Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-03-13
AFTER LOVE DUTY.

Pansy Garland was ne most heart
less little 1irt in the world. | have il
on good authOrity-a 'ozen authorities,
for the matter of I at, each one Of
which had sought 70 the missing organ
Of Miss GarIand's fuatomy, but all in
vain. Either they we're right, and no
such member had uttered into her com
position, or, not r fishing their method
Of ~vivisection, Mi, Garland had care
fuUy placed the said member beyond
the reach of the Instruments that
threatened il.
Whichever the case, it was certain
that the young lady had herself per
formed this same operation of ~vivisec-
ton many times, and she might have
been the embodiment of that tabled
and horrible monster who Toasted on
the hearts Of his victims, so nightly
did she thrive on these dainty tidbits.
But one or two circumstances put an
end TO Miss Garland's innocent pastime.
The FIST was the sudden death of her
mother, followed soon after by that Of
her father, leaving the girl all alone in
the world-for there was no lateral
branches Of either family-and abso-
iutely unprovided for. Her father died
i~nsOlvent. having got his affairs in such
a tangle. not TO say snarl, that there
had been only n way to cut the
Gordian knot, which he did by breath
ing out his life in his daughters arms,
commenting bis soul 20 the clemency
Of heaven, his debts 70 his creditors
and Pansy Garland TO the guardian
ship of his executor and heaviest loser
by his death. Donald Howard Mar
shall.
Mr.. Marshall knew far more about
the necessities Of the brute dependents
on his bounty than the requirements Of
a woman's heart, yet his own nature
wa so pure, so deep, so tender as al
most to touch upon the womanly so
strong and noble that the very helpless
ness Of the small, hazel eyed child ap
pealed 10 it irresistibly. as weakness
must always appeal 10 il opposite.
He had had his romance. Outside
the city limits yonder, under a green
mound. his heart lay ia the coffin Of
the woman he had once thought to
make his wife. For ten year, it had
lain there in solemn salvatory. sealed
forever. as he believed, with the in
violable seal Of death; but Winfield
Garland's daughter must be provided
for, protected and cared for. and il
was for Donald Marshall 20 do it; there
was no one else. If sks had been rich
and surrounded by friends there would
have been no trouble; a thousand so
lutions 70 a perplexing problem would
have presented themselves where now
there was but one. That n he ac-
cepted
He went 10 her. offered her his hand,
his name. and she, from the moment
she looked up into his grave, quiet
eyes. knew that she had found her
master, and the various authorities,
unlike the common run, were correct;
her heart had long ago been given, all
unconsciously into the keeping Of
Donald Marshall, She never ques-
toned his love, although she knew Of
the green mound where Mary Bains
slept her long. sweet sleep.
Petted and spoiled, with the wealth
Of many a noble heart poured out at
her feet, she could not have under
stood, perhaps, that the treasures of
this one were withheld from her, and
he did not tell her. The grief that
brooded over his life had grown 10 seem
like something real-tangible he could
not tear away the silence Of ten sorrow
full years and reveal il even 10 this wo-
a Yet he knew that he could be
loyal. true to her, that nothing but
Mary Bains' green grave could ever
come between them. His wealth, home,
social position, his protection and
name, all were hers but his love he
wa making a dangerous experiment,
but she did not realize il.
And they were married. One bleak,
cold day they turned from the altar
and passed out Of the church man and
wife. The stray handful of snow that
had been falling at intervals since dawn
suddenly ceased; the gray clouds rent
thomselves from the zenith 10 horizon,
a rlofy Of crystal sunshine poured
down upon the head Of an unioved
via and Il showed no o that dAs,