New-York tribune., 1912-02-04
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See the sight of you has broken the ice that
frozc nv heart! | cannot do without YOU!
| can fight no longer pray no longer. Eu-
ennc, Eticnnc!'
All if he only could speak!
"Mv poor beloved. how Ill you look:
What. not one little smile for Marguerite
4 tender plavfulncsS struggled with the
agony in her voice She StrOkcd the suffer
cr's check: bent low 50 that her hair touched
his forehead "Why-you know me, Dear!
See. | am wearing the dress you admired so
much at the English Ambassadors, the dress
in which fed that night, yielding to an I'M
pulse that had to obey instantly. or never
AT all. Nv hero, do YOU know that just be-
fore took the final VOWS | had TO put on
nv finest clothes to adom myself with
flowers and Jewels. these Jewels, 10 make my
hair as beautiful as | could-aS YOU loved
best To see it? And then had to PROSTATE
mysclf on the stones. and was covered with
black cloth, and the chants for the dead
were sung over me. And all my beautiful
things were taken away. But have fetched
them again. See, have put them on. |
have made myself Just as when you saw me
last when we danced the cotillion together.
Shall be forgiven for this Sacrilcgc: ! am
insulting God! If break my VOWS bctray
HIM But did he not fashion my heart:
Did not God make me love YOU:
The sufferer rolled his cycballs, which
were filled with wild desires.
"Mother of pity. the soyyo1cs Of the 7cord
plead for thy compassion,
you will not die. now that | am here:
| left YOU: but implorc YOU not to leave
me-" Lower and lower she bent her head,
and she kissed him on the lips. With that
carcsS break my VOWS, | confess my utter
weakness. Come back to me in life, Eticnne.
| have wrongcd YOU. Come back and pray
with me for His pardon! Don't you want
me still! | will give myself TO YOU. Never
anyone loved as We love. You will not die
and leave me TO this anguish!
The franc-tircur made a terrible struggle
to answer.
1T is 50 dark without you, Eticnnc. And
| have suffered So
\ strong cry broke from the wounded
man. marguerite at laS,-at last" And
ne flung up his right arm to cncirclc her neck.
But it met empty air; for what he had
seen. what he had heard, was but a fcvcrcd
fancy in his wild dreaming. after all. He
rocked to and fro, to and fro, calling out her
name continually.
A ND she entered. But not clad in a white
~ silk evening gown; and her shoulders,
not bare, cleaning white as snow; and no
necklace Of pearls round her throat; and no
emerald burning with luStrouS fire, with 4
pale green fire. in her hair.
Sister CGclc indeed entered, and kncclcd
bv his side; but in the dress of her order
The franc -tircur'S eyes were open, fear
fully wide open: but they could not see her
because of the phantaSmagoria that burned
in the tortured brain. Yet he kept calling
her name.
81 am here. murmurcd the Sister, Strok-
ing his forehead with a beautiful carcSS.
1t was at this moment that Count Dago-
bert and the PruSSian Commandant APP
pearcd silently in the doorway by the high
altar.
"Whcrc are YOU, Princess Where are
YOU, Bclovcd2" cried the sufferer.
"By your side, Dear, answered the Sister
quietly.
Lcpaul made a sound as if choking Ten
wears ten years What an ABYSS" cried the
franc-tircur, staring into space But shall
find her. Why, saw her just now, as she
was when we danced the cotllion together
Shc-shc-N Marguerite - Sister CGcilc no
morc-you said-you Said-that you would
break your VOWS; that you-would give
yourself yourself to me"
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