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Margie opened it, and stood face to face with Archer Trevlyn. "Come in," she whispered, "he is asleep." "No, I am not asleep," said the sick man; "has my grandson come?" "He is here," said Margie. "I will leave him with you, dear guardian. Let him ring for me when you want me." "Remain here, Margaret. I want you to be a witness to what passes between us.
Margie's cheek lost a trifle of its peachy bloom. She toyed with her spoon, but did not reply to his remark. "Did you understand me, child? Mr. Linmere has returned." "Yes sir." "And is coming here to-night. Remember to take extra pains with yourself, Margie, for he has seen all the European beauties, and I do not want my little American flower to be cast in the shade. Will you remember it?"
Only once had Nurse Day questioned her of the past, and then Margie had said: "I have done with the past forever, Nurse Day. I wish it never recalled to me. I have met with a great sorrow one of which I cannot speak. I came here to forget it. Never ask me anything about it. I would confide it to you, if I could, but my word is given to another to keep silent. I acted for what I thought best.
Margie, dear, take heart, he may be alive and well!" He went out to alarm the already excited guests, and in half an hour the place was alive with lanterns, carried by those who sought for the missing bridegroom. Pale and silent, the women gathered themselves together in the chamber of the bride, and waited. Margie sat among them in her white robes, mute and motionless as a statue.
Her beautiful eyes seldom lighted with a smile, and her sweet voice was rarely heard. She came, from a day spent out, one evening, into Margie's dressing-room. Miss Harrison was preparing for the opera. There was a new prima donna, and Archer was anxious for her to hear the wonder. Margie had never looked lovelier.
It was a superb affair, and Margie looked like a queen in it. It was of white satin, with a point lace overskirt, looped up at intervals with tiny bouquets of orange blossoms. The corsage was cut low, leaving the beautiful shoulders bare, the open sleeves displaying the perfectly rounded arms in all their perfection. The veil was point lace, and must have cost a little fortune. Mr.
Heaven knows if I erred, I did not err willingly." "Give it all into God's hands," said Nurse Day, reverently. "He knows just what is best for us." The days went on slowly, but they brought something of peace to Margie Harrison. The violence of her distress passed away, and now there was only a dull pain at her heart a pain that must always have its abode there.
"I will, if you won't let me go farther." "I can't, Dick dear. I might be braver under other circumstances, but now the thought of your leaving me is more than I can bear." "I won't go so far but that I can see the wagon," Dick said, kissing his mother and little Margie much as though bidding them good-by; and a few moments later the report of his rifle almost startled the occupants of the wagon.
He judged her by the majority of women he had met, and finding her indifferent, he sought to rouse her jealousy by flirting with Miss Lee, who was by no means adverse to his attentions. But Margie hailed the transfer with a relief which was so evident, that Mr.
Stevens's voice was heard from the inside of the wagon as he spoke Dick's name; Margie clambered out, her big brown eyes heavy with slumber, to greet her brother, and the boy was forced to receive her caresses before it was possible to care for the broncho.
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