The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-05-07

informed his ward that Philip was
married.
1t wasa terrible blowto Marguerite,
whose love for the bright, handsome
fellow was only less strong than her
indomituhle pride. She could have
recalled him, but she would not,
though her heart longed for his
presence.
Now it seemed that he had found
some one-a truer woman than her
self. it must be-who loved HIM and
scorned to sacrifice her happinessu and
his for his brothers crime.
But it was too late now to think Of
what might have been, so she kept on
In her round Of social gaietles, trying
to hide her remorse and regret undera
more notwithstanding face than OF
old.
And now she learned something
which she had never before suspected.
Col. Tracy loved her, and laid heart
and fortune at her feet with all the
passionate ardor OF q young man.
Marguerite was utterly surprised. She
had no love for him, and 20 she refus-
ed him as gently as she could.
But the love OF the middle-aged man
OF the world was not to be dismissed
as easily as the youth whosepridefor-
babe him to ask twice.
She did not love him, but she enter
tanned respectful affection for him,
added to which a the knowledge so
iiattering to her pride that, out OF the
whole world full OF fair woman, he,
the handsome cultured man of socie-
ty, should have chosen her. AT length
she said to HIM, with simple frank
ness.
Dear guardy, if you are willing to
take me, knowing how l have loved
Phliln misunderstanding that, if it
We're not a sin now l would always
love hlm-you may do SO, and l will
endeavor to the utmost to be q true
and atfectionate wife"
So Marguerite Compton found her
self Mrs. Col. Tracy, a petted leader
OF fashion, the possessor OF n naughty
name, and the idol ofafond husbands
heart. Yet now, when it was too late,
she knew could she but share Philip
Santwood's young, clouded life, and
wear that stained, rejected name of
his she would be q far happier WON
an.
1t was in the second year OF their
marriage 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 as much admired as
her proud and devotedhusband could
desire; they were sailing down
the Danube.
They had passed many picturesque
villages and ancient ruins on the
shores OF that grand and STORED river,
and were nearing Linz, celebrated for
the loneliness OF its situation and the
beauty OF its women, when Marguerite
sat on the deck OF the steamer, .part
from all Others. thinking sadly of that
evening OF her life when she had decid-
ed her fate against herown happiness.
How wildly the words OF the song
came back to her, as she leaned over
the railing and looked down at the
green-blue waters below:
I'm ne'er forget that night in Iune
Upon the Danube river
How strange that this should be a
mooniit night in June, and that she
herself should be upon the Danube
river"
While her wholemind andheart were
back upon that never-to-be.forgotten
evening. a dark shadow came between
her and the moonlight. She glanced
most ceased its throbbing. There be
fore her stood the hero other thoughts
Philip Santwood-looking down up
on her. One thing she had time to
notice as he came towards her-his
proud, fair face looking almost stern
in the moonlight-the old-fashioned
love was III his eyes.
One instant her heart thrilled wildly
as she ~ it; then, as he came nearer,
there was Il terrible noise, an awful
shock; then flames were issuing from
the steamer, and men, women and
children were struggling for their lives
in The waters OF the Danube.
When Mrs. Tracy opened her eyes
after the first stunning jar OF the ex-
plosion, she found herself clasped in
the arms OF Phillip Santwood, who.
WAS making heroic efforts to save her.
"Oh, Phillip she cried, with her
first breath, "Where is my husband
and your wife, too? We must not
forget them,'
MY wife,," She saw the astonish-
ment in his eyes even at that dreadful
moment. II never had a wife, Mar
g~uerite. Did he tell you SOP"
And then, as the treachery of her
husbands scheme to win her love
from her flashed like lightning into
her mind, she regretted with all the
loyalty OF a true, il not u loving wife,
that she had betrayed it to his rival.
"Save him-oh save him first, Phil
ip!" she pleaded, anxiously.
"You are a woman, Marsuerite-the
woman | love-" he replied, g half-sav-
age Joy ringing in his tones. at ismy
duty and my pleasure to aid you. He
is a man, and my enemy. am I'M
der no obligation to him. Let him
take are OF himsrlf!"
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
how she had loved him! This was a
night OF danger. Ii anything should
happen that would set her free
She checked herself then. What Il
wicked-what u horrible thought!
Just then her husband tioated past
them, clinging with a white, desparing
face to a portion of the wreck. He
seemed exhausted and about to sink.
ooh, say him!" she cried again, in
agony at her own wickedness.
Philips face appalled, her. Upon it
was pictured the fearful struggle going
or in his soul-love, hatred, jealousy,
indecision.
81 cannot save you both" he said,
%hoarsely.