The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-11-11

which ss ofthe
solcmnIy tnumped his tail as a dirge like
accompaniment.
s.Never mind, Christie, you love me
anyway, don't you, dear? There, old
man., don't lick my face. You think /
am crying, don't you? But it is not 50.
l assure you. Why, Christopher, doyou
think l would shed a tear for Paul Fer
ris? Come, we win get ready and go to
Stella, since she cannot come to us. An
errand of love, my son, with roses and
jasmine for n Offering"
There were many such errands of love
In the ensuing week, for Stella grew
weaker day by day, and her recovery
seemed far off and uncertain.
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, a 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 win make me go 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 heat
Upon lifo's troubled shore.
God doth his own In safety keep.
He giscth 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.
III.
When Margaret had done what she
could she went away and Paul did not
see her for months.
1t 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 hemet
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ping into her carriage, but she stopped
him and gave him her hand and drew
him aside for a few moments CONVERSE
ton.
II am glad / happened to meet you"
she said. II wished to speak to you on
-on q matter of business. It is a favor
/ 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 will
talk it over. / shall be in until ~.
Good-by, for the present"
When Ferris was shown into Miss
Stanhope's drawing room the next norm
ing he found it deserted. A cheerful
fire was burning in the CRATE, the u
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.
II asked you to come here because /
have something to say to you that con-
Germs US both-something l wish to ask
of you," she began.
Anything that I can do for you, Miss
Stanhope. You must know I am yours
to command"
sit 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 mef' Paul
leaned forward and passed his hand over
his eyes.
sBut I 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,
II have the honor of asking your hand
Ia 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; hat her face
was upturned, grave and tender.
Paul." she whispered, Il love you.
VIII you marry me?'
He understood at last, and at last he
held her in his arms and kissed her rev.
erently.
paul PAUL." she sobbed, s'you must
not think badly of me. know you love
me. knew you would not speak. Oh,
my darling, never leave mel viii you
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