The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1903-05-21
folded the letter and slipped it in its

envelope.
And while sitting at table with hcr
father. and listening to his querulops
comp'Rints. and usual abuse of his
manager, who was IA d-m fool and
knew nothing about Sea Island" So
he declared, although the continuous
successful results obtained from the
fields stretching far back inland
seemed to prove the contrary. Mar
iorie's thoughts were occupied with
several queer conundrums. Why was
she so averse to seeing Andrew Per
rington? OF course he was n charm
ing fellow. But Fannie Carston was
welcome to the succession if she de-
sired it-and the owner of those sew
eral millions.
Then again. being of better service,
and quite undesired, why did she per
nit in cutting herself of from the
enjoyable life she was accustomed 10.
and lead that of an anchorite, on this
solitary sea girt island? Looking
| critically at her father, he seemed
TO be pathe,ically worn. and even in
his grim snarlng humor there was a
suffering which appealed to her pow
erfully.
! Marjorie was discovering strange
and unsupported depths to her ma
ture, one she had hitherto thought
quite absorbed in her idle, pleasur-
able life, in cotillons and chiffons.
Marjorie stopped to caress Turk,
and glancing up found William Stan
ford's eyes fixed on her with a look
she had not seen there before.
Marjorie's smile back had in il the
charm so few could resist, and al
though her father rose and went
| SLOWLY out of the room without
speaking, she felt as If the horrible
solitude surrounding her was bro
/ ken.
My poor darling, you must go
without me this year." she wrote her
aunt 1T may be that l am not
wanted here, but ! can make his Gfe
more tolerable, even against his will,
and viii try the venture. The sea
view is gorgeous. Turk and ] lux
uriate in the surf, and I am making
quite number Of friends-among
the sea gulls. Remember me when
you are in the Paris shops. Elise has
my measurements, you remember.
| The day may come when / will
emerge from these <oltudes and sy
back to the dearest aunt in the
world. Fondly.
"MARJORIE.-
And Marjorie also answered the
other letter.
mo, l cannot possibly go back 10
my dear, joyous life of pleasure and
freedom, nor must you come here.
Later you win be glad I am unkfnd
and unappresistive to-day. II Is quite
solitary, but the sea and the winds
are my friends, and the waves sing
grand anthems, and l am always
busy. Don't try 10 remember and
you will soon forget Yours, with
| mr. n pleasant recollections, ebn,
MARJORIE STANFORD"
ne udNs anu Inc Nccks
Then months and years.
Marjorie's father, old and decrepit
but not feeble, clings 10 her with q
tenacious, exacting affection which
demands her presence day and night
Beautiful, but graver, with a spir.
ituhlized expression not hers In the
days of her social triumphs, Mario
rie's many cares and occupations
make hers busy life indeed. Her
moments Of recreation are those
when. slipping away, she goes slowly
along the beach with Turk for q
companion, when the tide is low, and
her friends, the sea rulls, circle over
the water or dip in the waves.
The post brought announcement
cars on Tiffany paper. The mar
riage of Miss Fuunie CArston 20 Mr.
Andrew Bryon PerriDEton.
= slow flush spread over Mar!orie
face Us 81. read.-N o. Times-De1n
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