The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-11-11
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The poor child would fain have been
well. She would talk for hours between
spasms Of coughing about the things she
would go and see, the books she would
read, the places she would visit when
she would be better again.
1t was Christmas eve that the end
came. There was a sudden attack of
hemorrhage. a message sent to Paul at
Her Majesty's theatre, q few hours of
hushed waiting, a little struggle-and it
was over. Margaret Stanhope was there,
and 1t was in her arms that Stella's life
fickered and went out.
Toward the last she begged Paul to
sing to her.
Something that will make me 60 to
sleep soon," she said YEARLY.
And Paul went to the piano in the
adjoining room and touched the keys
softly.
Sorrow and care may meet,
The tempest cloud may Iow.r,
The surge Of sin may beat
Upon LIES troubled shore.
God doth his own ia safety keep,
He giveth his beloved sleep.
When he had finished he felt a light
touch on his shoulder. He turned and
saw Margaret with the tears like rain on
her face.
"She is asleep at last" she said brok-
emily.
When Margaret had done what she
could she went away and Paul did not
see her for months.
It WAS better SO, he told himself. Her
way was not his. Their paths lay far
apart, and he could not attempt to bridge
the gulf between them. And so life
went on for him duly. drearily, with
never a break in the monotony until
spring came. Then one morning he met
her on Regent street. She was just step
ping into her carriage, but she stopped
him and gave him her hand and drew
him aside for a few moments conversa-
ton.
II am glad I happened to meet you,"
she said. II wished to speak to you on
ON a matter of business. 1t is a favor
1 am going to ask Of You.
mo; do not be so rash as to grant it
beforehand, but promise to come to the
house tomorrow morning and we win
talk it over. / shall be in until IL.
Good-by, for the present."
When Ferris was shown into Miss
Stanhope's drawing o the next morn
ing he found it deserted. A cheerful
fire was burning in the CRATE, the sun
struggled in through the lace curtains,
and on the window seats boxes of snow
drops were lifting their delicate heads
to receive the warm rays.
Margaret appeared very shortly, and
greeted him with her usual frank kind
illness. She asked him to be seated, and
after a few commonplace remarks evil
IDENTIFY made an effort TO plunge into the
subject weighing on her mind.
81 asked you to come here because I
have something to say to you that con-
Germs US both-something ! wish to ask
of you," she began.
Anything that / a do for you, Miss
Stanhope. You must know I am yours
to command"
1T is rather difficult for me to tell you
now that you are here" she went on
nervously
"The fact is, Mr.. Ferris, I think of
sailing for New York in q fortnight, and
Il want you to go with mel Paul
leaned forward and passed his hand over
his eyes.
'-But l do not understand" he said,
with a puzzled expression.
He could see that she was laboring
under some excitement, that her breath
was coming uncertainty. 1t seemed to
him she was very near tears, although
she was smiling.
Monsieur, she said rapidly in French,
~ have the honor of asking your hand
IN marriage for Mile. Stanhope."
1t struck him like a blow. 1t blinded
him-took his breath away. He could
not speak. was only conscious that Mar
garet was kneeling beside his chair with
her hands on his arm; that her face
was upturned, grave and tender.
Paul" she whispered. Il love you.
VIII you marry meg'
He understood at last, and at last he
held her in his arms and kissed her rev.
erently.
PAUL Panl.r she sobbed. syou must
not think badly of me. know you love
me. knew YOU would not speak. Oh,
my darling, never leave me. Win you
promise it? Never for a day, for an
hour. Paul. Paulf'