The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1893-05-31
MARGY'S HEROISM.

/ often wonder-nay, / never cease
wondering-at my own good fortune,
the same az l never cease thanking
God for 1t. look around my boudoir,
the room that Dick had prepared for
me as surprise against my retnrn
from our honeymoon, aud | catch
eight of the face in one of the mirrors
and for the thousandth time marvel
what he can ever have seen in poor,
little. insignificant me.
Let me describe what sec in the
glass. A small, slim parsonage, with
tiny face all marked by the small
pox, sallow complexion and a snub
nose; the mouth, however, is small
and the eyes are large and clear and
intensely blue, while the curly hair,
that will persistently set trim curls
and plaits at defiance, Is Of the duski-
est golden.
AS am scrutinizing myself my hus-
band come, in, tall aud handsome, a
veritable king among men.
"What are you doing, ma BELIEF" lie
asks, in his deep, tender voice.
"Looking at my ugly self in the
glass and thinking that the folks were
right IN wondering what you could
ever have seen in me-"
"My precious onc," says Dick, pas
sionatcly, "dont talk like that; you
know how it pains me. What could |
see in you? Why, a woman IN ten
thousand-a woman who voluntarily
gave up her life for mine"
"Were you writing, Marjorie?', he
he asks presently. as he catches sight
of some sheets of note paper which
are scattered about oil the quaint Chip
pendale writing table that is drawn
up by the fireplace.
"Yes, DEAR" | answer, al was
blinking of writing story. 1t will
amusc me while you are hunting"
"Margy, do me a favor" he says.
"Write about our courtship, the real
truth, you know; for am sure that
will make one of the bonniest tales
ever written"
"Grand idea, Dick" cry, clapping
my hands delightedly, "aud l will
call 1t How Won My Husband"
After he goes out of the room l
think over what he has said-that l
have to write down tho story Of how
I, Marjorie Wilson, govcrness.com-
panion to Arthur Lynn, at a salary of
$50 year, became Lady Lynn, with
q jointure SO bountiful that If it were
not for my almshouses and the schools
aVd the model cottages l should never
bc\ able to spend it all.
We'll, to commence at the very CON-
mcntement, l am an orphan; my
dearjfather dying when l was sixteen,
lefk me almost alone in the world.
My mother never remember, for she
died when l was born.
After my great loss l went to live
with my old govcrness, who kept
boarding-school at Sydenham, and,
on the whole, spent four very
happy years there.
Fate seemed determined 10 be kind
to me, for the mother of one of our
little girls heard Of a situation that, if
were fortunate enough to get 1t,
would exactly suit me. 1t was to be
govcrness of Lady Lynn's little boy.
wrote, applying for it, and in due
course an answer came, saying l was
engaged, my salary would be ESQ a
year, and had to enter into Inv new
duties on July A.
1t was long journey from London
10 Rinburn, in Northumberland, and
Idom't mind confessing that / felt
rather sad till l thought OF how for
tuna'c l was TO get a situation, and
then / chcered up.
When l got to my destination felt
tired out. A tai, cockaded footman
was on tho platform, eagerly scrutin-
izing each female. and as got out Of