The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1904-05-07
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hind her, and the next moment voice
spoke her name.
"You are going home, Miss Craw-
ford, see. Is it not charming day."
Margaret might be proud and SELF
contained, but she was not as COM
plete mistress of herself as people sup
posed, else she would have been able
to keep back that deep blush that
rushed to her cheeks. and to conquer
the wild, sudden beating of her heart.
Eyes, it is lovely-the first really
spring-like day we have had" she
said, as she quietly gave him her hand.
Paul Cleland walked by her side as if
he had a right to do so, and almost in
silence they went on towards the Mid
die Walk" as it is called, of the
Meadows.
Though Cleland was a tall man,
whose upright figure and long strides
were more like those of a soldier than
student, Margaret was nearly as tall
as he. She was finely built for a wo-
man, and the dignity and grace of her
carriage were almost queenly. Her
fair, pale face, with it's features clear
~ cut as cameo; it's dark-gray eyes,
shaded by long, straight, dark lashes;
its penciled, level eyebrows; its mouth,
both proud and sweet, was contrast
to Clelands dark, strong-featured,
square chin and brow-nOt exactly
handsome face but the face of a strong
man.
80 you will know all tomorrow"
thread of thought. Il suppose you
do not feel at all anxious as to the re-
sult?"
II confess to feeling little anx-
ious," Margaret answered. Il have
been expecting to pass; but now am
beginning to see what dreadful thing
it would be if I did not 1t is so easy
to fail sometimes
"You will not fail Don't let that
thought worry you," said Cleland
quickly. He paused moment; then,
with one swift glance down at the
graceful, fair head crowned with it's
dark sailor hat, said, in a lower and
great Importance to you, I see. May
l ask, in the event of your passing,
what you are going to do?'
II am going to remain in Edin-
burgh for time. DR.. knight has
promised to use his influence to get me
into one of the hospitals" Margaret
! answered, readily enough. when
feel that have gained as much knowl
edge as can there, am going back
to Lancashire-Bolton or Bury, prob
ably-there to start for myself"
"And so I am never to see you any
more?" Cleland asked, in dangerous
ly quiet voice.
Margaret started little; the shadow
of q culver passed over her lips.
Il don't think that follows. Dr. Gle
| land" she said, trying to speak as
quietly and as composedly as before.
LAS long as I am in Edinburgh, IL
hope I may still see you occasionally.
You have been very good to me-you
have helped me a great DEAL Do not
think I am ungrateful to you for all
your kindness undeserved and dls1n-
terested kindness as it has been.''
Il do not want you to be ungrate-
full, and l don't want you to think
anything l did to help you was disin-
terested," he exclaimed, his voice sud-
denly becoming passionate with emo
ton. They were in a very quiet part
now-in the narrow lane, with ivy
covered wall On one side and railing
on the other, which led up towards the
terrace in which Margaret had her
lodgings. He paused, compelling her
to do the same, faced her, and, sudden
| ly taking both her hands in his, held
them close. Margaret, Margaret
| can't you guess the truth? l love you
with all my heart! 1 have loved you
think, from the first time saw you.
Do you remember one night two ses-
sions ago when I had just started lee
| turing? II was a Sunday night, and |
was at St. Giles; there was a famous
| preacher there. BY chance, as it
| seemed-but it was not chance, Mar
| garrett went into the very pew in
which you were. I had no hymn book,
and you offered yours. so gravely, 50
sweetly, without any proud reserve or
GOODNESS. l remember the hymn 1t
was My Times Are in Thy Hand 1t
has been a favorite with me ever since.
Margaret, l have loved you since then,
with love that has grown stronger
and deeper, until it seems like a part
OF my being which l can't tear away.
There is no other woman in the world
there never will be any other woman
IN the world-for me but you Mar
garet, do you love me? Can you ever
love me-
The words were poured forth so rap
IDLY, SO passionately, that Margaret
was quite unable to stem their torrent.
She stood quite still, without word or
emotion, her face very pale; only once
or twice that shadow of a culver
passed over her lips again. When at
last Clesand paused, and looked into
her face eagerly, searchingly, as if for
his answer, Margaret made an evident