The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-11-10
still as I did at Kelsaintl"

Stll. he S0lZeu uOUH u0I COiU uduUs
suddenly within his own
s'Margueritsl''-(his voice; too;
was low and altered in it's sound
from What she had ever known it
before -s'let this moment; then,
decide our destiny: You say that
you love me still-that, that, love
will make your whole life d blank
without me-be mine, then, know
the sacrifice / ask of you-the sacri-
flee of a good name, of position, OF
all that women hold dear, and that
against this, my passionate love,
my utter devotion, are all that ]
have to offer. Come with me to an
other country, where in our love all
the disappointments of the past
shall be forgotten, and We will live
for each other alone;" and his arm
was thrown round her trembling
form.
But Marguerite even yet shrank
back: sI.et me go!'' she whispered,
very family. ''Let me return to my
home-to my husband; l will not
bring dishonor upon him!"
Gas you will, MADAME He releas-
ed his hold instantly. 81 was wrong
in supposing that for my love you
could so readily give up your fair
fame. You speak of his honor, and
forget that l, too, should forfeit
every ambition, every prospect in
life, and deem their loss as nothing
if l possessed you. Oh, Margueriten'
his voice sinking again into it's
deepest, most passionate tenderness,
'forgive me! know not what I say.
I cannot loose you! Oh, Marguerite,
Marguerite! remember all the years
that we have loved each other-that
you were mine, in heart at least, be-
fore your husband ever knew you
that years ago you promised me
never to love another"
"Philip have kept my word"
"Then redeem it now-now when
all my happiness depends on your
decision.
"Philip-ah, may God help mel
l can have no will but yours"
He folded her to his breast; he
knew that she was his. But even at
that moment he could hear the I'M
natural throbbing of her heart, and
and mark that the face upturned to
his was one of agony. The hell of a
fallen angel had already begun.
with the first breath of guilt a dark
shadow had fallen over Marguerite's
love.
mine, mine!" whispered Earns
cliffe, tenderly. death only shall
part us now"
''Death!' she repeated with shud-
der; Eyes, you are right to speak OF
DEATH
"When years of radiant life are
spread before us? In Italy, in the
sweet south my Marguerite, we shall
at length be happy together-happy
as we should have been long ago, if
fate had not divided u.s."
"Aye, fate!" she answered, dreamily;
"there was anevil fate in my mothers
destiny and in mine. Both married
where they could not love; she died
young, as l SHALL"
my own love, do not speak of dy-
ing. In my newborn JOY do not
cause me the torture ofthinking that
l could ever lose you"
philip, am yours-wrong, lost
though / may bel am yours. l
shall never part from you now. My
love is interviewer with my very life,
and can only end with it. But it
will not be for very long. Something
tells me, even at this moment, that l
shall die. When the summer comes
again, and you are breathing another
warm night such as this, you will be
alone; but you will still think fondly
of me, still hold my remembrance
dearer than all other, and in that
thought is almost happiness suffi-
Gent"
She looked up at him with one of
those ineffably sweet smiles that |
never saw on any countenance but
hers, and laid her head upon his arm.
The gesture was SO natural, SO in
nocent, SO like Marguerite, so unlike
guilt, that Earnsclife's conscience
recoiled even yet from her betrayal.
"My life's devotion must atone to
her for all she loses, was his inward
resolution while he bent over the
pale, upturned face.
AS though any human devotion
could make atonement for sin to q
nature like hers.
This is the way young women
shoot "Society Rapids least if
we may believe zone in
the SWIM" who poses as auth
GRAND we wish to remark that to
our poor mind the ear-marks of rap
idity crop out over the whole per-
Torrance, which purposes further to
be GA story of real life at Wash
ington, Saratoga and Bar Harbor."
Eveline, though dancing all the
time felt no great interest in any one
there, and at II O'Clock she darted
from the room, unobserved by Miss
Lawrence, wrapped herself quickly in
her cloak and started to cross the
hall, when Victor Won Vroom, seeing
her unattended, offered to escort her.
She assented and he went with her
to the carriage.
Then it was that the demon
prompted her with, "Now for a
trial" She smilingly leaned toward
him and said:
SIS this the end of your gallantry?
Am l to go home alone?"
This unexpected inquiry touched
the conceit of the man, and, without
hesitation, he replied:
81 will detain you but a second
while l get my coat"
He hurried into the house, return
ing enveloped in a sable-lined ulster.
Taking his place at her side, off
rolled the carriage with it's two 'occu-
pants.
81 do not know what you will think
of me-" began Eveline apologetically
in a deprecating tone.
At that moment she felt a hand
stealing over her cloak and clasping
hers as he replied:
81 only think you are charmingl"
Her first impulse was to free her
hand. then. rnmemberinpt the new role.