The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1894-08-30

word OF honor have seen nothing i'm
proper. Her grief seemed to be per-
fectly genuine. and as for Mr.. Simon
eau. he acted like gentleman
throughout. Well, they got OFF yester-
day, and when Marguerite lays off her
mourning. don't see why they mayn't
do as they please, do YOU"
The woman nodded her acceptance
of that view.
Anyway, blurted out Nine. Cabin,
the dead man couldn't compare with
of b mes always sitting around whin-
ing and moaning, and without u cont
in his pocket. All, such a husband as
that is not worth much for a woman
with any life in her. But lust look at
NJ. Simoneau-s trong and healthy as q
day laborer, and rich into the bar
gain
Take my word for it," added Nine.
Cab n. as she turned to leave the
restaurant, the other man did we'll to
get out Of the way. 1t was lucky
thing for Marguerite."
made hast, to quit the place, and
as l caught sight of myself in the
mirror u strange and yet not disagree
alb g sensation crept over me. Never
before had 1 realized what miserable
it not been presumption, nay, crime,
for me to marry that beautiful girl.
If l had had plenty of money it might
have been different, but to be such an
un>ightly creature and yet expect this
fair-haired and sweet-visaged child to
share my poverty, my gloom, my
melancholy. Oh, it was d crime:
aye, a crime. That is the only word
which expresses it. And now that
am dead to her would it not be
! generous and manly to remain so: But
as my health continued to improve
un Ter DR.. Berteaux's skillful care the
| demon jealousy again t>ok possession
of my heart, and my only thou hit was
! to rescue Marguerite from SimCneau.
My benefactor saw that some great
grief was gnawing at my yitals, and
when l proposed to make short
| Journey to the country he gladly gave
| his consent.
While l felt that l would never have
| the courage to demand that Marguo-
| rite should retur t. me, yet | was
fully determined to appeal to her and
| exact a solemn pledge that she would
| never tecOme Simon ,au's wife.
knew about where the family estate of
the Simoneaus was located and had no
difficulty in finding the spot where
Marguerite had been hidden away
from the world by this man. 1t was
beautiful old house standing in the
center of the garden, and [ hung
around 1t for several days like a thief,
watching for some. one to open the gate,
| that he might slip in. one morning
as I stood peering through the iron
rails of the garden fence the sound of
footsteps on the graveled walk caught
my ear, and the next instant Marquee
| rite and Simoneau came in view. oh
heaven, how beautiful she looked. His
arm was twined aifectionately around
her. and her sad, sweet face was al
most too fair to be human.
! My first thought was to shrek out
my rage and beat upon the iron fence
with my crutches: but presently my
heart softened, the tears burst forth,
and [ found myself breathing bless
ings upon that angel in mourning
robes.
1T is better" groaned. bette" for
her at least" And as that tall, girlish
figure disappeared among the rose
trees ] turned away muttering to my
self. "the dead and the living cannot
! inhabit the same world"
Ten years have elapsed since that
dreadful hour, and l have never re-
pented my action. Thanks to DR.. Ber'
teaux, whose name have taken, am
strong and robust man, and thank
to him, we'll supplied with this world s
goods, for before his death he con