Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-02-18
for you, know, with world of love in
her noble heart -

for you, know, with 3 world of love in
her noble heart"
Oscar went directly it may be said that
he walked rapidly to the Royden cottage.
When be had reached it, he observed that
it was partially closed. Mr.. Royden was
at the Casino; Mrs. Royden was indulging
her sorrow for her dearly beloved son by
reading, in her own chamber, weekly
| journal devoted to Jenkinsism.
| Oscar rang the bell. The door was
opened Immediately, and by Margaret.
She was dressed in pure white muslin, a
red rose bud at her breast, and another in
her hair. She gave him both hands how
they thrilled his own-and he led her into
the large, cool drawing-room, where they
stood for few moments, looking into each
others eyes. Then he released her hands,
stepped back, and said, Margaret, you
are free woman"
"Iknew it, Oscar.
He opened his arms wide, and she leaped
into them with burning cheeks, bounding
pulses, and passionate kisses, given and re.
| ceived.
While he held her tightly, and while
her whole being throbbed, he said in
tremuous tone, ''I've heard you
called an intellectual icicle. What joy it
is, Margaret, to know that you are an emo
tional fame.
cam 1, darling?" Well, I'm now what
Nature made me. For two years I've been
frozen with horror. I've melted now; /
feel as if were all heart"
Be always as you are, my precious child.
feel all heart myself. Let us ever De but
two hearts, beating, with love and happi.
ness, into one"
"This," she murmured, with her head
| on his breast, sis recompense for all.
| felt that it must come and yet it seemed
sometimes as if it never would. o how
sweet it is, my darling, to owe my deliver
ance to you p
Mot to me alone, dearest. My friend,
| Charles Archer, has aided me from the
first. Without him l might not have sue
ceeded. He shall be your friend, too, shall
he not ?"
HE is already, the noble fellow. l
admired him, Oscar, even before l had
seen YOU"
Now that the anxiety and dread are
| over, it seems as if they had not been. The
happiness of the present hour makes
everything else unreal. How love you,
Margaret And yet believe have never
said SO before"
"No, you never have"
"Nor have you ever said that you
love me, my blessed girl"
"I've acted it, however, my darling boy,
for the last few minutes / don't know
when first loved you; can hardly tell
when did not"
81 never knew until now how beautiful
you were, Margaret.
"All those we love are beautiful. Love
is the essence of beauty. Whata memora-
BILE day this will be in our lives Its
whiteness will shine through all eternity.
/ How overjoyed my poor father will be
when he learns that that terrible man will
| torment him no more. | believe, dear,
that my father will be different, very differ
ent, now that he is delivered from that
hideous wretch. How proud he will be to
have you for son. You viii be to him,
darling all that poor Philip was-not.
What was TIE dreadful secret that that
monster was possessed of? You see that l
am true daughter of Eve
"You shall know in due time, Margaret.
We will not mar these blissful minutes by
anything that is unpleasant. And you do
love me ?"
"With my soul of souls.
TIE same evening Oscar again invited Ar
cher to visit Margaret He promised that he
would with pleasure, but added: 81 do
not somehow have any luck with women. !"
" How so, Charles q
"The women that love me don't love,
and the women that love don's love ne"
81 don't see why you should say so.
When you talk of women you're always
enigmatical."
"You don't understand, my dear boy
you ought not to. A man who loves, and
is loved in return, is the happiest, and
the dulless of mortals
"Perhaps so. What do you propose to
do next, Charles? You always have on
hand come enterprise for the benefit of
others
81 propose now to be good American !;
| to STAY at home, and do all I can for my
/ own country. The Old World is the world
of the past and Of history very interesting
and very artificial. The New World is the
world of the future, of exhaustless re-
sources, of fresh truths; the world where
the great questions of humanity and free
| government are to be satisfactorily and
permanently settled
"You are an idealist, my dear Charles
quitting his arm about him). You're al
ways doing good and yet you never seem
to get any recompense Tor all your good
ness"
"No recompense, Oscar? How can you
say SO, when in the midst OF my Universities