The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-07-30
Mar;oGe's Sa;Ior Lao.


have given me. You little know what II
means to me, who have felt myself alone
in the world. to know that there Is one
heart beating in response TO my deep
love, and a dear face watching for my
return As heaven bears me witness. you
shall never have cause to regret It
''Good-by. Herbert ] ehail pray for
your safety and speedy return. Take care
of yourself, for with dropping Ids and
an almost inaudible voice., you are my
life."
Herbert Lord drew the beautiful girl to
him in closer embrace, and the last mo-
ments of their parting, though silent,
were fun Of eloquence.
Marjorie had watched her handsome
lover as he mounted the hill. When he
reached the summit he turned, and she
stretched out both hands to him In mute
entreaty for his return; then she summon
ed her courage and gayly kissed her hand
20 him. He raised his cap, returned her
salute, and with head still barred, dis
appeared from view.
Marjorie leaned against the tree and
covered her face with her hands. She
felt a loneliness that she had never before
experienced. All unconscious that their
parting had been witnessed. the young
girl sat musing until she was startled
by hearing a voice almost In her ear:
why these tears. Miss Marjorie?
Surely no one has less cause for unhap-
piness than the beautiful Miss Gardi-
ner."
Marjorie turned and saw before her
Thomas Braeme. How she loathed him
at that moment! Yet, why? She knew
him to be immensely wealthy; he was
considered q great catch by mammas
with marriageable daughters; he was
-lionized by society; and yet Marjorie in
voluntarily shrank from his smooth tongue
and persistent attentions. She had once
refused his offer OF marriage, and this
act on her part had been the cause OF
many bitter reproaches from her family.
When she heard his voice she drew her
self up, and, ignoring his outstretched
hand, replied: Pardon me. Mr.. Braeme,
i am not unhappy; and IL were / fall
to see how 1t could possibly concern
you"
His eyes flashed ominously, but he
controlled his anger and replied:
Anything that affects you concerns
me, Marjorie. No; hear me. You know
that 1 had loved you-that I still love
you, and 1 now come for the second time
with your parents approval and good
me and you shall have everything that
makes life worth living. 1 will be a good
husband to you
Husbandi AT the thought Of Thomas
Braeme as a husband her face grew
white and shudder took her frame. She
answered. coldly:
Mr.. Braeme, I can only answer you
as 1 did before, and i ask you to accept
this as final. Your persistency in this
matter annoys me, and 1 beg of you to
cease"
She turned to go, but he stopped her.
Neither does that concern you," she
haughtily replied.
In his anger he cried: "And do you
imagine that 1 do not know your little
game? You have met Herbert Lord
against your parents wishes and many
of your clandestine meetings have been
witnessed. A common sailor! Where Is
your sense Of honor that you stoop so
low?"
Marjorie was thoroughly aroused by this
attack, and her reply, though uttered in
anger, carried conviction.
"I will tell you. Ny idea OF honor lies
In the fact that when q man responds
to his country's call and is worthy TO
wear its glorious uniform, poor man
though he be. he has reached q degree
of honor which a rich stay-at-home can
never attain. Listeni Herbert Lord Is
poor, you are rich; but one button on his
coat 1t worth more to me than all your
piles OF boosted gold. respect him, and
If he lives to- return I shall marry him.
Now, IL you have one atom OF the honor
for which you are looking in others you
will never mention this subject to me
again.
Marjorie Gardiner turned and walked
away.
Every argument was used to induce
her to change her decision. but Marjorie
remained true to her promise, and when
she was married year later 1t was a
quiet affair, as beftted the brides future
station as the wife of Herbert Lord.
AFTER q brief honeymoon they went to
reside in Derwent, where Herbert owned
a cottage. At the station they were met
by a smartly liveried footman. who
touched his hat respectfully as Herbert
Lord and his bride alighted.
Everything all right, Matthews?'
''All right, SIR with another touch.
as he led the way to an elegant carriage
drawn by handsome bays. AS they rolled
comfortably along. tired after their jour
ney, Herbert Lord thought it time to
prepare his bride for the surprise in store
for her; so. drawing her to him. he re-
marked: This Is rather more comforta-
bic. isn't II, dear?"
Marjorie looked at him with a look OF
Unutterable content as she replied:
Yes, Herbert: but fear you have in
dulged in another bit OF extravaganza as
a wind-up to our month OF luxurious liv-
ing"
''No, my little wife, can we'll afford to
do what have done. have practiced
a little deception which hope you will
not find it too hard to forgive. am
not the poor sailor you thoughA me. al
though ! am proud OF my connection with
Uncle Sans navy. have won the truest
little woman In the wide world for my
wife. and It will be the one great pleas
ure Of my life to give her the Injuries
that she 50 bravely fought against shar-
ing with Thomas Braeme. Here we are.
Welcome home, my darling wife, and may
you be as happy as you have made me-"
They drew up before a colonial mansion
OF fine architectural design. and as they
reached the steps the massive door was
thrown open and the pleasant though re-
spectful expressions Of greeting from the
servants bespoke the love and esteem In
which their master was held.
Father and Mother Gardiner spent sew
eral weeks Of each year at the Lord
mansion, and loud and long were the
praises they sang Of their son-,ierbert.
To Marjorie he was the sanchez gal
liant. true-hearted sailor lad-Boston Post.
An Author OF Familiar 3 lytags.
From the Woman's companion)
George Herbert Is the author or COM
piier Of many shrewd sayings. such as:
"Wouldst thou have the cana ana kan