Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1888-12-06

Such lovely rounded form even though
ii was only covered BY an oft-washed cot
ton dress--with the sunlight playing in
CLEANS and flashes upon the bright brown
hair and fair Young face. AS the stranger
drew near he fally imbibed and thoroughly
appreciated the beauties of the picture.
for he was somewhat of an artist and
keenly alive to all things beautiful. But
he was so much engrossed in the pleasant
center piece of the picture that he did not
notice when breeze from off the noun
tain struck the valley and lifted Maries
large, untrimmed straw hat from the
ground, blowing it right under the nose of
his horse; nor was he prepared for the
frightened plunge of the animal, who
reared so suddenly as to instantly throw
his preoccupied rider. 1t was not much of
fall. but the strangers leg was fractured,
and Paul Gambler and his daughter car
ried the young man into their house,
where attended him in my professional
| capacity.
The strangers name was Walter Penrith
New York man, who had been travelling
through the woods and valleys Of Quebec
in search of health and pleasure. He was
wealthy, and when he discovered that he
could not be moved from his couch for
many weeks, he ordered luxuries of all
/
the cottage home was piled TO overlooking
with rare books, wines, fruits, etc., while
none but the finest cigars came for Mon
sieur Gamblers especial use.
Before long costly presents began to ar
rive for Marie, and-well, it was only an
oft-told tale. Not only were the presents
brought to bear upon Marie, but Penrith
himself. who was, without doubt, one Of
the most fascinating men / ever met,
brought his powerful personal magnetism
into play, and Marie Gambler soon learned
to love him. Yes, it was no dream OF
fancy on the girls part; she loved Walter
Penrith, and loved him truly. Indeed,
she loved him SO we'll, and for himself
alone, that after she had known Penrith a
month she would have cared fo9 the man
another present-had he suddenly become
poorer than simple Jean Coutellier,. now
thrust so far into the background of Ma
rie's thoughts and affections
AS for Peniith, he was q man OF the
world; but he undoubtedly grew to care
considerably more than he should have
cared for his pretty nurse. l say more
than he should, because it was fore
gone conclusion with Walter Penrith thai
he would never marry any girl-no matter
how good or how beautiful-who was MOI
a lady by birth and education. Certainly
a French Canadian peasant girl, who
could speak neither his language nor hel
own correctly, could hardly hope to be
come Mrs. Penrith. So he toyed and
amused himself with Marie, while the cir
threw her whole being into her love fo
him. How much he promised will neve
be known, but when the time came TO
Penrith to leave Jacques Cartier he GER
tainly did promise Marie to return soon
And all this time honest Jean Cou'
teller had never uttered one word of com,
plant of the girls treatment of him.
Each Sunday he drove over to the o3t
cottage just the same as ever, only hi:
visits were short, aud most of thu. time
was spent in discussing a pipe sd loca
affairs with Marie's rompous old father.
OF course Jean could see how Marie
was entirely engrossed in the handsome