Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1891-08-27

piquant about her. 1t may have been
her French blood which showed her
how to stick the bunch of artificial APP
ple-blossoms so fetchingly In her sailor
hat, or that taught her how to twist her
thick, brown hair up in that loose and
graceful coil. She was trim and fresh
as an English daisy. with everything
finished and pretty about her, from the
Ieat shoe that showed below the hem
of her skirt to the soft, curly locks on
the nape of her neck. The fiance
thought her so pretty that he risked q
rebuff in addressing her on the charms
of the evening. She responded ma
tnrslly and simply. and the three stood
chatting III front of the show-window.
Then they walked down the avenue,
where the lamps were beginning to be
lit and the dusk was creeping uf from
the side-streets. He took the two girls
to dinner at Clark's. They had never
before had such dinner or been inside
such splendid place. They COM
mented on everything, and stared, and
were in the seventh heaven of delight
and bliss. Marguerite seemed very
young. but her friend was older and
not SO pretty. After dinner he took
them across the street to the Eden
Musee, and here their bewilderment
was such that they were speechless. 1t
was glorious evening for them; they
were as silently absorbed in the won
ders they saw as two children.
At o'clock he took them home to
their lodgings-over tov-store on
Fourth avenue-where they lived with
the ugly girls mother. On the way
there, Marguerite retailed her entire
history. She was an orphan, of French
parentage. She made her living by
embroidering in store down on the
avenue. She lived with her friend and
her mother, and made just enough
money to pay her board, with an occa-
sional frock and pair of shoes to keep
herself looking nice. This was all the
story, and, no doubt. a true one. At
the door of the toy-shop he babe them
goodnight, promising to come round
soon again and take them out to the
play, perhaps.
He saw them quite often after this.
He took them to the Casino one even
ing, and derived an honest pleasure
from watching their delight. He took
them twice to the Metropolitan Museum
on pay-afternoon and showed them
the pictures. Marguerite was very
fond of pictures, though she knew
nothing of them. He tried to teach her
little, educate her taste, and soon
found her wonderfully apt pupil.
Their friendship, which was distinctly
oio+N -
This bright, uncultivated creature,
fresh and genuine as q child, was some
thing new in his experience, and new
type is not to be despised.
He grew to be quite fond-in a sedate,
elder-brother fashioned Marguerite.
She was so simple-minded, so open, SO
artlessly ignorant, and so pretty.
Actually, he began to think that she
was prettier than any girl he knew, and
she was always so neat and dainty in
her old clothes. They fitted her like
wax, and there was touch, an air, an
indefnable something about every
thing she put on which made it look
as il pertaining and belonging to her.
SELF A knot Of violets in her belt made
her more stylish than Worth costume
would have made an ordinary girl; a
dotted veil to the tip of her nose i'm
parted an air of elegance to her whole
figure. Her old. worn gloves always
fitted her little hands, and the toes of
her best patent-leather shoes, that
twinkeled below the hem of her skirt
how small and pointed they were!
She was the best of company, with
har Snn nhah Whno h. al ln~
of the pictures at the Metropolitan, she
fixed her big, brown eyes on him in q
steady glance of deep attention, under
which he grew eloquent, and said all
manner of brilliant, clever things. No
body. except his mother, had ever
listened to him before with this speech
less absorption. The star of his soul
generally looked bored and drowsily in
different when he began to discourse.
Sometimes he was perturbed in his
mind by noting, in these glances, some
thing pensively acknowledgements
wistfully tender. 1t made him uneasy.
He did not want to disturb Marguerite's
peace of mind; he did not want to make
this humble conquest. He salved his
conscience with the though that he had
never tried to make her fond of him. If
she had singed her wings lowering round
candle, he had singed his wings HOY
ering round altar.
In the middle of October, the star
suddenly returned from Bar Harbor and
Lenox. In truth, she was little un-
easy at the way things were going. Be-
cause she had been rather cool to her
best man, when he came to Bar Harbor
in August, was that any reason why he
should never have come again? He
had written very seldom, and then in a
placid, friendly key that was not bit
the way it ought to be. She got rather
sulky, and then secretly alarmed. He
was going back on her; ne was going to
pay her off in her own coin. 81 am sick
of these horrid hotels and detestable
cottages" she said, one day, to her
mother, when her fears had reached a
climax; "let us go back to to town and
try and get civilized again" So they
went back.
When the young man heard of her re-
tu,n, everything else went out of his
head. On the way up to pay his re-
spects at the shrine, he suddenly re-
membered that he had promised Mar
guerite and her friend to take them to
see Otero dance that evening. He had
enough compunction left not to let them
expect him. so he stopped of messen-
ger-station, scrubbed an excuse on q
scrap of yellow paper, and sent it down
to Marguerite on Fourth Avenue, above
the tow stora. The week aftarward ba