The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1907-05-24

Of yoVS parents, heard you call out upon
your father for pity. o. how l loved
and pitied you. Margie but my tongue
was tied-I had no right to speak but
I did kiss your hand. Did you knowit.
Margie?" M al@
| "Yes. q
"You recognized me then! / meant
you should. After that hurried away.
was afraid to trust myself near you
longer, lest might be tempted to what
might repent. I fed away from the
place and knew nothing Of the fearful
deed done there until the papers an
nounced it next day."
"And ! suspected you Of the crime!
o, Archer! Archer! how could ever
have been so blind? How can you ever
forgive meg"
II want forgiveness, Margie. I
doubted you. I thought you were false
to me, and had fled with Castrari. That
unfortunate glove confirmed you, I
suppose. dropped 1t in my haste to
escape without your observation, and
afterward expected to hear of it in
connection with the finding of Lin
mere's body. never knew what be-
came Of it until my wife displayed it,
that day when she tainted me with my
crime. Poor Alexandrine! She had the
misfortune to love me, and after your
renuncfation, and your departure from
New York-in those days when I
deemed you false and fair-I offered
her my hand. thought perhaps she
might be happier as my wife, and felt
that owed her something for her de-
voted love. tried to 90 my duty by
her. but man never can do that by
his wife, unless he loves her,
"You acted for what you thought
was best, Archer"
II did. Heaven knows 1 did. She
died in coming to me to ask my forgive
ness for the haunting words she had
spoken at our last parting. l was cruel.
l went away from her in pride and
anger, and left behind me no means by
which she could communicate with me.
I deserved to suffer, and have"
"And I also, Archer"
my poor Margie! Do you know, dear,
that it was the knowledge that you
wanted me which was sending me home
again? A month ago saw Louis Cas-
trani in Paris. He told me everything.
He was delicate enough about it, darl-
ing; you need not blush for fear he
might have told me you were grieving
for me; but he made me understand that
my future might not be so dark as 1
had begun to regard it, He read to me
the dying confession of Arabel We're,
and made clear many things regarding
which I had previously been in the
dark. Is all peace between us, Margie?"
"All is peace, Archer. And God is
very good"
"He is. thank Him for it. And now
I want to ask one thing more. am
not quite satisfied"
"Well?"
Perhaps you will think it ill-timed-
now that we are surrounded by strang-
ers, and our very lives perhaps in peril
but cannot wait. L have spent pre-
cious moments enough in waiting. It
has been very long, Margie, since I
heard you say you loved me, and want
to hear the words again."
She looked up at him shyly.
Archer, how do know but you have
changed?"
"You know have not. 1 have loved
but one woman shall love no other
through time and eternity. And now,
at last, after all the distress and the
sorrow we have passed through, will
you give me your promise to meet what
ever else fortune and fate may have in
store for us. by my side?"
She put her face up to his, and he
kissed her lips.
"Yours always, Archer. I have never
had one thought for any other"
So second time were Archer Trey
Ign and Margie Harrison betrothed.
On the ensuing day the storm abated,
and the steamer made a swift passage
to New York.
Doctor and Mrs. Gilbert were a little
disappointed at the sudden termina-
/ ton of their bridal tour, but consoled
themselves with the thought that they
could try it over again in the spring.
Trevlyn remained in the city to ad-
just some business affairs which had
suffered from his long absence, and
Margie and her friends went up to her
old home. He was to follow them
thither on the ensuing day.
And so it happened that once more
Margie sat In her old familiar chamber
dressing for the coming of Archer
Trevlyn. What should she put on?
She remembered the rose-colored dress
she had laid away that dreadful night
so long ago. But now the rose colored
dreams had come back, why not wea,
the rose-colored dress?
To the unbounded horror of Florine
she arrayed herself in the old-fashioned
dress, and waited for her lover. And
she had not long to wait. She heard
his well-remembered step in the hall
and moment after she was folded in
his arms.
CHAPTER XIV.
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