The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-04-30

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her mingled always with the sad, sweet
measure Of that song.
The next day he was gone. Mar
guerite was conscious OF q terrible
loneliness, q bitter loss, when the fine,
manly figure had disappeared entirely
from her view, when the fair, proud
head and the handsome face which,
until the past week, had been so full
of sunny happiness, had gone forever
from her home. She might have
brought back the brightness to it with
only the word "hope," yet she could
not bring herself to speak it. She was
proud, far too proud-this beautiful
girl-ot her stainless old family name
with which no shade Of disgrace had
ever blent.
AS the months wore on Marguerite
realized to the full the bitterness of q
hopeless love. They heard from
Philip-that is, her guardian did, and
he was accustomed to repeat the on
tents of those letters to her, OCCASION
ally reading one aloud to her through
out. She never asked TO see them her
self, though often her heart aChed for
a sight of the words that his hand had
traced.
After q time the letters began to
breathe a spirit of content, then a
wOman's name crept into them, and
then it was not long ere Col. Tracy
informed his ward that Philip was
married.
1t was q terrible blowto Marguerite,
whose love for the bright, handsome
fellow was only less strong than her
indomitable 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 oma than her
self, it must be-who loved him and
scorned to sacrifice her happiness 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 o she learned something
which she had never before suspected.
Col. Tracy loved her, and laid heart
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passionate ardor of a young man.
Marguerite was utterly surprised. She
had no love for him, and so 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 whose pride for
bade him to ask twice.
She did not love him, but she enter
tanned respectful affection for him,
added to which was the knowledge so
fattering 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 / have loved
Philip Santwood-knowing that, if it
were not a sin now l would always
love him-you may do so, and | will
endeavor to the utmost to be a true
and affectionate wife,
So Marguerite Compton found her
self Mrs. Col. Tracy, q petted leader
OF fashion, the possessor of q naughty
name, and the idol of fond 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 a far happier wom-
an.
1t was in the second year of Sayir
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 devoted husband could
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 l~cyeliness of it's situation and the
beauty of its women, when Marguerite
sat on the deck of the steamer, apart
from all others, thinking sadly of that
evening OF her life when she had decid-
ed her fate against her own 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:
'Tn ne'er forget that night in June
Upon the Danube river"
How strange that this should be a
moonlit night in June, and that she
herself should be upon the Danube
riverl'
While her whole mind and heart were
back upon that never-to-be-forgotteE
evening, q dark shadow came between
her and the moonlight. She glanced
up involuntarily, and her heart al
most ceased its throbbing. There be-
lore her stood the hero other thoughts
Philip Santwood-looking down up
on her. One thing she had time to
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