The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-04-01

was to dream of coronets and court
presentations.
when Mr.. Delamayn declined to
stif ltom his third story room where,
ne dtclared, he was perfectly COM
Mftable, or TO avail himself of the
nutntions showered upon him, pub.
lisenthusiasm was maniftsily y abaled,
anu When the news of his engage
n'ent and approaching marriage to
Marlon Denni>On was announced, the
letiale portion of the community in.
stanily declared its conviction that
ne was an impostor, that it had
known so all along and that any one
could see it with half an eye. Her
fat'ler did not like the match.
lie knows too much for lord, !,
Mafion," he said. "and he won't
lveanyHecount of himself, II Your
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without knowing who / am. or seek.
Ing to know who am. or more than
this-that love her and will provide
for her. When / hinied that he
cou Id afford to be magnanim0us,
knowing ! was rich. heasked: Have
! asked about Miss Marion's for.
funce" and true enough he hasn't ;
but l don't kancy him, Marion. and
it's utterly unbu>iness like" the
crowning otftnse in Mr.. DenniSOn'S
eyes. However. my dear, you're OF
aye. and you always have had your
own way. SO marry him if you insist
on il. If the worst comes TO the
worst, you can always come back to
me-"
"Come back if had been deceived
back to this little town OF tattlers ~
said Marion, scornfully. "Y0u know,
father. that l never would do that-I
would die first. But love Walter
and l will trust him and marry
him !"
She did, and only a few days later,
after very brief bridal tour. she and
her husband babe the old man fare.
well, as he sailed from New York to
South America, summoned thither
iy news of peril to railroad enter
prise in which he was largely in.
terpsted.
"And so you really, truly love me,
Marion ?" asked her husband. after
dinner that evening. rs they sat To.
gether; her head reclining on his
shoulder and her hand in his.
"Do you-can you doubt it ?" was
her answer.
"Bui is it myself you love? Could
you Tomorrow. if our fortunes were
changed from what you think them
come with me and face the world in
the fierce, thankless struggle n p00l
man must fight for his daily bread
Could you I've my wife for worse a.
wtlIas fer better--in poverty even Il.
i'm wealth p
"What silly nOnsene you talk
But why do you ask ?" she said, nerv
OusIy. struck by the seriousness o
his tone.
Because, my dear" he said, hesi'
tatinsIy, "your husband is II sales
man at Hauptnlann's. at $500 a year
and his holiday ends Tomorrow
Nay, do not curse me-do not lurr
from me"--
"a salesman ?" she said, springine
from her seat. and rising to the ful
height "then you deceived me
And you call yourseIfa IA man and pre-
tended that you loved me !" and will
a moan she sank down beside tn,
sofa and buried her face in her hands
red to her throat with passion ant
Indignation.
"If have deceived you, Marion, ,
he said. in low and broken tones ri
haye deceived you it was because
ofmv love-my heart-hunger for YOU
To win you, would not the Angel o
Truth himself put on the garS o
hlsphonl Forgive me for my pas
sim--my worship of you! l vii
work for you, but do no desert me-
cnIy let me he near you aud see yo,
smile sometimes, and kiss the hem q
your garment. Besides, you said yo'
loved me and cared not who l was I
Aye, that was the worst of all, f.
when she revnlved the matter in he
mind he had not deceived her afte
all. She had deceived herself, ant
she had found that where she though
all WIS love much in reality wa
pride and vulgar ambition. And fO
this discovery she hated-him. an,
not herself.
"The law has made me your WIFE
your chattel," she SAID ut last, cOldl,
and with bitterness. land it is m.
duty to follow you. With you vii
| remain hnt I Cnn nOyor navor Inv