The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1894-06-02

in place of the first writer. This was
the case, for Ferris was in a Pittsburgh
hospital, his wrist shattered by a spent
ball. Inflammation set in, and he did
not leave the hospital for six weeks
On his return to New York he
learned thai "~Scmiramis" had zone on
the Dad and Marguerite with it. \
presidents wife lay dying at an Adj.
rondack thinner resort, and the Planet
sent Ferris to write it up. Shortly
after his return from the Adirondacks
he was sent to report congress. and
consequently saw little of New York
that winter.
Before going he called at the GrayS'
flat, only to learn that they had given
it up the month before The yuung
lady. the janitor said, had left her new
address in ease anyone asked for them,
but that had been lost. Marguerite
was in town at the time of this call.
but was singing in another company.
After Ferris went to Homestead She
had written t. the address he gave her;
but as he was in hospital at the time
the letter did not reach him. Then the
company went on the road, and the flat
vas given up. After the careful direc-
tions left with the ~janitGr she thought
it odd that Ferris never wrote, but sup
posed he was busy; and invariably
ended such reflections by falling into
day dreams based on his words of that
last evening. Even if they did not see
each other for Il few months, he should
find how true she could he, and how
she would try to make herself worthy
to be the wife of So brilliant Il man.
Accordingly ali her spare salary went
toward tire purchase of books she had
heard him praise. Dickens, S~winburnc,
Thackeray, I~ialzac. Emerson and a
host more authors were religiously
studied regardless of any connection.
Late into the night she would read,
after a hot days dusty travel and 4
long evenings singing at some one
night stand.
There was a French girl in the chorus
whom she paid to give her French les
sons. This new teacher lost her tenn
per at the many %blundcrS, and laughed
at the ridiculous accent of her Amer
lean pupil, but for this Marguerite
cared little more than for the headaches
and burning eyes that followed her
long nights of reading. Each step
brought her nearer Ferris Level, and
some day when they met once more he
would be surprised, and proud of her
improvement If he had loved her in
the old days, even while she was ig-
~norant, what would he think of her
now?
Spring came again, and summer A
travel-staIued theatrical troupe boarded
a Il. x o. train, taking almost COM
plcte possession nj one of the cars. a
pale girl came down the aisle, and, as
she passed a mar rose and, with Il half
doubtful look. stopped her.
Excuse me- he said, ''but-you are
Marguerite Gray. aren't you? You nave
changed so much that | was not sure at
first"
The man was Ferris, and Marguerite
Gray felt the blood surge to her face at
the sudden joy of seeing him. 50 they
had met at last. and now they need
never part again!
Wont you sit here?" he went on.
I'VE have time for a good, long talk.
going as far as baltimore"
why, 50 are we" said the girl. I'VE
play there tonight. You'll oe sure to
come. won't you?"
Thanks" answered Ferris, Il little
embarrassed, as a thought struck him.
But ] never go to the theater nova
with ny wife"