Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-01-14


then, when the shallow, heartles
glory of my proud lifecould satisf,
Marjorie Dean. To ~ that VA
pretty, was to speak bpt lightly O
my charming appearance. i knes
myself to be exceedin1ly beautiful
not the pink and VII lovelinesl
which Murial posse 81, but tn.
grand, statuesqus nty of fac,
and form that one rely gaze.
upon. !. !.
When first l ent d seeisty
excited =. faxoz- =, zteI 4
long as ! came Ia contact with tht
world. | grew usea to t. ); it be.
came a part of my life. Lovers
came to me by the score. Ismiled
upon each, and in turn forgot them
to welcome the last in the train.
Heart after heart was laid at my
feet and trampled upon, for-as yet
mine had not been touched. Oh,
to think of the ruined lives, men
with bright prospects in life, brave
and noble-hearted, staked their all
and lost. Only. a smile sweet and
tender, some soft winning words,
and the siren had won.
Did l grieve over the unhappi-
ness / caused, you will ask. No,
no, heart was but trifie who
knew nothing of love and its pow
er treated it as but a sentiment.
Indeed, was proud of the num-
Der of moths that fluttered about
my light. 1t was just at this time
in my life that Mural and 1 while
at ball met Lester Cameron.
saw more than one glance lev.
eled upon us when our hostess
brought him up to us. He was a
man about five and thirty years of
age, tall, dark and exceedingly
handsome. 1t was said that up to
this time, he had never been in love.
'Ah, he will not resist the siren,' l
heard some one remark, as l smiled
mp into his face
But he did resist me, for no word
l'or looArtoia shst~s was more TO him
than the rest of the world, and
from that time / gave myself up
entirely to fascinating this stranger
who. had proven himself infiexible
to all charms. l think l was spur
red on by the polite indifference in
which he received all my advances.
was piqued, my vanity wounded
and l found myself trying as l new
er had tried before to win a smile
from those proud lips. There was
something in the tall, noble form,
and dark handsome face that at
tracted me strangely, not that 1
could ever have loved him. Oh,
no ! in after years when l gave my
passionate heart into another's &
keeping, knew that never an atom
of love could have gone out to Les.
ter Cameron, but he bafiied me,
and l who had held my sway so
long was not willing to fail in this
one point.
After this Mural and met him
constantly, and frequently was he
q guest at our home. l smiled at
last when l noticed how often he
came and my heart was swelling
with gratified vanity. All, silly
child that was, for soon l drank
the dregs of modification.
Standing alone with one of my
admirers upon a balcony at o friends
house, O conversation from an in
ner room floated out to us.
.How isit Lester?' the first voice
said, and there was q vein of merri-
ment in the tone, 'How. is it you
have escaped hearswhole. l never
knew anyone to resist the sirens
chains before
You are speaking of Miss Mar.
jorie Dean p
Yes! How the duce man car
you withstand her? If / were not
old enough to be her grandfather,
and had . handsome face like you
young rascal, l would lay my heart
at her feet myself, yes, by George.
l would
And be laughed at for your lido
cy. When l ask o woman to be my
wife Col. Montague, hope to win
more than q pretty face and charm.
ing smiles. Miss Dean is shallow,
heartless coquette, not worthy of q
true mans affection, and l would
not marry her If she offered me hel
hand. 1 will not say heart, for shs
does not possess one. There il
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