The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, 1907-03-22
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49, THE1fIAAA
BY CLARA AUGUSTA

ness of the blow. and she could not help
being painfully conscious that she felt
relieved by the death of this unfortu-
nate man. God had taken her case
into his hands in a manner too solemn
~ fearful for her to question.
Three months after the death If
Paul Linmere Margie met Archer
Irevlyn at the house of AleXan-
drine Lee. He was quite a constant
visitor there, Mrs. Lee told her. with
a little conscious pride, for young
Trevlyn was being spoken of in bust
ness circles as a rising young man. He
was to be admitted to partnership in
the firm of Belgrade & Co, in the
spring. And this once effected. his for
tune was made.
There was a little Whist party at Mrs,
Lees that evening, and Margie was per
suaded to remain. After a while the
company asked for music. Whist. the
books OF engrav;ngs. and the bijouX of
the center table were exhausted. and
small talk tagged. Margie was reluc-
family prevailed upon to play.
She was not a wonderful performer.
but she had a fine ear, and played with
finish n accuracy. But she sang di-
vinely. To oblige her friends, she sang
a few new things, and then p%ausing.
was about to rise from the instrument.
when Mr.. Trevlyn came to her side.
will you play something for me-"
he asked, STOPPING over her. His dark.
passionate eyes brought the blood to
her face-made her restless and ner-
vous in spite of herself.
What would you like?" she managed
to ask.
This" He selected an old German
ballad, long ago a favorite in the high
est musical circles. but now cast aside
for something newer and more bril-
liant. A simple, touching little song
of love n sorrow.
She was about to decline singing it,
but something told her to bewase of
false modesty, and she sang 1T through.
II thank your he said. earnestly,
when she had finished. ut has done
me good. My mother used to sing tfsat
song. and I have never wanted to hear
it from any other 1ips-untiI now"
Alexandrine glided along. as radiant
as a hEmming-bird,, her cheeks flushed,
her black eyes sparkling, her voice
sweet as a SIRENS.
"Sentfmentalizing. I d~ecJare!" she
exclaimed. gayly: and singing that
dreadful song, too! Ugh! it gives me
the cold shudders to listen to, it! How
can you sing 1t, Margie, dear?"
Misc Harrison sang it at my re-
quest, Miss Lee" said T,evlyn, gravely,
'it is an Old favorite Of mine. Shall I
not listen to you now?"
Alexandrine too the eat Margtis had
vacated, md glanced up at ths two
faces so near her.
why, Margie" she said, "a, mos1en
ago l thought o were a rose, and now
you are a lily! What is the matteT?"
Nothing. thank you," returned Mar
gle, coldly. Il am weary, and will go
home soon, D think"
Trevlyn booked at her with tender
anxiety. evidently forgetfl7f that he had
requested Miss Lee to plaEl
"You are wearied," he said. Shall
? call your c~arriage?"
eff you please, yes. MISS Lee, L am
sure you wiz excuse me-"
II shall bs obliged to, 7 suppose
Trevlyn put Margie's SHAWL around
her, and led her to the carriage. After
no had assisted her in, he touched
lightly the yand he had Just released,
and said 'Cood-night,", his very accent
a blessing.