Catoctin clarion., 1886-03-11

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and despair, holding out the little
white hands piteouslY toward MAJ
guerite.
/ Daisy, DAisyl'
She unconsciously uses the old pet
name; uncousciously lifts her white,
drawn face for the tender sympathy
which has never failed her.
oh, Daisy, Daisy, shall go mad
mad with longing unutterable; mad
with lonely heart sickness! Listen
Bob is singing all the old songs-the
songs t1at once held no meaning for
me; but now-I have spoiled his life,
Daisy; mine has been spoiled, but not
by-Oh, Daisy strained, un
natural voice-'do you realize it? New
er to see him-never to be near him.
The davs and weeks will link the IL
selves into years without him, and
ah, yes, l shall 90 mad!'
Marguerite clasps her iii her tender
lnotoerly arms, caressing the lovely,
pure face upturned to hers in such an
guish.
It had come at last Wild out
break for which Marguerite Leigh had
prayed Thank God for thai!
There arc neither tears nor soos;
nothing but that dcsparing cry--that
look Of infinite. passionate despair, hnt
even that is somvtling-a sign Of life
and feeling
For two weeks. ever since the news
of Denzil Westeiglls s marriage with
Il e haughty hc;ros9 she had ben like
piece of ma, ble-'ao coldIv caln, so
deadly f;tr-and Marguerite feared
for reason.
They had not noticed the forced
stoney calm so much ut first.
Not until all was over-not until
she WAS Bob Mack kpnzir's wife, did
they know the tr, th, that only III pride
and anger had she married him,
Yet he never blamed her, it WAS moi
his way.
He had tried to interest her, as for
wears he had tired TO win her love
the love winch bad gone 50 entirely 10
the handsome, dejonn1lre yonng stran
gcl-wAi had been his Summer guest
at the Fms.
1T WAS not her faul', lie told him
self. She mad been frank with him
when she h,d lifted her lovely white
face to his and said
/ / do not love YOU, Bob, but | will.
make you good wife, if yon wish.
III he wished! Great heavens! wien
all his life he had idolized her! Bat he
could not help asking, with quake Of
fear:
What is it, Le,? Of course | wish
it-how could it b, otherwise? But
can trust YOU in any way?
And in his mad Worship and joy he
had not thought it odd when she an
swerel- -coldly still and strange:
Yes. Make me your wife as soon AS
possible, Bob.
AHd-he took her at her word.
Then came that other knowledge
+. the knowledge which he had know"
must come yet under the agony of it,
Acknowledgements and Bob-surmls"d
much of that beautiful. summers pitt
ful results.
How the honor Of an engaged mali
was forgotten before the beauty Of ii
/ face--a summer Irritation on his part
the scar to MIR life on hers; thea
he had remembered his homer E. and
pasyel from her life, he life winch he
in his seltishEess had spoiled Or per-
haps it had been unc1nsciously that he
had at first won the love Of the pretty
merry young village artist.
At any rate, "he loved and rode
away :" she loved with the love which
Was her doom
The moments slip by and still the
two sisters talk-the one wildly, pas
sionately abandoned in h'r own grief +;
the oth"r tenderIy soothing and pray
ful-pieau ng Tor Bob Mackenzie
Send HIM to Ile, Daily. will }ou?
Leo whispered at last. Ill should
never have married hlm--never y Two
wrongs cannot make one right.
What ever Can repay for our ruined
lives! AMI think | will ring for
lights"
That was something gained and
Marguerite goes softly from the room,
silent and uimmed, while Leo turns
again to the bleak, stormy scene with
out.
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