The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-07-28

1t was never fully known who caused
the simple tablet which ultimately
adorned his resting place to be erected
1t was plain block of marble; nc
pompOus Latin epitaph. or long list Of
virtues, was thereon engraved; but q
half-burned torch, suddenly extin-
guished, was sculptured at the bottom
of the tablet, while from the smoke Of
the torch butterfly mounted upward
Above this design there was merely
inscribed the name and age of the de-
ceased.
The night following the day of Hor-
ace Margrave's funeral. Henry Dalton
was seated, hard at work, at his cham
bers in the Temple.
The light of the Office lamp falling
upon his quiet face, revealed mourn.
full and careworn expression not usual
to him.
He looked ten years older since his
marriage to Ellinor.
He had fought the attic of life, and
lost-lost in the great battle which
some hold so lightly, but which to
others is an earnest fight-lost in the
endeavor to win the wife he could so
tenderly and truly have loved.
He had now nothing left to him but
his profession-no other ambition-no
other hope.
II will work hard" he said, "that
she, though separated from me forever,
may still at least derive every joy, Of
those poor joys which money can buy,
from my labor"
He had heard nothing of either Hor-
ace Margrave's journey to Paris, his i'll
ness, or his death. He had no hope Of
being ever released from the oath which
bound him to silence-to silence which
he had sworn to preserve so long as
Horace Margrave lived.
Tired, but still persevering, and alb
sorbed in difficult case, which needed
all the professional acumen of the clever
young barrister, who read and wrote on
until past eleven o'clock.
just as the clocks were Ginning the
half hour after eleven, he heard the bell
of the outer door ring, as if pulled by
an agitated hand.
His chambers were on the first floor;
on the floor below were those of gen.
tleman who always left at six o'clock.
IL do not expect any one at such an
hour; but it may be for me-" he
thought
He heard his clerk open the door, and
went on writing without once lifting his
head.
Three minutes afterwards the door of
his own office opened, and a person en-
tered unannounced. He looked up sud-
denly. A lady dressed in mourning,
with her face entirely concealed by a
thick vail, stood near the door.
Madame" he said, with some sur
prise. may l ask" -
She came hurriedly from the door by
which she stood and fell on her knees
at his feet. throwing up her vail as she
did so.
"Ellinor!''
eyes. am in mourning for Horace
Margrave, my unhappy guardian. He
died week ago in Paris. He told me
all. Henry Dalton, my friend, my hus-
band, my benefactor, can you forgive
me?'
He passed his hand rapidly across his
eyes, and turned his face away from
her.
Presently he raised her in his arms,
and, drawing her to his breast, said in a
broken voice:
Ellinor. I have suffered so long and
so bitterly that l can scarcely bear this
great emotion. My dearest, my dar-
ling, my adored and beloved wife, are
we, indeed, at last set free from the ter
rible secret which has had such cruel
influence on our lives. Horace Mar
grave -
lis dead, Henry! once loved him
very dearly. 1 freely forgaye him the
injury he did me. Tell me that you for
give him, too"
From my Utmost heart, Ellinorr'
THE END.