Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1891-01-29
No. ! I.

on the 'Marguerite'-to seek out the
poor crushed flower he had worn s0
lightly, and ask her pardon, and be to
her always true friend and brother.
Ida Armytage,the beauty and heiress.
stood long before the picture without a
word. 1t may have been the memory
Of Marguerite's sad story, or it may
have been the pure and simple lowell
ness of the fower-llke face, that touch.
ed her heart but, as she gazed, her
own face grew clouded, and look Of
pain ana trouble grew in her deep vio:-:;
let eyes.
Then suddenly she turned to Cyril.
She was stately always, but she seemed
imperi BUS now.
"What was her mime ?" she asked
him.
For his life he could not have refused
to answer; could not-eyen to win her
deceive the woman he adored.
II called her Daisy he said, hum.
bly,. 1T was a pet name only, she was
a sort of distant cousln-I do not re-
inember her real name-'Daisy Vane."
And did you love her-I know that
she loved you-no need to tell me that
l read it in those innocent eyes, Did
you loye her, Cycil Danvers p
Then hetold her all. His vanity,
his falsehood, his awaklng to real love,
his penitence for the wrong he had done
Daisy.
II never knew how great it was till I
loved you - he cried. For until then
never knew what loye was Oh,
Ida, you are dearer to me than my life t
| have no wish to live unless | win you!'
"And so feels Daisy still for you"
she cried, with her lovely color mant-
ling high. and her violent eyes growing
deep and dark with emotion "or, so
she did feel a few months ago, when I
saw her and learned her story. l knew
what her sorrow was 1t was to win
you back to her that first sought to
meet and know you!'
Face to face they stool, looking into
each others eyes,--the woman flushed
and proud, the man pale as DEATH
"You have deceived mb then-as I
did Daisy y he groaned; trlaed with
my true heart--as | did with hers -
Well" he turned away and coyered his
face his hands, 81 am justly punished 7
She laid her soft white hand upon
his arm and looked up into his face
with a smile like that Of Marguerite
herself. The proud imperlous air was
gone; she was gen tie, pleading, tender
now as Daisy could have been.
"No!" she said II have not trihed
or deceived, for l love you Cyril
May" for he would haye caught her
IN his arms, ''not till You are free You
are Daisy's yet unless she gives me to
you; l hold it nothing that she gave
you back your freedom when you asked
it what could her pride do less She
is not, to day, the little simple girl you
won she is called beautiful. and she
studied hard to be worthy Of you, and
had ample means, left to her by rea
tive. She is no more the simple child
you cast away, but proud woman,
Cyril. But pride could not cure her
love, and she grleved for you. and l
vowed that l would bring you back
Let me keep my word. Come back with
me to your mothers house. and to
Daisy and let her decide our fate"
Bat he hesitated.
"If she should hold me bound, he
sail--"and love your'
But she s'aled happily.
"She is too proud to hold you against
your WILL" she added. will you
come p
"Anywhere-wlth you to lead = he
answered, passonately.
She held out her hand.
81 will lead you to your happiness
she said, quietly.
The evening sun bathed the land
scape In crimson splendor as they drove
up to the gate. How familiar was the
scene
"Those seem to be the very same
meadow daisies whose heads | SWITCH
off years ago. Cyril said and then
another memory came back and he
broke off, signing
Mrs. Danvers came running out to
meet them, and clasped her long. lost
truant in her arms.
"Welcome home, my son !" she cried;
theL turning to Miss Armytage: "And
Daisy, too You two together So
you succeeded then. true heart, and won
him back again "
Cyril uttered a sudden cry.