Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1898-03-26

ms ordained 1t otherwise. i would keep
my promise, IL could; but--how can 1?'
"You cnn!' she cried, springing to her
feet. Don't you see how you can? Take
me with you"
look here, Marvel said he, with some
nspcrity-"you are very young. l know,
but that Is no reason why you should be a
-cr-so utterly absurd. 1t is time you
should learn that a girl Of your age could
not roam about the world with young
man unless he were TO marry her."
"Wcll. why don't you marry me then?'
she said. rcscntful tears filling her eyes.
Sir Fulkc stared at her for some mo.
ments in undisguiscd amazcmcnt, hardly
knowing what to say or think; and then
suddenly the meaning of her words struck
him. II he were to marry her! The
events Of the past few weeks REQUIRED to
him, and swiftly in imagination he pass
ell again through the scenes that he would
have been only too glad to forget. First
he saw the pale, beautiful face of Lady
Mary calmly and serenity awaiting the
appronch of death. Again he heard her
cntrcating him In gentle accents TO be.
friend the lonely chill she had loved and
reared, while her face was upturned to
him with look of incffablc love In her
blending eyes. And then there came be-
fore him that other face, with an express
sion of iicndish mockcry, and the bcauti-
ful eyes, as the lips he had once kissed
proclaimed 20 him that solution Of the
problem which so pcrplexcd him. Marry
hcr--such was the advice given to him.
Well, how IL he obcyed her in this, rs he
had In all things during their brief nc
auaintance? His heart beat with fierce
jOy as he thought of how she would look
when first she heard of IT, TO be so soon
forgottci--that would touch her, the more
no rs she had always been jealous Of the
child. 1t would be a sweet revenge.
lie looked suddenly ut Marvel, and the
sight Of her hastcncd his decision; she
was sitting on low scat, her head droOp.
Ing, her fingers intcrlaced, with an express
sion Of deepest melancholy upon her child.
ish face. He went over to her, and, lean.
Ing upon the back Of chair, SAID, DELHI.
cratcly:
"You think IL I were to--that Is, II you
were to marry me II would arrange mat.
tiers, and make you happier? 30 be 1t,
then"
She drew her breath quickly, but said
nothing.
"Wiii your he said.
"Wouid it''-raising her largc anxious
eyes to his-"would It mean that you
would take me with you when you go
abroad forcverT
'Ccrtainly. That Is what Il would
mcnn'-nO more, he thought.
| ''Ihcn I WILL" she said, sOlcmnly.
She looked Mt him earnestly, and - she
looked the grave expression on her face
trembling lips. A moment later the last
remnant Of her grief ana fear had vanish.
| cd MS a snow flakc mclts before the en-.
brace OF the sun.
us It true? Is Il rcalT' she cried,
"Shali indeed 60 with you?"
do you think you can be ready In a
hurry p asked he, filed now with his own
desire to quit England and the woman
who had deceived him. AT once, I mean
lin a real hurry? Could you''-with some
hesitation, feeling uncertain as to how
she would take it-''could you marry me,
say, tomorrow"
"This minute, II you like" she said.
heartily. "What Is there to prevent it?'
The next few days passed In hurried
whirl Of preparation for the hasty mar.
riagc. Then came the wedding morning.
Marvel rose carly and went for soil.
tary stroll through the gardens and those
parts Of the grounds that had grown Spc.
cially dear through fond associations. The
clear ringing Of bell within the house
warned her that time was flying, 80, with
many a farewell glance and sigh, and not
without few tears, she returned to her
room.
Her mind was full Of Lady Mary on
this her marriage day. In some strange
occult way she seemed to be very near TO
her. When her toilet was quite com.
pletcd, she dismissed her maid and knclt
down before tall oaken chair and pray.
cd fcrvcntly for little while-that Fulke
might be happy always. and she, too, and
good, ind that he might always love her.
In the vcstry room she signed her name.
"Marvel Craven" In her firm, beautiful
handwriting, and afterward she kissed
the rector and then her husband.
They were standing In the library. al.
most ready to start. when WriOthesley
noticed the locket that Marvel wore round
her neck. It was the same old battered
ornament she had on her on the night she
had been rescued BY him from the storm.
"How many years It IL since saw that,
he said. touching II; land what . mite
you were then! You remember"
II remember that you saved me. Auntie
told me always 10 keep this l0cket, 40 II
might help me to find-to trace some one
belonging to me. You know have Meth.
er father. brother, nor sister," she said
simply. II have indeed no One-no one
in a low tonc-"but you"
He felt a. though he were In dream
standing there with the girl--little more
than child-bcside him, who In reality
was his wife. For moment he was al
most overcome by horrible longing t.
undo It ALTO escape from her-to bt
FREQ once more; but 1t was too late! HI
drew deep breath, and compelled him
self to return to the listless. indifferent
tone and manner which he had adopted
ever since he had arranged his marriage
He despised himself for entertaining such
thoughts. He d0ubly despised himself
. for the thought that had entered his mini
at the sound Of her last wOrds-that b,
, had indeed given the good old name to {
woman who was herself nameless!
, Marvel went on board the yacht still
clad In the white gown. She had elected
D to wear 1t all through the day, and thel
put It away and keep It ever sacred a. he
wedding gown. So much she though
; about her marriage, but little more. Th'
real thing was that she was going to sal
away with Fulke to summer seas and sun
ny lands.
(To be continuedJ
. Squaw's Affection.