The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-02-19

And you will be my wife?"
II you are quite-quite sure that you wish
it, Lord Roseraye''
And don't you wish it. Odille-tell me?" he
whispered earnestly.
is there woman living who does not wish
for happiness, Lord Roseraye?"
Don't call me Lord Roseraye, or you will
make me very angry, Odille. Say L dove you,
hugh, and l will be your wife -
She looked up into his handsome face, her
own now llumined by that wonderful light
repeated the words he had dictated to her
softly, solemnly, as one might repeat an "act
of faith'-and he was satisfied.
This time, when he took her in his arms,
she did not resist him attempt to release
herself from his embrace, but with a happy
sigh she nestled closer to him, and rested
her head on his, shoulder like tired child.
For moment they stood thus in the hush
of the autumnal afternoon, heart to heart,
his hand clasping hers; then he bent down
and kissed her teaderly on brow and cheek
and lips, whispering between each kiss those
three magic words that have never gone out
hills"
You shall never regret she said with a
little catch in her voice. Il will love you 80,
and yet-Hugh, if the story should get
about?'
He laughed little. he was so happy now
1T never will" he said. 'Laroque would
not dare speak of it. All! darling, don't
trouble now, be happy. The past shall never
cloud your life
But yours?" she said "Ah, that is what
[ fear. that it should cloud yours Your
women-the women of your house-have al
ways been above reproach and IL. Oh
hugh am l fit to be your wife? You love me,
L know, and God knows 1 love you, but.
There is no but" he said, tenderly; land
you are fit to be my wife, my sweetheart, or
l would not ask you, though it killed me. L
know, as you know, that it is not only
selves whom we must consider; there is the
future, there are future generations L
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thinks of nothing but his passionate love
though mine is passionate enough-but a
man, who, in spite of his love, weighs every
circumstance of the case, dearest. And So
weighing everything, l have asked you to be
my wife, and you have given your an
swer. Let the dead past, with all its folly,
but without shame, bury its dead, and we will
think only of the present and the future. Ali
Odllle, they are good to think of, my sweet
Is the heart at rest now?''
She looked up at him for a minute then,
laying her bonny head back on it's resting
place. she whispered
Forever"
Nothing, or very little, remains to be told
of this story of Folly and Fate. 10.
The Earl of Roseraye and Odillety Thorne
were married at the village church few
weeks later, very quietly, without show or
Iostentation.
| The bride looked superbly handsome in a
gown of white velvet, with it's long train
yelled in rare old lace.
The pearls she wore were the gift of Lady
Lillian, who, with the generosity that was
part OF her nature, begged Odille to pardon
her for the insult she had offered her at the
moment when she tried to warn her against
trusting Rene Laroque, and thanked her
heartily for having saved her from the
clutches of worthless libertine and fortune
hunter at so great a sacrifice of her own
feelings.
Doubtless Lady Lillian suffered for her dis
illusion, but she suffered in secret-true to
n tha Of
We're all as proud the> women were pure
and who. if called upon to die for country or
honor died game and gave no sign.
Needless to say that the painful experience
she had gone through did not improve her
opinion of foreigners in general, and of
French people in particular.
VI one thing we may be sure, that when in
time to come she makes a second choice of
a husband, he will not be Frenchman.
AS for Rene Laroque, the reader will not
require to be told that he was not invited to
assist at the ceremony.
He and his mother lost no time in returning
especially in love-carrying his well-earned
bruises with him.
Let us hope, for his own sake, that the
lesson he received will prove profitable to
him. One thing is certain, that should he
ever again try to win the affections of
young or romantic, or elderly and foolish
heiress it is hardly probable that he will
make England his happy hunting ground"
AND now that all has been told, and the
clouds that for short while darkened the
blue of Odilles heaven have cleared away
and her life is like a calm, fine summers day,
1llumlned by the sunshine of a good mans
pure and ardent love, will leave her to her
happiness for, as she declares herself, she is
so happy that it seems to her she has nothing
left to wish for.
How many of us can say as much?
THE COWBOYS Val ENTINE