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

and your wife, too? We must not
forget them!"
'FMy wife!" She saw the astonish-
ment in his eyes even at that dreadful
moment. 81 never he'd 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 light~ing into
her mind, she regretted with all the
loyalty of a true, if not a 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, Marguerite-the
woman I love-" he replied, G half-sav-
age Joy ringing in his tones. alt is my
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 himself!' .
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
her madly yet, and she-ah, heaven!
how she had loved him! This was a
night Of danger. If anything should
happen that would set her free
She checked herself then. What a
wicked-what a horrible thought!
Just then her husband hoated past
them, clinging with a white, desparing
face to a portion of the wreck. He
seemed exhausted and about to sink.
"Oh, save HIM" she cried again, in
agony at her own wiCkedness.
Philips face appalled, her. Upon it
was pictured the fearful struggle going
on in his soul-love, hatred, jealousy,
indecision.
81 cannot save you BOTH" he said,
hoarsely.
Then him first" said Marguerite,
with desperate passion in her voice.
"Oh, Philip, if l am lost it will not be
through any sin OF yours; but if you
leave him purposely to die unaided, it
will be-murder."
Philips face seemed to grow eve
winter as she breathed those last
words with terrible distinctness.
81 see," he said quietly. II will do
all in my power"
Perhaps he might atonefor his broth
er's crime, was the new thought which
stirred his soul toits depths.
Marguerite, clinging to the tiny raft
where Philip had left her lit was scarce
ly large enough to hold two persons),
saw her husband snatched almost
from the jaws Of death by the man
whom they had both so mercilessly
wronged, with a feeling ofintense thank
fulness to heaven too deep for words.
She felt a horror now at the mere
thought of how she and Philip might
have profited by her husbands death.
1t was fortunate that the accident
occurred so near the town, for just
there the river ran swiftly, and few
could have been saved without the aid
that speedily came from Linz.
81 have saved him for your sake,
Marguerite" whispered Philip, as they
met each other at the side of her res
cued and almost lifeless husband.
GOD bless you'll" she answered,
pressing his hand, as she knelt beside
the PROSTATE form of the colonel.
But Col. Tracy's days were number
ed. All was done for him that medi.
cal skill could do in that quaint old
German city. But he was no longer
young, and his nervous system hadre
ceived a terrible shock, from which he
could not recover. He died, and there
on the shore of the beautiful blue
Danube" he was buried.
Two years passed quietly away.
Mrs. Tracy had spent them in travel,
and had but lately returned to her
native land. She and Philip SAINT.
wood had parted at Linz, without a
word Oh a pledge for the future, and
they had never met since. Yet she
was not surprised when he suddenly
appeared In her drawing-room one ev.
ening, and spoke once more of his 10y.
al love for her.
II have never loved any other, Mar.
guerite," said he. eff / may again Of
fer the name that has"
"Hushl" she answered, lifting her
white, jeweled hand, with a smile that
softened all the dark beauty of her
face. "Your noble conduct at Linz
had redeemed your name from all dis
honor in my eyes. And, even we've it
otherwise, how dare |, in my sinful
pride, condemn youfor another sin?"
A Story of Six Deuces.