Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-07-12


lOOk-yes, the very expression Of his
face-Was familiar. She tried to recall
the time when she had seen it. All at
once the episode at Mrs. Marlboro
flashed upon her, and she wondered il
he remembered.
Others, continually coming, mOnop-
Oiled her; 1t was not till late In the
evening that George succeeded in Sc
curing her attention for a short time,
Madge laughed and talked with him
freely for awhile, and then said:
"AIr. Courtney, do you recOllect one
evening, about two years agoj being IN
the hall at Miss Marlboro's and seeing
a poor girl on the stairs listening to
the music ?"
George assured her that he remem-
bered perfectly the circumstance, and
that the impression then made had
never left his mind.
do you recognize me in that poor
girl ?" she asked.
eyes, said he. "The moment I saw
you on the stage something told me
you were the same. I made inquiries
which convinced me of the fact.
From that night, said she, "my
life changed from darkest gloom to
brightest sunshine, and now I am very
happy. Every one is so kind to me. I"
And her beautiful eyes filed with
tears.
Madge then told him some of the
trials she had been forced to bear, and
how that evening was the turning
point in her life.
He lOnged to tell her then and there
how he loved her, but dared not She
had known him only a few hours,
while he felt he had known her for
years. When they separated he had
received permission to call the next
day.
Madge now occupied a handsome
suite of rooms in the best quarter OF
the city, and also had engaged a chap
erOne who was her constant attend
ant. The little sister was at boarding
school.
The next day found George at her
rooms. She received him graciousIy,
and with decided pIeasure-a straw
which he grasped at very eagerly. Tt
was so hard to wait to tell her of his
love; but wait he must, as he might
ruin his hopes if he spoke too soon. So
Madge sang on. Hearts were shower
ed upon her; wealth was laid at her
feet; but all to no avail. Among the
hundreds of people, she sang to but
one. If he applauded her she was
pleased. That was all she cared for ;
no matter what any one else thought.
One evening she had gone to the
theater with a rather depressed feeling
which she could not explain. There
was almost a sob in her voice as she
sang. After the song was finished and
she had retired to the dressing
she found awaiting her a beautiful
bunch of roses with slip of paper at
tached. She took them up and read in
Georges handwriting:
He whispered a word to the flowers,
And softly their leaves caressed,
And sent them to carry the message
For the one he loved the best!
She sank into a chair, her heart al
most bursting with Joy. He loved her
now she knew it, and the world hell
nothing more for her to desire. With
out the people were calling her back.
She ran upon the stage, and sang as
she never sang before. Her hearers
were fairly wild. She saw only
George, and he saw only her, and
there, in that crowded assemblage, thief
told each other their love.
When she reached her rooms that
night, much to her surprise, she found
George there before her.
Darling" said he, "I could not wait
till tomorrow to know my fate
wanted to learn it tonight. Tell me,
can you love me? VIII you be my
wife?"
He read his answer in her face, and,
clasping her in his arms, fairly smoth
cred her with kisses.
George" she said, "whO would have
thought when I started out that even
ing to take home Miss Marlboro's dress
of the great results that would follow
the circumstance? True it is that
"The massive gates Of circumstance
Are turned upon the smallest hinge
And thus some seeming pettiest chance
May give our life its after tinge."
eyes, said George, that night gave
the world a singer, and me a wife!"