Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1900-10-31
II Marjorie's Sailor lad. r
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

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~ oOD-BY, Marjorie, my darling;
W7 write often to your boy in blue,
and may heaven bless you for the
promise you have given me. You little
know what 1t means to me, who have
felt myself alone in the world, to know
that there is one heart beating In re-
sponse TO my deep love. and dear face
watching for my return. AS heaven
bears me witness, you shall never have
cause to regret it.
"Good-by, Herbert. l shall pray for
your safety and speedy return. Take
care of yourself for with dropping lids
and an almost inaudible voice. you are
my life."
Herbert Lord drew the beautiful girl
to him in a closer embrace, and the last
moments Of their parting, though silent,
were full 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
summoned her courage and gayly
kissed her hand to him. He raised his
cap, returned her salute, and with head
still barred, disappeared from view.
Marjorie leaned against the tree and
covered her face with her hands. She
felt loneliness that she had never be-
fore 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'
plness than the beautiful Miss Gardi-
ner."
Marjorie turned and saw before her
Thomas Braeme. How she lOathed him
at that moment! Yet, whyI She knew
him to be immensely wealthy; he was
considered great catch by mammas
with marriageable daughters; he was
lionlzed 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
herself up. and ignoring his out
stretched hand, replied: Pardon me,
Mr.. Braeme, l am not unhappy; and If
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sibly concern you"
His eyes flashed omlnously, but he
controlled his anger and replied:
Anything that affects you concerns
me, Marjorie. No; hear nue.. You know
that have loved you-that still love
you, and l now come for the second
time with your parents approval and
good wishes for my success. Marjorie.
marry me and you shall have every
thing that makes life worth living. l
will be good husband to you"
Husband. At the thought OF Thomas
Braeme as husband her face grew
white and a shudder shook her frame.
She answered, coldly:
NIL DIdcmc, L Sdn Ouly dusNSI yOu
as did before, and ask you to accept
this as final Your persistency in this
matter annoys me, and I beg of you to
cease"
She turned to go, but he stopped her.
There is some one else-you cannot
deny itl''
Neither does that concern you." she
haughtily replied.
In his anger he cried: And do you
imagine that 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 ut
tered In anger. carried conviction.
az will tell you. Ny idea of honor
lies In the fact that when man re
spends to his country's call and Is
worthy to wear its glorious uniform
poor man though he be, he has reached
a degree Of honor which rich stay-at-
home can never attain. listen! Her
bert Lord is poor, you are rich; but one
button on his coat is worth more to me
than all your plies of boasted gold.
respect him, and II he lives to return |
shall marry him. Now, II you have one
atom of the honor for which you are
looking in others you will never men-
ton 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 it was a
quiet affair, as befitted the brides fu-
ture station as the wife of Herbert
Lord.
After brief honeymoon they went to
reside In Derwent. where Herbert
owned cottage. AT the station they
were met by smartly liveried foot
man. who touched his hat respectfully