Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-04-12

eAISRETsS upon them she does not mark
B1ISsET the miserable cherries sur
roundngs. She is clasped close
in her husbands arms looking steadily in the sor
rowing depths of his eyes. In hers at hrst there
is still the bewildered misery, the stunned sur
prise which filled them, when she heard him, IN
the court room adjudged guilty of murder They
now filled with deep pain.
Until today it had seemed to her that she had
already in her short life sounded the depths OF all
sorrow; but now she knows that her feet nao
scarcely touched the shadows ripping over the
sands. What were the loss of father, mother, the
betrayal of her trust, as compared with the pain
of knowing that through her, and for her mas
come this debasement of her beloved.
She utters not one word; she cannot She lies
silently in her husbands arms, in no hurry to
escape from the dear embrace so soon to be fore
gone, perhaps forever?
Have you not one sweet word Tor me my OAR
ling?" he asks after awhile.
Lifting her head from his bosom and with
drawing herself from his tender sheltering arms,
she lays both hands upon his shoulders and look
ing up steadfastly into the dear eyes, gazing down
into hers, full of tenderness, she answers him,
Il have many, so many, that they croWo my
tongue for utterance. All my love that was
real barrier 1 set up between us that day in the
wildwood, when taking advantage of my starved
heart and my love for you, you won my promise
to become your wife, and pledged yourself to me
for life or death. l did you great wrong when
I accepted your VOW"
"Out of my great love for you, and yours for
me, have worked you great injury for which
l have in my heart, been asking your pardon
every hour since that fatefu day when, our
honeymoon scarce over, our friends came to
beckon you to those high places for which your
talents fitted you? I who loved you better than
my own life, have inflicted upon you this great
injustice; can you forgive me, lover"
1t is hard to listen to the exceeding gentleness
of her pleadings and to look into those deep violet
eyes, now filled with unmeasured VICE. 1t is
harder still to speak,
"Forgive you love? Have you forgiven me
for bringing upon you this weight Of woe and
shame? Day and night, dear one; day and night
and there have been more than hundred OF them,
since that night when meted out the retribution
duel have been praying your forgiveness for 1t
is l who have made you suffer. Had you not
yielded to my selfish opportunities, this would not
have happened"
love- love, it is dark,-so dark that cannot see
my way clearly and yet l know know that
there must be recompense somewhere" lifting to
his her tear drenched eyes in which he finds no
tender ray of light
They are now sitting beside each other on the
cot in utter dumbness; only low moan now and
then disturbing the deep stiffness.
From the narrow window comes no CLEAN: the
darkness of night is wrapping its sable mantle
about them. Outside they hear the coming of the
guard; their short half hour is gone.
With a long soft sigh Marguerite rises to her
feet and clasping her arms about his neck, kisses
him lovingly tenderly. Then drawing her hands
from the tight clasp in which he still holds them,
she turns away to follow the guard who kindly
waits just outside the door.
When Marguerite leaves Darrall, she is con-
Quoted by the guard to her friends, Judge and
Mrs Randolph who are waiting to take her home
with them.
There is terrible ordeal before her for the