The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1907-03-29

He inquired for Miss Harrison. and
was shown at once into her presence.
She sat In a low chair, her dress of
sombre black relieved by a white rib
bon at the throat, and by the chestnut
hight OF the shining hair that swept in
unbound luxuriance over her shoulders.
She rose to meet her guest, scarcely re-
cognizing Archer Trevlyn in the
bronzed, bearded man before her.
Miss Harrison" he said, gently, at
is cold night; will you not give
warm welcome to an old friend?"
She knew his voice instantly. A
bright color leaped to her cheek, an
embarrassment which made her thou
sand times dearer and more charming
to Arch Trevlyn. possessed her. But
she held out her hands, and said few
shy words Of welcome.
Arch sat down beside her. and the
conversation drifted into recollections
of their own individual history. They
spoke to each other with the freedom
of very old friends, forgetful of the fact
that this was almost the very first con-
versation they had ever had together.
After a while, Arch said:
Miss Harrison, do you remember
when you first saw me?'
She looked at him moment. and hes
itated before she answered.
Il may be mistaken, Mr.. Trevlyn. If
so,sexcuse me; but think 1 saw you
first. years and years ago. in a flower
store.''
You are correct; and on that occa-
sion your generous kindness made me
very happy. thought it would make
my mother happy, also. ran all the
way home, lest the roses might wilt
before she saw them"
He stopped and gazed into the fire.
WAS she pleased with them?'
"She was dead. We put them in her
coffin. They were buried with her."
Margie laid her hand lightly on his.
Il am SO sorry for you! I, too, have
buried my mother"
After little silence, Arch went on.
"The next time you saw me was when
You gave me these" He took out his
pocketbook. and displayed to her, fold
ed in white paper, a cluster of faded
blue-bells. do you remember them?"
Il think l do. You were knocked
down by the pole of the carriage?'
Eyes. And the next time? Do yon
remember the next timer"
81 do"
Il thought so. want to thank you,
now, for your generous forbearance.
want to tell you how your keeping my
secret made a different being of me.
II you had betrayed me to justice,
might have been now all inmate of Il
prison cell. Margie Harrison, your ST.
lence saved me! DO me the justice to
credit my assertion. when tell you that
did not enter my grandfather's house
because cared for the plumber should
obtain. had taken a vow to be re-
venged on him for his cruelty to my
parents. and Sharp. the man who was
with me, represented to me that there
was no surer way of accomplishing my
purpose than by taking away the treas
ures that he priced. For that only
became a house-breaker. I deserved
punishment. do not seek to palliate
my guilt, but I thank you again for
saving metz
II could not do otherwise than remain
silent. When l would have spoken
your name, something kept me from
doing it. think remembered always
the pitiful face of the little street.
sweeper, and could not bear to bring
him any more SUFFERING"
''Since those days, Miss Harrison,
have met you OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES by ac-
cident-but tonight it is no accident.
came here on purpose For what, DO
you think?" -...
II do not know-how should IT,
II have come here to tell you what
l longed to tell you years ago! what was
no less true then than it is now; what
was true of me when was street.
sweeper, what has been true of me ever
since, and what will he true OF me
through time and eternity!"
He had drawn very near to her-his;
arm stole round her waist, and he sa;
locking down into her face with his
soul in his eyes.
"Margie. l love you! have loved you
since the first moment l saw you.
There has never been shade of waver-
ing: have been true to you through
all. My first love will be my last. Your
influence has kept me from the lower
depths of sin; the thought of you has
been my salvation from ruin. Margic
my darling! love you! l love you"
And yet You kept silent all these
years! Oh, Archer!'
II could not do differently You were
as far above me as the evening star is;
above the earth it shines upon! 1t would
have been base presumption in the
poor saloonwaiter. or the dry goods
clerk, to have aspireG to the hand Of
one like you. And although Lowell
you so. should never have spoken, had
not fate raised me to the position of
fortune equal to your own, and given
no the means Of offering yon q hnn,.