The Red Cloud chief., 1897-12-10

man In a village
near Edinburgh, and suspicious OF tho
truth she Travelled 20 the place In Suth-
erland's company. The truth was
speedily made clear, for among tho
loose articles found on the dead mans
person were several letters In Caussl-
diere's handwriting. and an old photo
graph OF herself taken In Dumfrios.
II would he false TO say that Marjorie
r~ejoiced at her husbands death; II
would be equally false TO say that Il
caused her much abiding pain. She
was deeply shocked by his sudden end.
that was all. Nevertheless, she could
not conceal from herself that his re-
movai meant life and freedom to her
self and TO her child. While he lived
there would have been no peace for her
in this world.
He was buried in n peaceful place, a
quiet kirkyard not far from the sea;
and there, some little time afterward.
n plain tombstone was erected over his
grave. with this inscription:
Sacred TO the Memory
of
LEON CAUSSIDIERE,
Who Died Suddenly in This Village,
June 10. IS.
May he rest in peace
Marjorie had IL placed there. In per-
feet forgiveness and tenderness OF
heart.
And now our tale Is almost told. Tho
figures that have moved upon our little
stage begin slowly to fade away, and
the curtain is about to fall. What lit
tie more there is to say may be added
by way OF epllogue in rs few words as
possible.
In due time, but o till nearly =
year had passed. Marjorie married her
old lover. John Sutherland. II was a
quie. wedding, and after Il was over
the pair went away together TO the
Highlands, where they spent a peace
full honeymoon. During their absence
little Leon remained at the Castle with
his grandmother, who idolized him as
the heir If the Hctheringtons. On
their return they found the old lady
had taken a new lease of life, and was
moving about the house with much of
her old strength and a little Of her old
temper. But her heart was softened
and swcetcned once and forever, and
till the day OF her death, which took
place several years a~fterward, she was
q happy woman. She sleeps now In
the quiet k%lrkyard, not far from her old
friend, the minister. close to the foot
OF whose grave Is yet another, where
old Solomon, the faithful servant. lies
quietly AZ rest.
Marjorie Annan-or shall we call heI
Marjorie Sutherland?--is now a gentle
matron, with other children, boys ant
girls. besides the beloved child born e
her first husband. She hears them cry
ing in the Castle garden. as she walks
through the ancestral rooms where hel
mother dwelt so long in sorrow. Sh'
Is a rich woman, for by her mother
will she inherited all the property
which was found to be greater thar
anyone supposed. She is proud of be
husband, whom all the world knows al
a charming painter. and whose pictures
adorn every year the Scottish Academ,
walls; she loves her children, and sh'
is beloved by all the people OF the pas
toral district where she dwells.
The AMMAN flows along, as IL hat
flowed for centuries past. and as 1t vii
flow for centuries to come. Often Mar
ioric wanders on its banks, and look
ing in It's peaceful waters, sees the oil
faces come and go, like spirits In
dream The gentle river CAV her tn,
name she loves best. and by whicl
many Old folk call her Marjori
AMMAN: and when her time comes. sh
hopes TO rest not far from the side o
. AMMAN Water.
THE END.