The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-11-14
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BY CLARA AUGUSTA
INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSASSINATION.
CHAPTER XIv.-(CoSriSUEp.)

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You will not die, bore II. and still
live; and II is so much harder for me,
because have to bear II all alone. You
have your religion TO help you, Margie.
Surely that will bear you upl have
heard all you pious people pirate enough
Of its service In time Of trouble to re-
member that consolation"
"Don.t, Alexandrine. II is sinful TO
scorn Gods holy religion. Yes. you are
right; II will help me. God himself
will help me, II I ask him. He knows
how much I stand in need of It."
lam glad you are so likely to be sup
ported" returned the girl, half earn
sstly. half-contemptuously "Are you
satisfied In regard TO Mr.. Archer Trev-
lypT
II will not credit IT," cried Margie,
passionately. "He did not do that
deedl He could notl So good. and
noble. and pltiful of all suffering hui
manityl And beside. what motive could
he haveH"
The motive was all-powerful. Has
aot Mr.. Trevlyn, by his own confession.
owed you from his youth up?"
Yes"
And Paul Linmere was about 10 be-
come your husband. Could there be
more potent reason for Archer Trevlyn
to desire Mr.. Linmere's death? He
vas an obstacle which could be re-
moved IN no other way than by death, be-
cause you had promised your father to
marry him. and you could not falsify
vour word. All men are weak and liza
BILE to sin: is Trevlyn any exception?
Margie, have told You frankly what I
know. You can credit IL or not.
leave It with you; decide II as you think
best. II is eight o'clock I will go
now. for II Is time for your lover 10
.ome for you"
20, l cannot meet him-not tonight
must have time TO think-time 10 col
lect my thoughts! My heed whirls so.
and everythins is so dark, Stay. Al
exandrine, and excuse me 10 him. say
l have headache-anything 10 quiet
him. cannot see him now should
go mad! Let me have night to think
Of itr
Alexandrine rut her hand on the soft
hair Of the bowed head.
my poor Margie Il is hard for YOU.
Hark! there is the bell He has come.
VIII you not so down."
mo. no, no! DO what you Judge best,
and leave me to myself and my God"
Alexandrine went out. and Margie,
locking the door after her. fung her
self down on the carpet and buried her
lace in the pillows OF the sofa.
Miss Lee swept down the staircase, |
her dark. bright face resplendent. her
bearing naughty as that OF an empress. !
Arch was in the parlor He looked up |
eagerly as the door opered but his |
countenance fell when he saw that II
WAS only Miss Lee. She greeted him |
cordially.
Good evening, Mr.. Trevlyn am
teputized 10 receive you. and my good |
Intentions must be accepted in place OF !
more fervent demonstrations
Il am happy to see you, Miss Lee.
Where is Margie?"
she is in her room. somewhat indis-
posed. She begged me TO ask you to
excuse her. as she is unable TO come
down. and of course cannot have the
pleasure Of going with you to the opera
sick? Margie sick" he exclaimed
snxiously "What can be the matter?
she was well enough three hours ago
%. do not be uneasy. II is nothing
serious. A headache, | think. She
will be we'll after nights rest Can
DOT prevail on you to sit down."
Il think not. tonight, thank You.
will call tomorrow. Give Margie my
best love, and tell her how sorry am
that she is i'll"
Alexandrlne promised. and Mr.. Trev
Ign bowed himself out. She put her
aand to her forehead which seemed al
most bursting with the strange weight
there.
Guilty or not guilty" she muttered,
what does it matter to me? l love
him. aud that Is enoughw