The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-06-30

| had come DOWN 70 speak 70 his people,
but, oh. how happy shs fslti This wsS
such pleasant world and there were
such pleasant people tn 1t. Her cheeks
glowed. She stepped ont into the cool
night air and was turning toward homo
when voice stopped her. 1t was not
usual for any one to speak to Margot,
for she knew no one. Her life was too
busy to find time in 1t to know peo-
| pie.
She looked up quickly and there was
the Prince of the fairy tale. Margot
had read one once and she had never
forgotten 1t. The Prince had just such
curly hair and rosy cheeks and blue
eyes. He wasn't a real Prince, Of
course, though that was Margot's first
thought, He was much better than
Prince, for he was some one she knew
the grocer's boy around the corner
from where she lived.
IN just walk around home with
you," he said. "It's pretty dark to-
night" .. ....-- ,--.--.s-s. ;. -
Margot said not word, but she did
not look displeased. She was silent,
too, all the way home, but the grocer's
boy did not seem to mind that, for he
had plenty to say for himself, and
when Marsot babe him good night as
he left her at the basement door her
cheeks burned and her eyes shone like
stars. She hardly knew how she reach
ed her room, and she brushed her hair
with the back Of the hair brush for
fully five seconds before she became
conscious Of the fact.
"Margot," said Margot's mistress the
next morning, didn't hear voices
when you came home last night?"
Eyes, ma'am," said Margot. Then
there was question or two and Mar
got had told all about it.
'@assNow, Margot," said her mistress,
kindly, II know you did not intend any
harm, but you must be very careful.
You are very young and inexperienced;
you do not know what is right and
what is wrong; there are great many
very wicked men In the. world, more
wicked than you can know anything
about, and do not wish you to let this
occur again."
!. .. mo. ma'am," answered Margot, re-
spectfully.
But Margot did not sing to herself
all that day, or that week, and the next
Sunday she went to church in the
morning.
II can't understand what makes Mar
got so slow and stupid" said Margot's
mistress, wonderingly, up stairs.
1t was two or three weeks before
Margot went to church again in the
evening, and then she dressed with a
humping heart and hurried out Of
the church at the end of the service
and was away before any one could
speak to her.
Not long after she again went to
church in the evening. She had not
intended to, but there had been so
much to do in the house during the
day that she could not help it.
well, you see I am waiting for
you," said familiar voice that set her
heart to beating SO that she could hard
" breathe as she hurried out Of the
church, not looking to the right or to
the left. Q.
"Oh, you can't get away from me like
that" said the same laughing voice
close behind her.
Then Margot ran. Oh, how she ran!
She reached home breathless and pant
ing. She climbed the stairs, undressed,
and crept slowly into bed. The next
morning she looked tired, and there
were unusual rings about her eyes.
Il would not 60 to church again in
the evening If were you, Margot,"
her mistress said to her. II think 1t
is too much for you after you have
been busy all day." And Margot did
not go again. =
And the years went on. Margot was
busy, yes, and happy. She did not sing
to herself any more. Perhaps she was
too busy.
The children of the family grew up
and were married, one after the other,
and went into houses of their own.
Margot's kind mistress believed In hap
py marriages, and she rejoiced, If she
sighed a little, a. her children left
her.
And Margot worked on and on, al
ways busy and contented, and it was
only occasionally that she thought of
the fairy Prince and sighed little to
herself. The roses disappeared from
her cheeks, her shoulders began to
stoop little; she had lost all her
pretty roundness long ago, and the
ends of her fingers had stubbed, knot
ty look.
Then one day not long ago she STOP
ped working, and a few days after
there was funeral which as many of
the children of the family as could at
tended. They talked in subdued tones
and told of the many years Margot had
been with them, and how good she had
been, and how faithful. Then Margot
was laid to rest for the last time, and
life went on as before.
There was a small package in Mar
got's room which contained a bank
book and note. The bank book rep
resented her savings for all those many
years. The package was addressed to
her mistress. Margot's wages were 60
ing back to her mistress again; her
work had been labor of love. The
note said
ITO my kind mistress who has taken
SO much care of me all these long |
years. From Margot."
A Princely Electrician.
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only real electrician among all the
present Princes Of Europe. He is very