The Red Cloud chief., 1897-09-10

peated. THIS TIME Sne ran 10 the Biu-
dow. opened 1t and put out herhead.
"Who is IT," she asked softly. "Is
any one there?"
Eyes. Marjorie. 1t is I, Leon; come
down.
Trembling more and more, Marjorie
hurriedly closed the window, wrapped
a shawl about her head and shoulders,
and noiselessly descended the stairs.
The next minute she was In the
Frenchman's rms. He clasped hcr
fervertly to him. He kissed her again
and again as he said:
come to me-"
The girl half shrank way as she
said:
80 soon-ah. no.
at is not too soon for me. little one.
returned the Frenchman, CALAMITY,
for ] love you--ah! so much. Mar
jorie. and every hour seems to me a
day. Listen. then: You will retire to
bed tomorrow night In the usual way.
When all the house Is quiet and every
one asleep you will wrap yourself up In
your travelling cloak and come down.
you will find me waiting for you here.
DO you understand me, Marjorie?"
Yes. monsieur, I understand, but
But what. my love-
81 was thinking of my things. How
shall | get them away
''Parbleu!-there must be no luggage.
You must leave II all behind. anu
bring nothing but your own sweet
self"
But" continued Marjorie. 81 must
have some clothes to change.
Most certainly; you shall have just
as many as you wish. my little love
But we will leave the old attire, as we
leave the old life. behind us. | am not
n poor man, Morjorie, and when you
are my wife. all mine will be all yours
also. You shall have as much none.
as YOU please to buy what you Will
Only bring me your own sweet self
Marjorie-that will be enough"
With such fattery as this the French
mar dazzled her senses until long pas
midnight: then, after she had mad'
WinN eUCItS W b'l away hN
her to return to the house.
During that night Marjorie slep
very little; the next day she was pal
and distraught. She wandered abou
: the house in melancholy fashion: sh
went up to the churchyard severa
t times and sat for hours beside her fos
ter-father's grave. She even cast re
gretful looks towards Annandale Cas-
| tie, and her eyes were constantly file
with tears.
At length 1t was all over. The da
. was spent; the whole household had re
4 tired, and Marjorie sat in her ROOF
t alone. Her head was ringing, her eye
burning. and her whole body tremblin
with mingled fear and grief-grief ft
n the loss of those whom she must lea'
behind-fear for that unknown futui
9 into which she was about to plung
n She sat for a minute or so on the be
d trying to collect her thoughts; then ST
wrote a few hurried lines, which 81
sealed and left On her dressing-table.
" After that was done, she looked ov'
: her things. and collected together OF
or two trihes-little mementos OF Il
l. past. which had been given to her I
e those she held most dear, and whit
Ie were doubly precious to her, now tn
she was going away. She fingered
Ie long and so lovingly over those trea
d ures that she forgot to note how ra
Is idly the time was flying on.
Ie Suddenly she heard a shrill whist
e and she knew that she was lingerii
lie over-long. IIurriedly concealing h
ID one or two souvenirs, she wrapped he
self in her cloak, put on her hat Al
" a very thick veil, descended the stall
ID and found the F~renchman. who W
l. waiting impatiently outside the ga
st Whittier they went Marjorie scarce
N knew. for in the excitement Of {
scene her senses almost left her. S
n was conscious only Of being hurri
along the dark road: then of bel
seated in a carriage by the Frenc
mans side.
tr (To RE C~oNTINUED.)