The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-07-03
LOVES RESURRECTION
BY JULES LOVEJOY.

caught right hold of his heart. He
didn't much notice anything else
about Marguerite, though he had ask
ed her hand in marriage. But Dick
was very young and it was sufficient
for him that her eyes were the love
Hest he had ever seen. Dicks salary
was $40 a week, and lovely eyes are
usually expensive.
But Marguerite had accomplish
| ments. She was a proficient bridge;
player. She was also good horse
woman. Marguerite's father was
wealthy. But Marguerite loved Dick.
too And she was sure that she could
live on $40 week.
"Dick's salary will hardly pay for
the keep of your horse, Margie," said
her father.
"But, you can pay those bills, dad.
dy, dear. And you'll give us a hand.
some present, of course"
"Ill give you home. That is all.
If you insist upon marrying a poor
! man, you might as we'll get used to
his ways of living. You will have to
cook and mend and sweep"
"But I can learn, daddy"
"But you aren't the kind that will.
daughter"
When they were married, Margue'
rites father gave them couple OF
lots in the suburbs and built and fur
nished a house for them. Marguerite
gave up her riding. but she still play
ed bridge. She tried to cook, but aft
er the first few weeks she said to
Dick:
"I just must have maid, Dickie,
dear"
Dick was willing The irregularity
of their meals and the uncertainty as
to their composition interfered great
~ with his efficiency.
"I'll try to get some work to do at
home at night" he said
"Dickie, we are playing for little
stake at the Tuesday club now. IL
lost the last time and you'll have to
help me out with the house money
this week I'll make it up, of course,
next week."
Dicks brow clouded eyes of
love-" he said quietly, eve can't af-
ford to stake our house money on a
game of cards. I don't see how I'm
going to meet next months bills as
it is. I'm afraid you'll have to give
up the Tuesday club, dear"
Give it up, Dick! Impossible! I've
given up everything else"
The next week Dick came home to
find Marguerite in tears.
IT had to borrow SO from Mrs.
Perks to pay my bridge debt today,
Dickie." Her eyes sought his and
there was terror in their depths as
she asked: "Will-will-you pay her.
dear?"
And Dick only swore, swore horri-
bly,. The tears in Marguerite's eyes
of love quickly disappeared.
81 hate failures,' she said.
81 despise gamblers" he replied.
And Dick spent the night in town.
Many other nights were spent in
town. for Marguerite went home to
her fathers house for brief visit"
She continued to play bridge, but
most of the parties took place at her
fathers Marguerite was not we'll.
Dick found other eyes that were
filled with love, eyes that he had
never noticed before And the little
home in the suburbs lay still and
quiet.
"Marguerite is very ILL.," It was her
fathers voice.
Marguerite i'll! And she had sent
for him. Not moment did Dick lose
He knelt by her bedside, but she
didn't know him. During the Ions
hours of the night he could catch
snatches of her thoughts. "Dickie
Dickie,' she would Sob IF you'll
only come back, I'll never play bridge
again." Then she would whisper
"And I'll learn to cook, Dickie, dear
Eyes of Love-" Dick would make
answer to himself. eyes of Love, Il
you'll only open your eyes and lool
at me. You can play bridge, you cal
do anything. I'll make the money fol-
you. can do anything, dear, if you'll
only come back to me-" It was late
in the afternoon of Easter Sunday
that the nurse came into the room
where Dick awaited his summons.
"You can come now. She is awake
The girl in the little white bet
slowly turned her head. "Dickie,'
she breathed slowly. I'VE want to g
home" A wonderful smile playee
over her features, as she turned bacl
the covers. disclosing something yer!
soft. helpless and red.
I'm going to take care Of her my
self. Dickie. The doctor says I may
"But, dear, you haven't heard. Th'
company has raised my salary t.
$125, and has promised to do ever
better soon."
I'm 80 glad, but I want to begin al
over again. sweetheart, and learn t.
do things myself. What we save will
go into the bank for our baby's fu
ture."
"And her name, Eyes Of Love-"
"She is our little Easter Lily, dear
replied Marguerite with light in hel
eyes that had never been there be
fore, (which means to us the resur
rection of our love-"
Chose the Better Part.
"A little boy who can write so nice.