives
to make the hours pass quickly. One
thing he said which does not please me
% 1t is good sometimes to be able to forget.
I asked him if he meant it would be good
for me to forget Marguerite. He answered,
" Heaven forbid but that it were wiser
not to allow our thoughts to dwell so
constantly upon one subject, if it gave us
pain and that we should not nurse our
troubles" He said great deal more to the
same effect, and called it philosophy. I
can find no comfort in it; l know that !
suffer, and that the loss of my dear sister
is the most dreadful blow that has ever
fallen upon me.
as Harold entreated me to 60 out more,
and it seemed so ungrateful in me to say
No again and again to everything he pro-
poses, that l have consented to 60 to
theater one evening this week. 1t is but
a small thing to do in return for all his
kindness.
% have just come from the theater.
The moment we entered our hotel, Harold
and l, Beatrice, my maid, following us, l
wished Harold goodnight, and hurried 10
my room. Beatrice waited to help me
undress said l did not require her az
sistance, and sent her to bed her room is
next TO mine.
In the evening dressmaker brought
two large boxes into my room, present
from Harold. She opened them, and laid
! out gloves, and shoes, and opera cloak, and
the most beautiful dress / ever beheld it
was altogether so sweet and attractive that
l trembled to look at it, and longed to put
1t on, and at the same time felt as though
my longing were sin. When I promised
Harold to accompany him to the theatre,
| did not think should be compelled to
dress so grandly. The dressmaker pointed
out to me the beauties of this beautiful
costume, the colors of which are what best
become me- i asked her whether it would
fit me, and she said that she had studied
my figure, and that Beatrice had lent her a
common dress of mine which had served as
guide. Time was flying, and Harold,
knew, would presently be waiting for me-
| allowed the woman to dress me, and
Beatrice, who was full OF innocent admira-
ton. arranged my hair, and sighed over
me in ecstacy. / thought of the times
when you, my darling Marguerite, used to
take pride in decorating me, and of your
fond words and loving ways as you pro-
ceeded in your task. All you loved your
poor sister too well; you cared not for
yourself This was for Clarice that was
for Clarice; Marguerite wanted nothing
nothing but love l gave you that, dear
but can see now how selfish was in COM
parison to you.
"' My thoughts were still dwelling upon
you when Beatrice and the dressmaker
completed their task looked at myself
in the glass.
was almost ashamed of the pleasure
l experienced, and felt az though my APP
pearance were wrong to you, dear Mar
guerite. But you would not have thought
so; you would have taken greater pride
in me than l did myself. Why should l
deceive myself or You, l could not help
feeling delighted, and the only thing
wanted in the world to make me COM
pletely happy was that you could see me,
and kiss me, and whisper in my ear those
sweet wishes for my future which used
to repeat to myself over and over again.
My future what will it be like? And
yours, Marguerite What will yours be !?
SO 1t was time for me to 90 to Harold;
his eyes seemed as though they would
devour me when presented myself. "You
are dressed in BETTING manner, Clarice,
he said "you do me great honor" And
! had never seen Harold look so well.
as 1t was to the opera house we went
The theatre was crowded. The dresses of
the ladies, the lights, the animation of
every person, who behaved as though there
were no unhappiness in the world, no
misery, no poverty, no sorrow, no injustice.
| did not think of this at the time it
comes into my head only now. thought
only of the wonderful picture around me.
" Harold and were alone in the box,
sitting in full view of the house. People
| stared at us from every part. ''You are
the prettiest flower in the bouquet" Har-
old whispered, and bowed to this person
and that, and asked me whether l had any
objection to his receiving the visits of his
friends. What objection could l have ?
The box was his, and l but poor girl,
almost like the heroine of the opera,
a gypsy, whose dress at one time was as
grand but not so pretty as mine. How
beautifully she sang And how the audi.
ence applauded her Her voice was like a
nightingale's, but not sweeter than yours,
Marguerite. Never, never was voice as
sweet as my dear sister Marguerite's,