The Yale expositor., 1897-11-26

the old man in the garden, looking I'M
Usually bright and hale; but his talk
was still confused; he mingled the
present with the past, and continued
! to speak of Marjorie, and to address
her, as If she were still a child.
The sun was setting when they left
him, turning their steps toward An
Mandate Castle. They fingered slowly
along the road, talking of Indifferent
things, and sweetly happy in each
others society, till it was growing
| dark.
Then Marjorie held out her hand.
Let me go with you to the Castle
gate" said Sutherland eagerly.
mot tonight" answered Marjorie
pray, lie. me walk alone, with only lit
tie Leon"
Very unwillingly he acquiesced, and
suffered her to depart. He watched her
sadly till her figure disappeared in the
darkness, moving toward the lonely
bridge across the AMMAN.
Having wished Sutherland good
night, Marjorie took the child by the
hand and walked back across the mead
ows toward the Castle. 1t was peace
full gloaming the stars were shining
brightly, the air was balmy; so she
sauntered along, thinking dreamily of
the past.
She walked up by the bridge, and
looked down at Amman Water, flowing
peacefully onward.
AS she looked she unused. Her life
had begun with trouble, but surely all
that was over now. Her days in Paris
seemed to be fading rapidly into the
dimness of the past; there was a broken
link in her chain of experience, that
was all. Yes, she would forget it, and
remember only the days which she had
passed at Annandale.
And yet how could she do so? There
was the child, little Leon, who looked
at her with her fathers eyes, and spoke
his childish prattle in tones so like
those of the dead man. that they some
times made her shudder She lifted the
boy in her arms.
Leon" she said, "do you remember
Paris, my child-do you remember
your father?"
The child looked at her. and half
shrunk back in fear How changed she
had become! Her cheeks were burning
feverishly, her eyes sparkling.
Mamma" said the boy, half draw
ing from her, what is the matter?"
Nothing, darling" she said.
She pressed him fondly to her, and
set him again upon the ground. They
walked on a few steps farther, when
she paused again, sat down upon the
grass, and took the boy upon her
knee.
Leon" she said, patting his cheek
and soothing back his hair. you love
Annandale, do you not?"
Yes, mamma, and grandmamma,
and Mr.. Sutherland"
"And-and you would be able to for
get the dreadful time we spent in
Paris?"
"And papa?"
"My darling, your father is dead"
She pressed the child to her again;
raised her eyes and looked straight in
to the face of her husband.
Caussidiere!
1t was indeed he, or his spirit, stand
ing there in the starlight, with his pale
face turned toward her, his eyes look
ing straight into hers. For moment
they looked upon one another-he made
a movement toward her, when, with a
wild cry, Marjorie clasped her child
still closer to her, and sank back
swooning upon the ground.
When she recovered her senses she
was still lying where she had fallen;
the child was kneeling beside her, cry
ing bitterly, and Caussidiere, the man,
and not his spirit, was bending above
her. When she opened her eyes, he
smiled, and took her hand.
at is I, little one" he said. DO DOT
be afraid"
With a shudder she withdrew her
hand, and rose to her feet and faced
him.
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