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question Tor me. Think how you first
saw mellow you took me from o de-
pendent position, and gave me love,
trust, and every thing worth living for
Oh, my husband, how good you have
been to me - ~N
Marion Wrey spoke the truth. In
linking his life with hers Cuthbert had
made no grand alliance. She brought
him neither wealth nor influence. Ten
years ago he had met her at the house
of clerical friend. the Rev. Mr. Wayne.
She was pale, sad, but beautiful girl,
who had awakened his interest at once.
For some time she had been acting as
governess to his friends children. A
faint resemblance she bore to the first
woman lie ever loved appealed to Cuth-
bert and after seeing her few times
interest grew to admiration, and admit
ration eliminated in love. He was not
q man to inger long in suspense One
day he went to her and asked her to be
his wife pleading for the gift of her
love in so earnest way, that she could
not fail to understand the depth of the
passion he felt Yet the girl hesitated
She made no secret of the fact that she
loved him but begged for u couple of
DAYS grace before she gave him the
promise he craved. Puzzled. but hope
full, he left her. returning at the time
specified for her answer.
Marion took his hand. IT have
thought and thought" she said, "but /
cannot decide. Will you take me just
as I am-iust as You lind me without
one question as to my pass, or one
allusion to it? My life has been a bit
ter one and if I became your wife, let
me bury and utterly blot out the past.
Will you, can You do this?"
With q lover impetuousity, he vowed
that neither now nor hereafter did he
care or would he wish to know anything
save and except that she loved him !;
and as. without shadow of evil in
them. her G ear eyes met his, he knew
that he should never regret or wish to
break the VOW.
IF. she said after pause" if You
think ask too much, go to Mr.. Mayne ;
he knows my history. 1t is sad one
so sad, that I should like to think you
never heard it.
But Cuthbert preferred to trust en-
tirely, and keep his promise, like the
loval man he was Ii there had been
sorrow, let it be buried forever. Marion s
happiness was his future charge.
They We're married almost immedi-
ately, and from that hour every trace
of sadness vanished from Marion's face.
Every day, her husband thought, she
grew more beautiful She was twenty
six when Cuthbert married her; and
now, ten years afterward, she was fair,
refined, dignified woman, fit to move in
the best society, and doing the honors
of her house to, often, distinguished
visitors with perfect grace and COM
posure. Dearly as she loved her hus.
band much as she longed for his constant
presence, she was no bar to the success
of his ambition. His aims were hers,
and she could make any sacrifice to
compass what he had at heart. No
husband and wife could have been better
matched, and none love better.
Yet CuthberJ decided not to tell her
the purport of Mr.. Dunn's visit, until
something more definite was ascertained.
The next day he went up to town, and
made arrangements with noted inquiry
agent to send some one at once to San
Erauciso, in the hope of getting some
information about man, name unknown,
who fourteen years ago, was shot like a
dog in gambling saloon. I hen, dis
missing, so far as he could, the whole
thing from his mind, he went back to
what holiday he could allow himself
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