Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-05-10

George Lyle was killed.
Il was the luckiest, as usual. es-
capped unInjured, but Clarence-his
face and head are cut and gashed
awfully, his beauty is spoiled forever.
In my opinion, it were better he was
killed outright, she said, with look
Of disgust.
Margaret stood like one in dream.
She never needed word Gabrielle
said after she told her that George
Lyle was dead.
George, that but q few moments
before pointed out a new life to her,
dead.
No, impossible!
Margaret, said Mrs. Wilbur, enter
ing the room with a fearful counten-
ance, come down to George-he
wants you
'Oh, motherr cried Margaret, JOY
fully, Gabrielle told me he was dead.
Without word Mrs. Wilbur led
Margaret down to the room below,
where George Lyle Jay breathing his
last.
Margaret, he spoke with an eff
fort, and his voice was so low that
Margaret was obliged to bend over
him to catch his words, Margaret,
my time is short; draw near, darling,
until | tell you now, what l never
dared to breathe before.
He struggled until he raised him
self on his elbow.
Margaret, love you, have loved
you, oh, so long
His voice grew fainter.
Margaret, all 1 ask IN return, is
that you shall meet me there
All! what a strange thing is wo.
mans heart; even she herself does not
understand it.
George, I love you, I love,you, and
Margaret clasped the dying man III
her arms
And Margaret spoke the truth.
That moment her heart went out to
George Lyle, Overlooking with love,
pure and undying.
Darling, it is WE'LL and George
Lyle closed his eyes, never again to
open them in this world of sin and
sorrow.
The funeral was over, and Marga-
ret took her post in the darkened
chamber where Clarence Morton lay
in wild delirium.
After the funeral Gabrielle depart.
ed for her own home.
She never was a good hand at
nursing, and Clarence's face disgusted
her so, every time she looked at it,
that, really she never wanted to look
at it again.
After few days the fever spent
itself, and reason was once more re-
stored to Clarence Morton.
For days he kept his bed, too weak
to rise; and those were days of deep
reflection
Now he knew the false from the
true, and no man ever more bitterly
repented his infatuatlon.
He watched Margaret fit about his
chamber; Margaret, patient noble,
and true.
Oh, how he longed for strength
that he might beg for forgiveness and
ask again for the heart he had cast
aside.
Days passed away, and Clarence
Morton was himself once more
No, not exactly the Clarence of
yore, for Gabrielle had said Alright.
His beauty was spoiled for ever.
Clarence and Margaret stood in the
library window, the same window
where she and George Lyle stood the
day he went forth to meet his death
Then you won't forgive me, Mar
garet?' he was saying.
4 forgave you long since, Clar-
ance,' and Margaret raised her eyes
filled with holy light, but I can
never be your wife. My heart is
buried with George Lyle
Then life is worthless 10 me, and
the sooner it is over the better said
Clarence, sinking into chair.
'Ah, Clarence once | thought the
same myself; but he pointed out 6
better life and made me think differ.
emily, Clarence, and she placed hel
hand upon his head,
'Do not look at life's long sorrow,
| Seehow small each moments pain
God will help thee for the morrow,
Every day began again.
| Hours are golden lnks-God's token
Reaching Heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere thy pilgramage be done."
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