The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-12
CHAPTER VIII.

Miss Marjorie did not, however. go
to her own room. She took cloak
from it's peg in the hall, threw it
over her head, opened the front door
softly, and went out. Mrs. Magnum
would have been shocked out of all her
propriety If she had seen her pacing
up and down the garden walks alone;
but just at that moment Miss Marjorie
cared little for Mrs Magnum, or any
thing she could say.
The night was dark and starless. the
air chill and raw. But after that heat
ed room 1t was a positive luxury to
fee1the fresh, damp wind coming from
the hills After those sharp, unnerv-
ing voices it was soothing to listen to
the leaf1ess trees breathing and whis-
.pering of the coming of the rain.
Storm and cold and darkness-they
were all preferable to that snug par
lor and its disagreeable inmates; and
so Miss Marjorie paced up and down,
up and down. and thought.
Thought of another time which had
been far happier than this! A time
when she was also a companion, buc
not Miss Magnum's companion! A
time when there was one voice that
always softened when it spoke her
name; when there were eyes that
frightened at her coming-lips that
welcomed her as only privileged lips
might do! She thought of long, pleas
ant evenings. spent with books and
work and music, around a cottage fire,
OF quiet walks and talks by summer
moonlight Alas! where had those
blissful moments fed? Why had the
dearest, the sweetest of ties failed her?
Why, from that wealth of love and ten
derness had she been cast out into
the cold world alone?
She had been foully slandered; she
had been cruelty distrusted; she had
been heartlessly deserted! Over and
over again she said this to herself. Yet
on that night, as she walked up and
down the gravel path, the sense of in
jury and of wrong seemed to die away
and in their place came q wild yearn-
ing for the olden time-but for one
moment of the happiness of yore!
"Oh, that 1t were possible
In this dull life of pain,
To find the arm Of my true love
Around me once again."
she murmured, as she clasped her
hands above her aching heart. Where
was he? What was he doing now?
Beautiful and bright, he had risen like
a star above her lonely path; had won
her heart, and worn it for time;
had bound her to him by the most sa-
cred ties; then left her for years, per-
,haps forever Where was he-where
was he. And she stretched out her
arms to the sullen night sky in her
vain and passionate appeal to him
who would come no more.
The sky grew darker. A drop of rain
touched her cheek. She turned to go
in, yet, with a strange, uneasy feeling
she fingered a moment beside the gate
looking out upon the dark road that
led into the village. Then her eyes
wandered away beyond Banley, and
out towards the hill where the haunt
ed house stood. How strange the I'M
seen and unacknowledged link that
bound her to the people there! What
would they say when she went to
them and told her tale? Would they
think her mad or would they take
compassion upon her for the sorrow
she had undergone, and admit her to
their family circle as welcome and
honored guest? Was 1t likely? Had
they ever heard her name? Yet how
we'll she knew theirs: and how much
abe could tell Of their daily life and