The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1895-07-19
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'De Marceau! De Marceau! Gu es-tu.
de Marceau?"
"Then, as the young statesman appeared,
bareheaded, before them, smiling and bow
ing his thanks for this reception, that sub
limest of all French poets, Victor Hugo,
made an address of welcome. When, three
months later, La Bretagne sailed from
Havre, Miss Blank and her pupils sailed
on her, and Paul de Marceau came to bid
them goodbye.
"When you see Mees Ray" he said at
parting, "eef she should ask for me, tell
her send her my compliments. But do
not let her know what my life here ees, or
my position. Should she one day care for
me, eet must be for myself alone. Tell her,
my friend, Zat l could make her happy,
and zat l could earn my bread and hers,
but nuzzing more. haf your promise?"
'You have;" answered Miss Blank, earn
estly. II will say no mure. And now,
goodbye"
Upon reaching New York, Miss Blank,
having been relieved by parents and friends
of the responsibility of her six summer
charges, hastened to spend one night with
her friend, Mrs. Barber, and to see Frances
Ray.
She found the girl in a deplorable con-
dition, sad and listless,-ln short, in love.
And, finally, when they were alone kneel-
ing by Miss Blanks side, her face hidden
in her hands, her eyes tearfully bright,
Frances Ray confessed her love for Paul
dc Marcea. 1t was the "old, old story"
that she told between her sobs; he had
loved her, and she had scorned his love-
had sent him from her, despising him.
And now, when it was too late, the proud
heart turned and sought its master in vain.
He will not come back" she whisper
ed huskily: Il told him it would be useless
to do so. But OH Miss Blank, l want him!
| want him so much r'
Miss Blank tried to comfort her The
love was mutual she assured the weeping
" q
man and could support her and make her
happy.
But Frances Ray refused to be comfort
ed 1t was all her own fault, she said to
herself; and day by day she passed in hop
ing almost against hope, in mourning un-
ceasingly for the bygone days, while even
l.
Six weeks later Miss Blank saw among
the arrivals from Europe the name of
paul de Marceau.'
Soon after, having business in New York,
Miss Blank called again upon Mrs Barber,
but was informed by the lordly butler, af-
ter waiting for some minutes, that Mrs.
Barber begged to be excused, and Miss
Ray as well. The ladies could not see Miss
Blank that afternoon
Grieved beyond measure at this extraor-
dinary message, but seeking no explana
ton from the servant, Miss Blank left the
house and fastened to thehotel where M.
de Marceau usually stopped.
She was ushered into reception room,
and seated by door leading into an ad-
joining room, she distinctly heard de Mar
ceau's voice:
''Tell re lady am not at home, he said
and, without waiting for the man to return,
Miss Blank walked out of the room and
out of the hotel.
Il don't understand them all, the good
lady muttered to herself, as she hurried
down the crowded street, ''but my consci-
ence is clear at any rate; so l won't let it
worry me-"
One month from that time Miss Blank
read in the paper an account of the mar
riage of Miss Frances Ray, daughter of
the late Mr. James Ray, of New York, to
Mr. Paul de Marceau, of Paris, at Grace
Church, New York
And she had received no word of invita-
ton or of announcement.
Five years passed slowly and unevent-
fully to Miss Blank, still with her school
in Connecticut, when one morning in ear
Iv MAY servant brought her visitors |
card.
1t was heavily edged in mourning, and |
bore the name: MADAME de Marceau."
Miss Blank started up in glad surprise, !
and fastened to the door of her room. |
Then an ugly little frown puckered her |
brow, and she stood still to think A mo-
ment after smile chased away the frown, |
and, hurrying down the broad stairway,
Hiss Blank entered the drawing room. A |
There was a long, silent embrace, them
1T was good of you to see me, very
good" Madame de. Marceau murmured, as
hey seated themselves side by side on the |
soft divan near the open window
MY poor chilil" Miss Blank said gent
y, "how ill you look! How changed
And this morning, dear, it is for"
She broke off abruptly, almost frighten-
ed by the look on the younger woman's |
face.
1T is for auntie," she finished: "she |
lleu week ago, anu L arrived nome III
lime to hear all, and have come to ask |
your forgiveness"
Dear child can forgive and forget,
now that have you back with me. But |
poor Evelyn, how sad, how sadn' mur-
murcd Miss Blank, wiping away a tear
shed for the friend of her childhood
"An | can tell YOU, without laying
blame on one who-has been-very dear
to me-" Frances de Marceau continued
lis this: you were cruelty wronged At
ter your return from Europe, when was
out my energy and strength long
ing for the man loved, they-auntie and
uncle-sent for him, secretly. He came,