The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-04-10

"Ah, now! That won't do. Tou love
me, don't you, Margie7"
Margie slips her little arms round him.
Blount looks at Margaret triumphantly
over her pretty head.
III you love me, say something for me-"
he whispers to the child"
Some simehin?"
"Yes"
THANK God for my good dinner" says
Margie, promptly, IL slightly irrelevantly
II is her last lesson, and she is very proud
| of 1t.
Blount laughs mournfully. kisses the
| child; and loosening hcr arms she runs
to her mother. filings all her daisies into
| her lap, pulls down her head and kisses
her, too, and darts out of the window
into the glowing garden beyond.
| You see! even she cannot help you"
says Margaret with faint smile, but in
| heartbroken tone
| IF she cannot" he breaks off abrupt-
| ~, and for moment they gaze into each
others eyes. scarce seeing each other for
| the mist that lies between them.
| "Oh, my lover cries she at last trem-
| ulously. 81 am sorry. Not even you can
| Know how sorry l am or how / suffer.
| IL is death to me-death. But to suly
| your good name! All! / have endured
| a great deal, but have not the strength
! for that"
| iOu "Oulu HOnCT EOOQ ndme!'
| GO says She in a suffocating tone.
"lt is goodbye them" hoarsely.
1T is-but-" bursting into tears-"l
| cannot say it. Go-go-in mercy"
He catches her In his arms, and for
the frst-perhaps the last time-he kisses
her.
There shall be no goodbye between
us two" he whispers. passionately. 81
am going now. But shall come back
| Margaret!
He has turned, has passed into the gar.
den with a white face and rigid lips, and
| has turned the corner leading to the side
path when suddenly he finds himself face
TO face with tall and very pretty wd1aan
| She has Margie's hand in hers, and seeing
| Blount, she comes to a standstill regard
ing him with the frankest surprise.
We must go back thirty minutes or SO
| Margie had run into the sunlit garden
| as has been said, and the chasing of manS
| butterflies brings her presently to the
clipped beech hedge that hides the cottage
from the road outside-and presently, d
| well-known hole in that hedge that gives
a glimpse of the world outside. At the mo
ment that Margie pushes her head through
the opening, very charming lady, very
charmingly dressed Is Just coming dowr
the sidewalk next the cottage. She /:
| iOOhlHB u nltle SAD, a llttle lOflOrn DIS
appointment is written large upon her ex
| pressive face. and, indeed, she has the all
of one who had expected all things ant
found nothing.
| She is now on her way back to the trair
that had brought her here two hour!
ago, so full of hope. Hope of finding some
one lost for many months, but always in
eXpressibly dear. But all her inquire,
in the small village below had led tC
nothing but the knowledge that she haC
been hopelessly misinformed, when tolC
to search for Margaret there. The pirn
cipal inhabitant had suggested anothe
village a few miles further on as a plac
likely to find her. but she had lost al
heart 1t seemed impossible that if Mar
garet Delawarr lived only a few mile
off they should not have heard of her.
"Oh, no, no! 1t is quite plain that poor
dear, headstrong Margaret is anywher
but here"
She is looking not only sad, this prett,
lady, as Margie peers at her through IN
hedge, but very tired. One can see sh
is unaccustomed to long walks owe
rough places, and, indeed, the little pat
ent high-heeled shoes she is wearing wer
never made to fight a country road.
So dire Is her distress of mind and bod
that now, seeing big stone upright b
the side of the hedge, she suddenly sink
upon it, and with a heavy sigh, let's he
face fall into her hands.
Suddenly she becomes conscious, as W
all do, that some living thing is near hei
! and looking up sees a little wondering
, beautiful face, staring at her through tn
opening in the green hedge.
That face! She rises to her feet. Goo
heavens! 1t is madness, of course-thi