Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-03-11

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hands, was Margaret Armaln. She was
trembling with intense emotion, Clare
saw, as she knelt down by her side.
maggie, Maggie, wat ails you?"
"Clsrei'' Her hands dropped from
her face, which she vainly strove to
bring back to its usual calmness She
rose slowly. "Why have you come
here? Who sent your" she asked
| fiercely.
81 came to see you, No one sent me
What is it. dear? What sorrow have
you which do not sharep"
| Nonsense | was little hysterical
that's all. foolish child-GrievIng be-
cause Robert is away" Mrs. Armain
returned with laugh-Such laugh
it made Glare shddder.
"Your face is more truthful than
your voice, Maggie. | know you are in
| trouble-can't L help you to bear itf
Don't yoa remember when We were
children?"
GOOD Heaven" Mrs. Armain ex-
me mad? | must forget | ever was
child, ever anything but a lost woman
lost, lost for this world and tire nextl
/ Don't touch my hand-don't come near
me, Clare. l sold myself once for
wealth, and found my golden servitude
was misery now L sell myself again,
body and soul, honor and far name. for
a little happlnes Loose my hands,
| Clare. Get up"
No, mol Maggie, tell me what l
think isn't true. Tell me I'm false to
all our old love, to the love | bear you
now, to think you could sin so deeply.
Maggie, Maggie, tell me Pm wrong,
| for Heavens sake, for your angel
mothers sake, for the sake of our happy
| childhood-tell me It isn't truel''
For ore awful moment lhere was ST.
/ lence in tue room where Clare knelt at
| her cousins feet. Then Margaret Ar
main unclasped the hands that cIung to
her, and answered.
SIT is. Get up and go home. You
cannot, shall not save me, You will
/ never see me again-neyerl"
Clare did not rise or speak-a dumb
chill horror had crept over her; her face
grew cold and rigid, and with low cry
she fell forward upon the floor, uncon-
/ scious.
Mrs Armain lifted ner up and laid
her upon a couch. AS she bent over
4 her Ill terror, the curtains parted aud
| Captain Morrison entered. A hot flush
rose to his face as he recogn Zed Clare.
Even her white still face had power to
reproach.
us she llI2 Has she fsinted2"
| Margaret turned 10 him. For a mo-
ment she could not speak; and never,
/ in all the horrors of India, had Jack
seen such agony as was written on her
/ face.
"She is dead, think " she said. IN
her by telling the truth. It needed only
/ this"
For one moment Captain Morrison
bent over c are.
Ring for helpl viii 20 for doc
l tor and the Dean"
He had LETT the house the next in
slant, on his way to Dodington.
II was dusk before Jack returned to
the Court. In the hall he met the doc
tor, who answered sadly the young mans
questioning look.
''She is dying, Captain Morrison; she
I udS DIOhcu d D4pOt-NcSocl-
"Dying. doctorP"
The answer was interrupted. Mrs.
Armain came down the wide stairs to
Jacks side.
"She wants you. Doctor, you are
not going?"
~ shall stay here tonight, Mrs. Ar
main," he answered gravely.
She bowed and turned again 70 Jack.
"Come." He followed her up the
stairs, but at the library door she stopped.
81 had nearly forgOtten-I must tele-
graph to Mr.. Armain."
Jack watched her while she wrote the
few words and gave directions TO the
servant. in wonder at her calmnesS.
"You must be very quiet" she said,
as she Joined him again and led the way.
Once more she stopped at the door of
the chamber of death. The Dean was
praying with his daughter.
Something in the old mans voice
touched Jack Morrison more than all.
and in an agony OF remoTss and sorrow
he knelt down by the chamber door aud
wept. Margaret looked al him wonder
ingly. but she did not speak. There was
movement IN the room. Margaret
heard ClaTe's voice, and she opened the
door and entered. The Dean silently
clasped Jacks hand, and led him to the
bedside.
'She wants to bid you good bye, " the
old man faltered.
81 am dying, Jack. Oh, jack"
She stopped; her eyes spoke the rest
all her fear and pain and sorrowful
shame.
He bent over her and kissed her.
"You have saved Us, Clare; you have
lost your life 10 save u.s."
81 am glad" she said family. She
closed her eyes for little, and then she
spoke again. ''Jack, won't you try TO
be good man? We were always like
brother and sister. Won't you try to
meet me in Heayen?"
~ will swear it, Clare. Heaven
bel ing me, will"
Margaret was standing by the bedside
At these words she spoke.
81 cannot promise to be q good
woman, but / promise, dear, TO be
true and faithful wife,
There were few words after this.
Through the evening the three watched
in the silent room where death already
cast its shadow. Towards midnight
another came to Join them-Mr. Ar.
main. Clare knew him and called him
by his old familiar name.
"You will be kind to Margaret,
BobY'
Those were her last words. As an-
other day was boru she died quietly,
without struggle.
Directly after the funeral Captain
Morrison left Dodington for India He
had thrown up his commission and ac-
cepted an appointment N the City of
Palaces.
Many years nave passed since then,
but Jack has not revisited mis- native
land. He is a rich Ole bachelor, and
many councils are held in DOdingtoR as
to who will Inherit the money be has to
leave.
The gosslps talk too of the probable
heir of the Court. which has become
very much neglected. Mr.. Armsin has
no children-a fact that accounts in
many minds for his worn, wretched
face and the faded beauty of his naughty
wife. Day by day they are counting
the cost of marrying without love.