The Red Cloud chief., 1897-11-26

the old man in the garden. looking IN
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 II she were still a child.
The sun was setting when they ',ft
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 1t was growins
dark.
Then Marjorie held out her hand.
Let me go with you to the Castle
gate" said Sutherland eagerly.
mot tonight answered Marjorie.
Pray, let me walk alone. with only lit
tie Leon"
Very unwillingly he ~acqulesced. and
suffered her to depart. lie watched her
sadly till her figure disappeared in the
darkness, moving toward the lonely
bridso across the Amman.
Having wished Sutherland good
night. Marjorie took the child by the
hand and walked hack across the mead.
ows toward the Castle. 1t was a peace
full cleaning: the stars were shining
brightly. the air was balmy; so she
sauntercd along. thinking dreamily OF
the past.
She walked up by the brOge. 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 1t. 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 one 30 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 natter"
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 II
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 pail
face turned toward her, hls eyes look
! ing straight into hers. For a momen
they looked upon one another-he mad
a movement toward her. when. with
wild cry, Marjorie clasped her chill,
still closer to her, and sank bacl
swoOning upon the ground.
When she recovered her senses sh'
was still lying where she had fallen
the child was kneeling beside her, cry
ing bitterly, and Caussid!ere. the man
and not his spirit, was bending abov
i her. When she opened her eyes, h
smiled, and took her hand.
at Is I, little one" he said. d no
be afraid"
> With a shudder she withdrew he
l. hand, and rose to her feet and face
him.
Al