Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1898-05-21
ed he. In answer to her appeal, addressing
Mrs. Scarlett,

ed nc. IN answer to her appeal, addressing
Mrs. Scarlet.
"No-no more. 80 far she had got In
her narrative when she raised herself high
on her pallet. stared wildly at me, made
last fearful effort to speak, and then drop.
ped bnck like stone upon her pillow. I
seized her; called aloud to her to name
the village near which the child had been
left; but all In vain. ! even shook her VIC.
lcntly. hoping thus to recall her, II only
for one moment, to q sense Of this life;
but I failed. even think"--angrily-
'that my violence frustrated my own
hopcs-that that last shake hurried her
end! At all events, she was dead, and
with her went every chance Of learning
the truth"
'What WINS the child's name?" asked
Wriothesley, abruptly.
Margaret she had been christened;
Meg the woman called her; for me,
called her nothing.
Meg! Az long dream suddenly recurs
to ones memory, bringing with II train
Of thought that has seemed dead and bur.
led for many day, 80 now there rushed
a remembrance Of that past wild yet hap
~ hour when a little child had been
drawn by loving hands from the damp and
death Of night to the warmth Of fire.
side shelter-a little child 30 small, 30
cold, that her white lips could scarcely
tell them that her name was "Meg." They
had not known what II meant then-thc
boy who was now man, the woman who
now was dead-but the man remembered,
and turned his eyes upon Marvel with
even gentler tenderness than he had be.
trayed before. That little vague sound
"M'g" had meant "Nieg"-Margaret
Alas, for the sorrow Of Il! thought he,
dwelling on her grief alone, giving no
thought to his own natural regret.
At that moment Marvel raised her head.
She was deadly pale; her eyes cleaned.
She came right up to Mrs. Scarlet and
laid burning hand on hers.
II have heard ALL" she said; "but there
10 one thing yet. There was a marriage
between sou and" She pointed to the
open lockct. "Say sov'
There was silence; her face now was
ghastly, and mechanically she laid both
her slender palms on Mrs. Scarlett's arms
and shook her 40 and fro.
''Suy, sayv she said, her voice being
almost q command.
A malignant smile lighted up the Others
face. She Aung the girl from her with q
little swift movement and turned her eyes
full on Wriotheslcy.
"Thcre was no marriage" she said
"Why should lie to please your slow.
" glnncing round Mt Marvel. mo, there
was no marriage. He lived, he loved, he
dicd-that was nll." She broke into a
wild laugh. "Docs II hurt your she cried
and then, In a slow, vcnOmous way-"l
am glad Of II. All, how often you have
hurt met
"Oh, mothcr-oh, mothcr! cried Mar
vel, In a sharp tone Of passionate re.
prOach, Of unuttcrablc misery; and she
let her face fall forward into her hands
There was moments dead pause after
that Wild, strange cry, and then all al
once, and without nm instant's warning
there was little rustic Of Mrs. Scarlctt's
gown; and instinctivcly Marvel and Wri.
otheslcy looked toward her. She was
llvid, CHASTITY. Her hands were clutchinp
the back Of chair near her, and she wa
swaying from side to side % one In NOR
tai agony.
The guests staying at Grange Cour,
faded away rs swiftly M shadows; thu
presence Of death scared them, and, be
sides, their visits had drawn to an end
At last no one was left In the house saw.
Sir George Townshcnd-whO would no,
20 In spite Of oil his lady loves hints. who
was disturbed by Mrs. Scarlett's bad taste
In choosing her house a. IN hospital
Wriothesley. Marvel and the invalid.