Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-10-25

GUIDE aunt, girl, an0 tel per LIZ Maken-
zie says she's neglectin her duty. I'm
hearin strange an wicked tales O. ye,
Margurth
1t was dusk when she reached the little
cottage How long she had wandered in
her crushing grief she did not know The
door stood open, and as she crossed the
threshold her foot touched PROSTATE
figure 1t noaned as she bent over it,
and Margurth cried in suddep horror,
Aunt, auntP'
By great exertion she succeeded in get
ting her on the bed, and then she threw
her little shawl over her head and started
for the village The way had never been
SO long before. yet she had never gone SO
fast. At last she stood before the house
of the English doctor, who had recently
come there. and hurriedly rang the bell
She could not go 20 Dr.. Mackenzie. who
had dosed her aunt with harmless pills
for years The doctor was ct home. and
looked sharply at her as she made known
her errand.
You ere cold and tired. my girl" he
said, come in and rest.
Ma, IA Gamma" she cried, breath
lessly. Haste, guide mon, oh, make
haste-she's like to deei' It seemed to
way TO blame for her aunt's seizure.
The doctor shook his head when he saw
the patient She might live month, he
said, and she might live only till morn
ing He gave Margurth some medicine
for her and then went away. promising to
look in again the next day.
One week, two weeks passed and then
the stern soul was forever at rest. 1t
k1 bo-
gurth had time TO think Of herself and
her own future The events of that af
ternoon had so faded before the tragedy
that followed, that it was not until now
that she remembered how near fair night
had come. Fer mind was in an agony of
hope and fear, belief and foreboding Her
days were full of waking terrors, her
nights, of fearsome dreams The min
lister called to advise with her as to her
future, and was willing enough to receive
her into his own family, her aunt having
left her all the little wealth accumulated
by years Of toll, but Margurth seemed
scarcely TO hear him, and only said,
Wait wee, sir, an let me speir wi ny
sell afore ! say 'ay' or ma. >"
Il am fearful, Margurth, that what the
evil tongues say has some foundation o.
truth. | will return 70 you when you
are acquent wi your own mind, >" said the
good man, half angrily, as he took his
leave. Il shall send my sister TO be wi
YOU till you haze decidit. A"
Twas fair day fast sinking into night.
All day long knots Of girls had gathered
among the gay booths or under the trees
st the edge of the grounds, discussing
some project which seemed to cause mirth
for al, and to which one fair haired girl
cried 'shamet'-8 cry which was drowned
in laughter. As the dusk deepened they
stealthily left the place and IN the early
dark gathered around a little cottage in
the outskirts Of the village. st first there
was laughing and rsppIng ct the doors,
and cries Of 'MargurthP then one or
two stopped and threw handfuls of mud
at the shining windows; and finally one,
more bold than the rest, pushed open the
door and led them in TO wreak their chaS-
tisemeDt on the unhappy girl within.
But Margurth was not there.
Il was beautiful night-soft and dark,
lit only by the stars, that winked merrily
ct the dark river flowing heavily by.
Two forms were outlined against the star
lit sky, sitting hand in hand on the bal
cony above; a third crouched stealthily
below. The man was speaking and there
was no nlistaking the love that quivered
through his earnest tones. The listener
below slivered wiz mortal cold
There is one incident in nv life, Ethel.
that have been ashamed 10 tell you"
His companion turned her soft eyes on
him in wondering surprise. But now
that our wedding day is so near" he con-
tinued. Il feel that | must tell you aud
so be able to bring to you clear con-
science. More than year ago was in
Scotland. as you know, and while there 3
little Scotch lassie fell in love with ne.
I'll admit was iettered. too, and-well.
to tell the truth, I suppose made love to
her, aud finally went through the Scotch
custom Of breaking siypence with her
partly because she expected il, and |
couldn't bear to see the tears IN her blue
eyes. and partly because | couldn't resist
the romance Of it. l kept my half; here
II is"
He laid the lircle broken bit of silver in
the palm Outstretched t. receive it, kiss
inc the little fingers as he did so.
But You love NE best, Alan!" she muir
INJURED.
"Ay. love, better than life ITSELF" he
said, and the crouehirg figure moaned as
il il pain, then rose and stole noiselessly
away
Then forgive you. you bad boyP' she
said, telterly And 10 doubt your
Scotch lassie forgot all about you before
the year was out. and has peacefully mar
ried some shepherd or something-they
are most all shepherds in Scotland, aren't
they?'
i hope she has" said Alan. doubtfully
Some way he could not quite forget the
look in her eyes that last morning as she
bate him good-bv.
'Hark, what was that"
But the river tells no tales, even though
it gives uD its Gead.-Kate A. Bradley In
Detroit Free Press.