The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1893-10-28
FOB HER FALSE SAKE

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'I like Guy Severne; I honor him
above his fellows. And that is enough!
I have never loved anybody, and I
never shall. I do not believe in the
sentiment" declared Madge Fayne, her
lovely brown head very erect her rose
red lips curling with proud disdain.
"But in marrying him, dear Madge,
cannot help thinking you will brave
great peril" her companion said gently.
Suppose afterward you should meet
somebody who would teach. you how
to love? Have you considered the mis-
cry Of such a possibility? And any
such cnange in you would be death to
Guy Severne; no woman was ever loved
before as Guy loves you.'
Beautiful Madge made an impatient
movement. The proud brown eyes
flashed Indignantly. ~<
'~There can be no such possibility
she answered with cold conviction.
''There is no reality in what is called
love; it is a poets dream or the over
wrought fancy Of an emotional mind,
and even when it has been most fervent
it never outlasts the honeymoon. Talk
to sentimental school girls Of love, if
you like, or to old men in their lotage,
hut not to me. Thank goodness I am
too sensible for any such folly!'
How long was it? Was it only three
months, or was it three millions Of
-ears endless and countless ages of
bitterest: agony and maddening regret
since Madge Fayne had thus proclaimed
herself superior to the sweet folly Of the
human race?
"Ah, fool, fool that was, to think
myself wiser and stronger than others"
she walled in solitude, as she smote her
white hands fercely together, in the i'm
potent torture which seemed to rend
her heart asundar.
She was no longer the proud and
self-suficient Madge, whose repose of
spirit and manner had seemed as i'm
pregnable as that Of an image in gran
ite. She had changed greatly in those
few heeting weeks The pretty pink
color, as delicate as the, bloom Of an or,
child, had faded from her satiay cheeks.
The large, deer-like brown eyes were
somber and unfathomable. No smiles
ever dimpled about her rose-red lips,
and her once gladstone voice held an un-
conscious undertone of ceaseless pain
and rebellion. The movements Of her
tall and l8flloWy form were languid and
uncertain like one grown aged or i'll.
Life for her had no longer either in
terest or charm.
It had all happened in a moment.
She was at the theater one evening
with Guy Severne, her plighted hus-
band. He sat beside her, on one white
hanu G:azed the diamond hoop, which
was the visible sign Of her betrothal;
her white satin-lined and gold-embroid-
cred opera cloak had slipped back from
her shoulders, showing his flowers in the
bodice of her violet velvet gown.
In her serene and passive way, she
was quiet and happy. She did not be-
lieve in love; but all the same she knew
he adored her. Aud it is very gcatjfy-
ing, no doubt, to feel that man would
pluck the live heart from his bosom,
If by 50 doing, he could add TO ones
pleasure, or save one some trifiing pain,
my beautiful one, if you only cared
for me as care for you," he had Just
whispered, as he bent toward her car
essingly:
There WAS a sudden dilation. Of her
large brown eyes. That lovely orchid
pink color flushed the alabaster fairness
of her sensitive, proud face.
Why was there always somebody to
remind her that she was lacking in love
for the man who was to be her welded
lord? Did she not lonor him, and trust
in his manhoods integrity? Was not
his society a pleasure to her? What
more then was needful?
She resented repfoach which he had
not intended. Still, the passion and
yearning Of his handsome couutenance
touched her. IS. = <
(. "You will always be first with me,
Gear. Is not that enough?" she answer
ed gently. .z .<..ss
2 Just then there was a sound of eoot-
steps and subdued tones in the corridor
back of them. .5.
Immediately q friend entered the box;
he was followed by a stranger whom
he introduced as Mr.. Sidney ClaVering.
Madge heard her name rneated by a
grave, str0ng, barytone voice; and she
turned to see a tall and soldiarly ooking
figure, with a dark, proud face framed
IN dark, Wa..v hair and lighted by fine,
expressive. eyes of int tellectual cray.
He was not what one would describe
q as handsome man; as compared with
4 the fair, fascinafn elegant Guy Sew
erne, he was absolutely plain.
He acknowledged the introduction