Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-01-03
do not refuse my love and my protec.

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you shall have my tendercst care. In
a few days we can sail from Havre
and until that time, will telegraph
daily for news from the sick one. All
difficulties shall he smoothed away,
and we will leave the cruel Paris,
which hates today what yesterday it
adored. Speak. my Marguerite, tell
me you will be my wife, for my love
must awaken some answering feeling
i'll your heart.
Marguerite said nothing, but the
events of her whole life passed in rapid
succession before her. Her ambition,
her hard study, her triumph; the eX.
pected ioyfu. reunion with her IA
ther, then the news of his terrible i'll
ness, the scene ut the opera. Could she
ever face that hooting, ieering crowd
againi Their hiSscs still seemed ring
ing in her ears. Could she ever for
get their scornful cries! Then before
her kEelt the handsome lover, a
whole world Of pleading tenderness in
looks and tone. What was this new
feeling that came into her heart! How
vain, how frivolous seemed her past
ambition, IN contrast with a life passed
IN sweet companiouship with him.
Could this nc love. She placed her
hand in his and said:
Paul, il seems wrong 10 give you
only u grief stricken heart, but take
me if yuu VIII. | am yours"
He claspcd her 10 his heart, pressing
kiss after kiss uuoA her lips.
sleep sweel!y tonight. my dar-
ding. Llercafte, let all your cares be
mine"
The next day lac came early TO see
her, and tod her OF the preparations
he WAS making ior their marriage and
Lasty departure.
Tomorrow, lay darling lie said,
Il must be away all day, Tor j, is nee
essary that | 90 10 the races, An.
glais, conducted by the gentlemen Of
the club To wl!!cli | belong. ! have
had a horse in training for the event
all summer and Iuust obey the impcr
ial command which bids me TO be pres.
ent. So all day must be absent. But
Twill see You before | &c"
The next morning the count rode
into the courtyard 10 leave bouquet
for Marguerite. He waited in the
courtyard lutil it had been taken ul
to her, and she, leaning far out the
window, threw him a flower after kiss
ing II. Ii was marguerite, and lie,
too, kissed il and placed 1t in his but
ton hole. Then he waved lis hand
with a smiling "Au revoir. ma Mar
guerite, and rode away.
All day long Marguerite rested
quietly in her own room, refusing &c
see any one. A telegram from New
York told her of her fathers condition.
A letter came from her manager but
she left it unopened. She felt that hei
artists life was over, and a newer,
brighter, more peaceful existence was
opening for her.
As night approached she dressed
herself carefully and sat or half re.
climbed Oh "a seat near the window.
The sun had set in "A soft haze and ii
was hardly dark, although the lights
were beginning to twinkle in the pal.
ace dc 'Etoile. The avenue was filled
with carriages. The races at the Bois
We're over and all Paris was streaming
home TO dinner. Soon She would heai
the clatter Of horses hoofs upon the
stony courtyard, announcing the
counts coming. 1t grew little dark
er. There was no lamp in the room,
but the tire on the hearth with its
glow was making faint lights and
shadows Oh the wall.
AS it became dark the silence became
almost oppressive, and vague feeling
Of some impending evil seemed 10
come over Lcr. surely she said to
herself. Paul is very late" Then
she arose and began TO pace the
floor with slow and measured tread.
AT last she approached the window
looking out OH the little street. Ii was
filled with people returning from the
races and walking us if much excited.
lie pauvre garcon, said one, TO
die SO young.
But he was such fine horseman, ="
said another.
Hardly knowing what she did, she
called out:
WHO is hurtl For the love of
heaven, tell me, messieurs.'
Certainly, mademoiselle; il is the
Count Paul de Frontin, who was
killed.
But she heard no more; with a wild
scream she fell TO the floor That
night she was in the wild delirium of
brain fever, and for weeks her life and
reason hung by a slender thread.
The Journal next morning an
nounced the sudden death OF Count
Paul dc Frontin at the hurdle race a
J. Anglais at the Bois de Boulogne.
1T said: lie was mounted on line
English horse, lad cleared all but the
last obstruction, and all were admir-
ing his fine horsemanship, when, for
some reason never to be explained, the
animal fell, ci1ishing his rider beneath
him. The person who first reached
the PROSTATE man says he spoke few
words, but hemurrhage at once took
place and he died Immediately" Then
followed an account Of his family, es.
tates, etc, and the article closed with
expressions of coincidence for his
friends.
In another column the paper stated
that Mile. Marguerite Hargood, the
American prima donna who he'd made
such disgraceful fiasco upon her sec
ond appearance in Faust, was very
i'll with brain fever at her residence in