The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-03-31

her life would be: for it seemed to then
who could make her happy-that year il
Quebec had changed her SO, had given
her larger ideas of life and men.
He had talked much with her from time
of that. She thought him wise, ana he
had wondered at some deep searching
things she had said. He would have gone
far to serve her, for the gossip, now al.
rie's mother before she married Marie's
father, had foundation. The cure had
stepped in, for Medallion was a Protest
ant, and that ended it, but Medallion had
cure, and himself and Marie's father
were the best of friends Medallion was
also busy watching Monsieur Camille, fol-
he felt that there was something wherein
friend might serve Marie-though how
he did not know. He liked the young
mans face, for it had that touch of lone.
the present gaiety of eve, voice and man
ner made almost pathetic. He even saw
something more-a recklessness, not nat
ural to the YOUTHS character, which sat
on him like touch of doom. And as he
thought, Marie's allegory-her wonder
full, beautiful, dreadful'-those were hel
words-tale of love, kept showing in viz.
id pictures IL his eye.
But if he could have read the young
mans mind, could have seen the strug-
gle going on there, the despair, the break.
ing up of all the settled courses of a life
he would have been as startled as appre-
hensive. For while Camille Debarres was
urging on this mirth and reVel with {
nervous eagerness, he kept saying tt
give her up, God forgive me! Marie
Mariew
The words beat in and out of the music
Youth, humanity, energies of the active
world were crying out, fighting for mas
terry in the breast of one soon to be giver
to the separateness of the church, where
in the love of man and maid must be
viewed with distant paternal eye. a
hundred forces had been at work to put
him and keep him in the church; and
when, as student, Marie came into his
life, these forces with loving, yet severe
apprehension, closed on him-and on the
girl-and had separated them. as il
seemed, forever.
He was older now, but as he neared the
final act that should set him apart from
the world, and close up for always the
springs of youth and desire, the old feel
ing had leaped up. had filled him. he
had somehow got few days of respite
and this was the result, this mad esca-
pade, this, dangerous playtime!
The night wore on. At last he was
able to catch Marie's eyes. She could not
resist that pleading. the inexpressible
down beside him, and again Medallion
called off the figure of the dance.
They spoke in very low tones, TRYING
with what desperate anxiety to prevenf
What do you want to say?" she
asked. her breath catching.
81 want to know, Marie if you still
love me?" His voice whispered through
the music.
What does it natter" she said. "Ant
is it right to ask?'
I've e, come on al al the way from Quebec to
you came to ask that, what did yor
come to say?'' she flashed out, her lips
quivering a little.
II l.
you knew I couldn't ask you if you cared
unless /"
He paused. for il he spoke the words
the die would be cast forever: he would
incense and not the breath of Woman
a breath like this soft sweet. instinct
with youth and delight-would touch his
senses. Yet what had ne come for? Tt
rack a girls heart and soul and then re.
turn to his masses and his PRAYERS Ieav
ing an injured life behind him? When he
started from Quebec he scarcely knew
what he was going to do-save that he
must see this girls face once-once again
He had had no thought beyond that
That desire was not within him. He die
not know-she might be married or dead
or the betrothed of another, but he would
see her. then return to his sacred duties
and forget. In coming at all he haC
committed q sin for which he would have
to atone bitterly, when he returred-if he
returned: but the latter thought had not
presented itself to him definitely, though
1t had dashed in and out of the vapors OF
emotion like flying fame.
But now, here was Marie and here was
he in the garb of a work-a-day world
and frivolity and irresponsible gaiety
around them; and he all on a. sudden
with his far-awav bovish recklessnes:
again alive in him-the Master of the
Revels.
"Unless?" Marie asked. Eyes. unless? :
There were two little lines at the corners
of her mouth lines which never came tc
a girls face unless she had suffered anc
lost. Marie had not on1v a heart but a
sense of honor. tco-for the man. HAVING
come to her thus, whatever CHANGED. he
should Justify himself in so far as might
be, by saying what any honest mar
would say. She had a right to know II
he still loved her. and he had no right II
know If she still loved him until that was
done. He must be justified in her sight
If he loved her-and said so-then let the
submit
She flushed with a kind of INDIGNATION
Must she always be the sufferer? He-a
rnan-had work of ljfe TO interest him
She had nothing. nothing save herself
and the solitary match of meager parish
life She would have her moment of tri.
llnph in. spite IF all. She would hear him
say he loved her-she would make hin
give ND, all for her. She was no longer
the wistful. shrinking girl who had beer
hurried back to her home from Quebec
and handed over to the tender watchful
ness of Monsieur Fabre. whose heart had
ached for her, yet who felt that wha-
was was best.
She was very much a. woman row. an6
if only for an hour she would have hel
way.
UNLESS what-CamilIe?- she asked.
Her voice dwelt softly on the Cam.
Tile" 1t was the first sound of tenderness
that he had heard from her since he came