The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-01-18

to the utmost to be true and affection
ate wife,"
So Marguerite Compton found herself
Mrs. Col. Tracy, petted leader Of FASH
ion, the possessor of q naughty name,
and tho idol of fond husbands heart.
Yet now, when it was too late, she
knew that could she but share Philip
Santwood's young, clouded life, and
wear that stained name of his, she would
be far happier woman.
1t was in the second year of her mar
riage that she and her husband made
the tour Of Europe. They had visited
many of the principal cities; Mrs. Tracy
had been presented at court, and was
rs much admired as her proud and de-
voted husband could possibly desire
and now they were sailing down the
Danube.
They had passed many picturesque
villages and ancient ruins on the shores
of that grand and storied river, and were
nearing Linz, celebrated for the lovli-
ness Of it's situation and the beauty of it's
women, when Marguerite sat on the
deck of the steamer, apart from all 9TH
ers, thinking sadly Of that evening in
her life when she had decided her fate
against her own happiness. How vivid
ly the words of the song came back to
her, as she leaned over The railing and
looked down at the greenish-blue waters
below:
I'm ne'er forget that night in June
Upon the Danube river"
How strange that this should be- q
moonlit night in June. and that she her:
self should be upon the Danube riverl'
While her whole mind and heart were
back upon that never-to-be-forgotten
evening, dark shadow came between
her and the moonlight. She glanced up
involuntarily, and her heart almost
ceased its throbbing. There before her
stood the hero of her thoughts Philip
Santwood-looking down upon her. One
thin she had time to notice as he came
toward her-his proud, fair face looking
almost stern in the moonlight old
fashioned love was in his eyes,
One instant her heart thrilled wildly
as she saw it; then as he came nearer,
there was terrible noise, and awful
shock; then flames were issuing from the
steamer, and men, women and children
were struggling for their live in the wa
tiers of the Danube.
When Mrs. Tracy opened her eyes af-
ter the first stunning jar of the explosion,
she found herself claeped in the arms of
Philip Santwood, who was making hero
ic efforts to save her.
"Oh, Philip" she cried, with her first
breath, ''where is my husband, and your
vile. too? We must not forget themy'
My wife!' She saw the establishment
in his eyes even in that dreadful mo-
ment. II never had a wife, Marguerite.
Did he tell You So"
"Yes," she answered.
And then, as the treachery of her hus-
bands scheme to win her love from
Philip flashed like lightning into her
mind, she regretted with all the loyalty
ola true, if not loving wife, that she
had betrayed it to his rival.
Save hlm-oh save him first Philipr'
she pleaded. anxiously.
woman | love-" he replied, half-savage
Joy thrilling in his tones tbs my duty
and my pleasure to aid you. He is q
man, and my enemy. / am under no
obligation to him. Let him take care of
himself!''
For one instant Marguerite lay with
closed eyes in Philips arms, thinking
almost that she was in heaven. He had
never married. another; he loved her
nadly yet, and she-ah, heavenl how
she had loved him! This was night of
danger. Ifanything should happen that
| would set her free
She checked herself then. What a
| wicked-what horrible thought! Just
| then!her husband foated pastthem cling
| ing with white, despairing lace to a por.
ton of the wreck. He seemed exhaust
ed and about to sink.
20, save himw she cried again, in ag-
ony at her own wickedness.
Philips face appalled, her. Upon it
was pictured the fearful struggle going
on in his soul-love, jealousy, hatred,
indecision.
II cannot save you bath" he said,
hoarsely.
"Then him first" said Marguerite,
with desperate passion in her voice.
20, Philip, if L am lost it will not be
through any sin of yours, but if you will
leave him purpose1y to die unaided, it
will be-murder."
Philips face seemed to grow even
whittier as she breathed that last word
with terrible distinctness.
II see," he said, quietly. II will do
| what can"
Perhaps he might now atone for his
! brothers. crime, was the new thought
which stirred his soul to its depths.
| Marguerite clinging to the tiny raft
| where Philip had left her ct was scarce
! iy large enough to hold two persons) saw
| her husband snatchet: almost from the
jaws of death by the man whom they
| had both so mercilessly wronged, with
feeling of intense thankfulness to heav-
| en- too deep for words. She felt hor-
| ror now at the mere thought of how she
| and Philip might have profted by her
| husbands death.
It was fortunate that the accident &C.
Cured so near the town, for just there
the river ran swiftly, and few could have
been saved without the aid that speedily
| came from Linz.
~ have saved him for your sake,
Marguerite" whispered Philip as they
but almost lifeless husband.
"God bless you p she answered, pres
sing his hand as she knelt beside the
| PROSTATE form of the co.onel.
But Col. Tracy's days were numbered.
| All was done for him that medical skill
could do in that quaint old German city.
But he was no longer young, and his
nervous system had received shock from
which he could not recover: He died,
and there, on the shores of the "beauti-
full blue Danube" he was buried.
Two years passed quietly away. Mrs.
Tracy had spent them in travel, and had
but lately returned to her native land,
She and Philip Santwood had parted at
Linz with out a word or pledge for the
future, and they had never met since.
Yet she was not surprised when he sud-
denly appeared in her drawing-room
one evening and spoke once more of
his loyal love for her.
II have never loved any other,
Marguerite" he said. "1f1 may dare
to again offer you the name that"
"Hush!" she answered., lifting her
white jeweled hand, with smile that
softened all the dark beauty Of her face.
"Your noble conduct at Linz has re-
deemed your name from all dishonor in
my eyes, and even were it other wise,
how dare ], in my sinful pride condemn
you for another's sin?''
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