The Red Cloud chief., 1897-11-19

1UtO the ned, returned 10 Ter thdl w
side the fire, while Marjorie put her
arm around the little fellows shout
ders and presently fell asleep.
Now that the fever had actually
passed away, Mariorip's convalcscencc
was rapid.
She still kept ia her BED. being too
weak even to move without assistance.
and during the day little Leon was rom
stantly with her. She asked a few
questions, and the more she heard the
more her curiosity was aroused.
One day she inquired for the grave
lady whose face she himiy remembered
10 have seen, and who she now heard
was the mistress of the house. In the
afternoon the lady came to the bed
side.
Marjorie was sitting mp In bed that
day, propped up By pillows. looking tn"
very ghost of what she had once been:
while on the bed beside her was little
Leon, surrounded by his toys. He look
ed w. laughed. and clarpcd his hands
!. when Miss Dove came IN. but she only
n smiled and gently rcbuked him for his
n 'ohterousness.
Then she sat down beside the bed
n too Marjorie's hand.
Well. my child" she said, so
you are rapidly getting well"
For a moment Marjorie was silent
she could not speak. The tears were
binding her eyes aud choking her
voice, but she bent her head and kissed
the hand that had saved her.
UT,,,n ,N,,a - .ail Mics Nova "ypp
must not give way like this. You have
to tell me all about yourself, for at
present I know absolutely nothing
with an effort. Marjorie conquered
her emotion and dried her tears. But
what had she to t~ell?-nothing. 1t
seemed, except that she was friendless
and alone.
Nay" said the lady, gently. you
are not that; from the moment you en-
tered this door you had friends. But
tell me, my child. how was it | found
threshold? You nave a husband, per-
haps? Is he alive or dead?"
Marjorie shook her head.
He is here. in Paris. madame"
"And his name Is Caussidicre, Is It
GOT? So Leon has told me-"
Yes, madame, Monsieur Caussi-
4 deere"
y I'VE must seek him out" continued
Miss Dove. such conduct is not to
be endured. A man has nc right to
bring his wife to a foreign country and
I then desert her."
"Ah, no." cried Marjorie: you must
not ln thal uilI 1aova thn hnpSa
whenever you wish. madame. but do
not force me to see him again."
Miss Dove looked at her for a mo-
ment in silence: then she RAM for the
nurse, lifted Leon from the bed, and
sent him away.
Nov, my child" she said, when the
two women were alone, tell me your
story"
And Marjorie told it, or as much of 1t
as she could recall. She told Of her
early life in the quaint old manse in
Annandale with Mr.. Lorraine Solomon
and Mysie; of Miss Hetherington. and
OF the Frenchman who came with his
specious tongue and woOed her away.
Then she told of her life in Paris, OF
her gradual arrangement from all her
friends, and finally of her desertion by
the man whom until then she had be-
lieved to be her husband.
so" said the lady, when she had
finished, you were married by the
English law, and the man Is in reality
not your husband. Well, the only
thing W. can do Is to leave him alone
altogether. and apply TO your friends
Marjorie shook her head.
THAT is useless, madame she said.
when my little boy had naught but
starvation before him | wrote to my
D. mother In Annandale, but she did not
answer me-"
Is that SOL"
Yes, madame, 1t Is true"
1T is very strange" she said. but
we must see what can be done, Mar
jorIe-may l call you Marjorie? In the
meantime you must not think of all
/, these sad things. You must amuse
III yourself with Leon and get well quick
v ly, and my task will be the lighter"
After this interview Miss Dove visit
ed Marjorie every day, n sometimes
sat for an hour or more by her bedside,
and when at length the invalid, who
gained strength every day, was able
to rise from her bed, she lay upon O
couch by the window, and watched the
sunshine creeping into the streets.
1t was not like Marjorie to remain
idle when there was SO much to be
done. and as the weakness passed away
hee brain began to work. planning for
thu future. She had several schemes
made when she spoke OF them one
night to Miss Dove.
The lady listened quietly, then she
said:
You would rather remain in Paris
Marjorie. than go home?"
p Madame. | have no home"