Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1899-09-09

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unhappy Madeline.
Trevor made it clear that she had
had no hand in the nefarious schemes
of those to whom she had unhappily
been bound by the closest of human
ties.
Much sympathy was felt for her, es-
pecially when it was known that she
became a mother on the very day OF
the trial.
Her child was born prematurely-a
little girl, that lived only for day.
Madeline, as she kissed its waxen
face, and folded it's hands in death,
thanked heaven for it's mercy.
Her life is overshadowed by so dark
a cloud that it seems almost lmposs1-
BILE she should ever stand again within
the sunshine.
And yet who can tell?
She is very young, and heaven is
merciful.
Marjorie is tender and sweet to her,
and has often begged her to come and
stay with her in her new home; but
this Madeline will never do, in spite
of her deep love for Marjorie.
Instead, she lives in great city,
where she busies herself among. the
poor, and is especially solicitous for
the welfare of young children whose
parents are, or have been, criminals.
Very early in the autumn Marjorie
became Fred Trevors wife.
1t was quite fashionable wedding,
for society chose to interest itself
hugely in the young man, and in the
bride whom he had wooed and won
in so strangely romantic a fashion.
His detective exploits were over be-
fore his marriage, for his uncle, Sir
Richard, had partly through the friend
~ offices of Sir Edward Mortimer, be-
come reconciled to him and reinstated
him as his heir.
Sir Edward acted as best man at the
wedding, and his sisters were Mar
jorie's bridesmaids.
All the world and his wife were there
and the lovely young bride was, OF
course, the cynosure of all eyes.
One of the prettiest weddings of the
season, declared society, and certain
~ the most interesting
Sir Richard settled a handsome in
come on his nephew and bought a
beautiful house for him in Surrey.
There he and Marjorie were happily
ensconced, a staid married pair of al
most five months, when St. Valentines
Day again came round.
Trevor was up early In the morning.
It was his invariable rule to take a
four or five miles walk before break
fast, and he wanted to be back in time
to greet his Marjorie when she came
downstairs.
The clock struck nine as she entered
their pretty breakfast-room, looking
fresh and fair as rose in her dainty
morning gown, with soft flush on
her cheeks and the light of love and
happiness in her eyes,
''Well, sweetheart" was her hus-
bands greeting, showing they had not
quite degenerated into prosy old mar
ried folk after all.
Then sinking his voice to the softest
of whispers, and bending down to look
into her sweet eyes, he added
my valentine!"
You are my valentine!" she wills
pered,, softly, nesting to his bosom
while his arm encfrcled her.
A slight shadow stole over her face
as she nestled there
Even in the midst of her happiness,
and after all these years, she could not
but remember that it was the ami
versary of her fathers death-that he
had been murdered on St. Valentines
Day.
Her husband saw the lcOk, and I'M
derstoed it.
He tnok her hard in his, and
pressed it with a lovers tenderness.
II know what you're thinking Of,
darling" he said, very softly. 'This
day has its~sad memories for you, as
well as its happy ones. But, sweet
heart, try to let he dead past bury its
Dead
II do--indeed do. And I am not
don't think that, dear;
only, nay memories of this day are
very solemn ones"
"Of course they are, my pet. And
see, I've got something here for you
that thing you'll like. 1t isn't exact
ly present, because it was yours al
ready, but I've had something done to
it, and thought, perhaps you'd like to
wear it now"
AS he spoke he drew forth from a
dainty case the locket which had play
ed so important part in establishing
the guilt of Edgar Hyde.
She took it, eagerly, and with little
cry of pleasure.
The bit of blue enamel had been put
in its place by SO skilful hand that
Marjorie herself could scarce tell where
the locket had been broken, and when
she opened it she found it contained
the portraits of her father and mother,
painted in miniature, and
encircled with beautiful pearls.
"Oh. Fred! How kind-how
good you are!"
And she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
I'm glad you're pleased little wife.
got 1t done when I was in London. |