The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1883-01-10

O'ceht ioFc'i dlu tut lVInhuce WAS ~
NEST fcfsotten.
It was the anniversary Of her we'd
ding day, and Marjorie sat alone
when a knock sounded on the cottag,
door. shefuse andopened it.
John Harwood stood upon th'
threshold. /, was his first visit sine,
the uIserance of his fatal prophecy
Let me come in MarjorieI' he
pleaded. my hearts starving, but
! didn't dare come, for fear lest you'd
blame me that my words came true.
Silently she held open the door
and he passed in and took a chair.
Haven't you forgotten him yel?''
heasked, andthere was almost iierte-
mess ia his tone.
Hush she answered, I'VE will
talk Of other things
S9fourselyes, my girl, maybe. oh,
Marjorie don't les all ste foikssaeas
yopare searihs thessillowyetfor d
man chat deserted YOU thatmaybe
BhadIanp!her wife beyond the seasI
Haven't / proved my loyeIandmSi
faith, and won't you give IL itsres
ward al slast2 Isheser reststill you.
are my wife. Oh, Marjorie, don't de-:
lnysme!''
Would you marry q corpse, She
said slowly, after q minutes pauses
Sand what's sbody without t5hesrtor
soul but q corpseS No, JohnTd.
only make you more miserable Be.
sides, there is some mystery behind
all this, and one day 1 shall ind III
iouti' q
$ a mystefya Nonsense, girlM he
answered, roughly. tYoa make the
mystery, like all silly women. Be
sensible, and show The world that
Alex Winston has not blighted your
life. lll try tothake you happy
indeed Twill, my little glrlli
utthispleading was in vain. The
only difference u made was that no
day passed nov that she did not see
him.
I He did not speak agafnofhisloye,l
and sometimes would sit imperfect
silenceby her side; but every g day
form gfesmore ftagileand|
theslarge eyes bigget.. y
X Thegtief'to which Marjorie would
giveino outward vent was creeping
like insidious poison through her
veins. erheayy burden ssheisouldl
sonn lay down. q
Thisthe man seemed not TO sps-
until, evening, speaking
her, shegaye no answer, and bendsI
ingoyeriher, he discovered She bad
sSooned!in,h her chair When shesre.I
covered ciopsness, she smiled.
1T is nothing" she said. aI5baye
grown used toit. Only when IL allI
isSoyer, John, you will tell Alex ifI
you. seehim, thattny love wasstrongsl
Br than9my lite.Sg
9You mean 'hegasped,l lhoarssly,
u mean that | am dying, John.
Alb, you will forgive me now the
wrong 1neyer meant to doyouln
But like one gone mad, John Haf.
wood rushed from thereon andhoGse.
Thenext day, Marjorie looked for
HMM vain, and theme andlnext,
firstlSitha dull pain That he, too,
had forsakeniher, and then III quiet
apathy as her own weakness grew
upon her, and she fell. the end Ras
near. Every day il was
more and more effort 70 rise; and all
last she ceased to make Il, and lay
white andlstill upon herpi pillows.
soshe @as3lyihg one evening in
the twilight, when che heard the
front ltorsoftly and a mans
the outer room. AT her
door he paused. Thetwilight gray
wrapped his ,fgdre in its indistinctI
gloom, but she saw aud Recognizable 4
ItSas Alex who stood before her.
Nota tlssh:and blood Alex shas, Of
course, was impossible but d spirit
sMyloye she called, !Ah, Godihas
sent me an angel wearing hisshapele
But, ilol as she spoke the figure
moved forward, andfell With lgtoan
on It's knees beside her,
aMarjoriel Forgive r1ele be MUIR
tnuredj djapd then be told her all:
Flushed with vine and exultsn.
with happiness, lie Had gone outtha!t
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