The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1897-09-10

peated. tbs time she ran 10 the WIN
dow, opened It 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 arms. He clasped her
fervently to him. He kissed her again
and again as he said:
Tomorrow night, Marjorie, you Will
come to me-"
The girl half shrank away as she
said:
$50 soon-ah, no"
at is not too soon for me. little one
returned the Frepchman. CALAMITY.
"for | love you-ah! so much, Mar
jorle, and every hour seems to me
day. Listen, then: You will retire to
bed tori rrow 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?"
Eyes, monsieur, / understand. but
But what. my love"
Il was thinking of my things. How
shall get them away?"
''Parbleu!-there must be no luggage
You must leave it all behind. and
bring nothing but your own sweet
self"
"But," continued Marjorie, Il 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
poor man, Marjorie, and when 20"
are my wife, all mine will be all yours
also. You shall have as much money
as you please to buy what you VIII
Only bring me your own sweet self
Marjorie-that will be enough"
With such flattery as this the French
man dazzled her senses until long past
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many efforts to get away, he allowed
her to return to the house.
During that night Marjorie slept
very little; the next day she was pale
and distraught. She wandered about
the house in melancholy fashion; she
went up to the churchyard several
times and sat for hours beside her fos-
ter-fathers grave. She even cast re-
gretful looks towards Annandale Cas-
tie, and her eyes were constantly filled
with tears.
At length it was all over. The day
was spent; the whole household had re-
tired, and Marjorie sat In her room
alone. Her head was ringing, her eyes
burning, and her whole body trembling
with mingled fear and grief-grief fol
the loss of those whom she must leave
behind-fear for that unknown future
into which she was about to plunge
She sat for a minute or so on the bee
trying to collect her thoughts; then sh,
wrote a few hurried lines, which sh'
sealed and left on her dressing-table.
After that was done, she looked ovel
her things. and collected together on
or two trifles-lttle mementos OF thu
past, which had been given to her b!
those she held most dear. and which
were doubly precious to her, now tina
she was going away. She fingered 81
long and so lovingly over those treas
ures that she forgot to note how rap
idly the time was flying on.
Suddenly she heard shrill whistle
and she knew that she was lingering
over-long. Hurriedly concealing he
one or two souvenirs, she wrapped her
self in her cloak, put on her hat ant
a very thick veil, descended the stairs
and found the Frenchman. who wa
waiting impatiently outside the gate
Whittier they went Marjorie scarcel.
knew. for in the excitement OF tn
scene her senses almost left her. Sh
was conscious only OF being hurrie,
along the dark road: then of bein
seated in a carriage by the French
mans side.
fro mn rONTTyurnl