The Penn's Grove record., 1885-03-07


hand In his.
Itsenta chill through Robert Armain's
veins. and Clars's brown eyes seemed To
he looking at him again in mute re
pr0achful love.
.sNot one word, Margaret, that / NAV
remember till We meet again on earth
OF in heaven Y'
They were standing IN the garden
among the flowers, Lieutenant Morrison
and Margaret Temple, the latter no
longer calm and cold, but flushed and
trembling, her eyes din with tears.
II am not worthy of youriOye, John, .
she answered; II have sold myself for
wealth. l am engaged to Robert
Armain."
Margaret, Margaresl'
SIT is true l snail be the mistress OF
the Court. Jack, l could never have
been your wife l could not marry a
poor man "
And you say you love me, Margaret
False-cruel."
II dol dol Heaven help me! /
cannot give my love to Robert Armain.
It IS all yours"
Margaret, n moment before you
90. We may never meet again i trust
we never shall"
She paused silently. For a moment
they looked at each other; then, sud-
denly breaking down, the young man
hid his face in his hands, sObbing out -
"On. Maggie, Maggiel And-I loved
you SO deariy!'
Jack, don't, for Heavens sakei The
Dean IS cOmingl' she exclaimed, glane'
ing up the path.
81 gu leave us tomorrow then, my
boy?" said the Dean as he drew near.
Yes, sir am come to say good
bye"
"Clare is in the drawlng-room. Come
in"
81 will say goodbye now, Mr.. Morrl-
son, y said Margaret calmly.
The Denis grave eyes were on them.
They shook hands and parted.
summer was casting down her crown
of flowers, reapers were busy in the
harvest. delds, and Robert Armain's
Eeddirg-day was drawing neal The
sunny days that had rlpened the fruits
of the earth had taught Robert Armatn
what a terrible mistake he had made.
The love he had scorned vas 0 pre-
cious to INN DOW than all the world be-
side, and he was plighted to Margaret,
A few weeks before his marriage be was
in the drawing-rOom with the two girls.
Miss Temple vas playing; her lover
stood beside the piano, but his eyes were
on CIare's face. The Deans daughter
was standing at the window, looking
across the close with eyes that dropped
d little beneath their lids.
"How 30 you like this new ltz2''
asked Margaret
Very pretty, " he answered absently,
She looked up at him.
"Ah, yoUar not listening-and Glare
is in cue of her daydTeamsl | don't
care to play to myself p and Miss Tenn
ole rose and shut the piano ia lofty dis
pleasure.
Nj. Armain made 40 attempt TO con-
ciiiate her; he turned away carelessly
without a word, aud crossed the room
to Ciare's side.
SO play that waltz again-it was
beautiful, Maggie, - she said, turning 10
Miss Temple,
81 am tired of playing, dear-I want
to write some letters" she returned
coldly as sue left the room.
Clare left the window, and took up
her work.
Maggie is booking very thin and
pale" she said. 'Golng abroad will
do her good"
"Clare, I did not think You would
have spoken 30 calmly Of my marriage. "
She rose, flushing Indignantly.
"Mr. Armain"
81 know you love me. Clare, 1 knew
it that night | asked your cousin to be
my wife. Fool that | was! Don't let
my mistake ruin both our lives"
"What do you meanP" she asked
haughtily.
Glare, 1 love you'll For Heavens
sake be mercifull Say but n word,
and you are mine for ever"
She looked at him coldly, scornfully.
Il loved you once, Mr.. Armain, but
then l thought you an honorable man
who would hold his plighted word
sacred. Loose my hand, please"
at is your pride that speaks, Clare;
| know you love me, Let your love
plead for. me-" he answered passion
ately.
Love you. Robert Armainl | utterly
desplse you'll" She snatched her hand
away, and haughtlly left the room, CIV
ing no heed to his pleading words.
Glare, Clare, listen one momentl"
She dared not remain. Her pride,
her keen sense of honor, her strong
will, could not destroy her love; 1t was
pleading wildly for Robert ATmain as
he spoke. In a moment more she would
have been clasped in his arms happiness
gained and honor lost.
Robert Armain spoke truly when he
told Glare that her cousin was a at mis-
tress for his fair ancestral home. As
lady of the Court she performed her
part well, and Mr.. Armain might well
have been proud of the fair stately
woman who ruled his household and
bore his name-his wife in all but the
love that IS the truest tie between man
and woman Bound together by VOWS
exchanged before Gods altar, they were
AdbkACk opdAS ia ANalk hhdu bribiU Lucll
weddlng-day.
They sat together In the pleasant
breakfast-room of the Court on the first
anniversary of their weddlng-dsy, lin
gering over their letters. Nj. Armain's
coffee was untouched; he had pushed
his plate back TO rest his head upon his
hands, while he read the letter before
him. 1t vas from the Dean. He had
been abroad with bis daughter during
most Of the past year; now they were
come home.
"Clare is almost herself again, wrote
the Dean; with tender care l trust she
will quite recover her health. She Is so
like her mother that 1t makes me trem-
BILE"
$50 the Dean IS come home, > Mrs.
Armain remarked, laying down the let
ter she had received from Glare.
"Yes," her husband answered.
Glare seems very home-sick," his
wife went ons "Dear child, l long to
see her again.
"What did her mother die Off" asked
Mr. Armaln, without raising his eyes.
''Of decline when she was very
young, The Dean almost broke his
heart, / have heard my mother say"
"Endsedi3' said Mr.. Armaln. He