The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1907-04-12
BY CLARA AUGUSTA
CHAPTER x1v.-tcosr,surD.)

CHAPTER XIV.-tCoNrISUHp.)
You will not die, bore 1t. and still
live; and 1t is SO much harder for me.
because have to bear it all alone. You
have your religion to help you, Margie.
Surely that will bear you up! have
heard ali you pious people prate enough
Of its service In time Of trouble to re-
member that consolation"
Don't. Alexandrine. 1t Is sinful to
scorn Gods holy religion. Yes. you arc
right; 1t will help me. God himself
will help me. IL ask him. He knows
how much I stand in need Of It,"
II am glad you are so likely to be sup
ported" returned the girl. half earn
estly, half-contemptuously care you
satisfied in regard to MT Archer Trev-
lyn?"
Il will not credit it'll" cried Margie.
passionately. "He did not do that
deed! He could not! So good. and
noble. and pltiful Of all suffering hu-
manity! And beside. what motive could
he have?"
not Mr.. TrevIyn. by his own confession.
loved you from his youth up:"
EYES,"
And Paul Lfnmere was about to be-
come your husband. Could there be a
more potent reason for Archer Trevlyn
to desire Mr.. Linmere's death? He
was al obstacle which could be re-
moved in no other way than by death be-
cause you had promised your father to
marry him. and you could not falsify
your word. All men are weak and la
BILE to sin: is Trevlyn any exception
Margie. have told you frankly what 1
know. You can credit it or not. I
leave it with you: decide 1t as you think
best. 1t is eight o'clack. will 20
now. for it is time for your lover TO
come for YOU"
20. cannot meet him-not tonight!
lect my thoughts! My head whtrls so.
and everything is so dark! Stay. Al
exandrine. and excuse me to him. Say
have headache-anything to quiet
him. cannot see him now! should
go mad! Let me have night to think
of it!'
Alexandrine rut her hand on the soft
hair Of the bowed head.
"My poor Margie! it Is hard for you.
Hark! there is the bell. He las come.
Will you not SO DOWN."
mo, no. no! Do what you Judge best.
and leave me to myself and my Cod
Alexandrine went out. and Margie.
locking the door after her. flung her
self down on the carpet and buried her
face in the pillows Of the sofa.
Miss Lee swept Gown the staircase.
her dark. bright face Respondent, her
bearing naughty as that Of an empress.
Arch was in the parlor. He looked up
eagerly as the door opened, but his
countenance fell when he saw that 1t
was only Miss Lee. She greeted him
cordially.
Good evening, Mr.. Treylyn. I am
deputtzed to receive you. and my good
intentions must be accepted in place Of
more fervent demonstrations"
Il am happy to see you. Miss Lee.
Where is Margie?"
"She is in her room. somewhat indis-
posed. She begged me to ask you to
excuse her. as. she Is unable to come
down, and of course cannot have the
pleasure of going with you to the opera"
"Sick? Margie sick" he exclaimed,
anxiously. What can be the matter?
She was we'll enough three hours ago."
20, do not be uneasy. 1t is nothing
serious. A headache. think. She
will be we'll after a nights rest. Can
not prevail ON you to sit DOWN."
Il think not, tonight. thank you. I
will call tomorrow. Give Margie my
best love. and tell her how sorry am
that she is ILL.,
Alexandfine promised, and Mr.. Trev-
lyn bowed himself out. She put her
hand to her forehead. which seemed al
most bursting with the strange weight
there.
Guilty or not guilty" she muttered.
what does it matter to me? love
.im. and that is enough!'