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A DREAM AND A VISION.
Ol' lore me. M >r jjucrite! Then, nothin? shall part us: nothin? but death!" Mark Thornton drew the graceful tijrure close to his breast, and the golden head rested tend erly there, while Marguerite Clyde's tender lf,m y heart beat madlv -throbbed so wildly with it-> joy and rapture that it seemed as if it would break. “Nothing but death!'* she repeated, lifting her shy. blue eyes to her lover’s noble face. "Oh. Mark, prav that we both may have long, loop years to be happy in! The thought of (firing you up is more bitter to me than death." “Yon need never give me up. my |w. etheart!" he return *«i. ‘"This parting is only for a brief time; then we shall meet again. never to separ ate while we both shall live. Trust me. Rita. I will be true and faithful— j true and faithful!" She shivered slightly, as though a cold wind was chilling her delicate frame, and clung- closer to her lover, the was so frail, this little snowdrop -—fair and delicate as a flower. Over her iife there hung the shadow of an awful doom, for the deadly blight of i consumption had already ventured to ! touch her fragile body. There were l those among her friends who believed ; that Marguerite Clyde was not long : for this world. Her parents had both •uccumbed to the dread scourge; a brother and sister ha l also crossed the soundless sea which washes the shores of eternity; and it had come to be be lieved. tacitly, that she. too. wonld eventually be stricken down She « r as in a decline, the physician had wisely decided, and mudhave change o. air and scene. A journey to the so.:th of France wa< prescribed, and a wealthy relative. Mrs. Dallas, had offered to accompany the young in valid thither. So. it was all arranged, and on the morrow Marguerite was to sail on the steamship New York. And Mark Thornton was saying good-by to her. Ah! it was hard—bitterly hard to let her go so far a way from him. and know that they might never meet , again: to carry a sad heart in his | breast all day. and lie awake at night to gr: ve over the enforced separa- TUK APPARITION. tion. A feelinjr of desolation, too ter rible for expression crept into the young man'.' 1-reast. If he could only accompany his I >\ed one! Isnt that was mpos-.ible. All their future should she bo spared to him.depended npo.i irs effort'. He was tvorlcng early and late, to make a home—a pretty home—for his darling; and Marguerite woul 1 not listen to his proposal to accompany her and Mrs. Dallas. -N'o. dear. she had said. gently anc. decidedly. -*I will go with Aunt Da.'as: but you must remain at home. and when I come liack t<> you -for l i will return, dear -we will be so happy! j [ Uo brave. Mark, and let me go. anti 1 j will come back to you well and ; strom?.** i •Heaven grant it!'* he cried fer | vently. "but oh. Rita l feel such a ’ strange foreboding of evil. I am not i really superstitious: but I have an iin ! pres.-itm —a premonition of impending sorrow. *• “Nonsense!” she cried, with a sunny smile; but the smile was somewhat ghostly and vanished like a wraith. “Do not give way to superstitious ! fancies.” she added, “they are un worthy of you!” And then Mrs. Dallas appeared upon the scene- a kindly, motherly woman—who insisted that Marpuerite was makinp too heavy draughts upon her strength by this interview with her lover, and so contrived to shorten I the parting scene. The next day the New York steamed out of the harbor, with Mar- j ' puerile and Mrs. Dallas on board. and j .Mark Thornton waving a last fare- j well to the two figure* standing upon | j deck. He watched the vessel until it was out , l of sight, then turned away, a feelinp t of sadness lying upon his heart like a • stone. . j ”1 shall never her apain. my* poor, lost darlinp.” be said, hopeless ly. “I feel it. know it! Oh! Rita! ( ] Ilita! my heart will break. This part ■ inp is more than I can bear!” But h * was a man. w ith a man's ' "troop heart and capacities for en durance; s) hr went back to his lone- ( ! ly room and the daily grind of the office, and time dragged by. A letter came at la.-t from the trav- J elers. They had arrived safely in Southampton, and were to speed by rail to the terminus of their journey. ' ; Ilita was as well as usual, only very tired and weak. The letter brought* j I tiny ray of sunlight into his lonely ; I heart, and gave him courage for the future. Many weeks went by. and at last letters ceased to come. One night, in the silence and darkness of his lonely i ! chamber, Mark Thornton awoke from a troubled dream. A dream in which ; i he ha l seen his loved one lying cold and dead before him -her blue eyes ! closed forever, the white hands folded. He awoke with a nervous start, to dud the corner of the room opposite his bed. brightly illuminated. With a stifled exclamation he started up. and j there before him faintly outlined against the wall, a figure was dimly risible. It looked like the figure of a woman: and as ho sat with dilated eyes fastened upon the apparent ap parition. he was startled by the sound , of a voice—a low. quivering voice, j sighing upon the silence, like the wail of a wind-harp: "Mark!” it said in tremulous accents: “my beloved. I have come back to j yon!” And there in that strange, weird light, he caught a glimpse of a face: a : pale, wan face: with an unearthly ■ light upon it, and great, sad blue eyes, 1 and a cloud of sunny hair streaming , I over graceful shoulders. The face of I Marguerite Clyde—the love of his life. Trembling, agonized, he sprang to his feet, and rushed to the corner of the room where the '.igure had seemed to be. But it was gone no trace of acy living creature. llis window stood open; he went over to i'. and leaned upon the sill, and let the cool night breezes fan his troubled brow. She was dead. Rita —his Ilita—he ''. it certain of it she was iead and her freed spirit had j come to him as she had so • >('•. a declared that she would come— ’o look upon his face once more. >tun ned. paralyzed with intense suffering, Mark Thornton sank upon his knees before the open w indow and prayed for help and comfort. He was weak and nervous and to his troubled heart the vision appeared so real—the sound of her voice so palpable that he could not shut out from his heart the ; conviction that the woman h.* loved ; was no more. All night he walked the floor of his room, his bead bowed,his heart bleed ing with bitter anguish. It was so cruel; ha'i worked ami striven j bravely At homo a 1 was ready at | laxt for his darling: and now. r ght in , the moment of hi* victory when for- , tunc had *.niled upon him. and all the ; | world seemed fair and cloudless. she | must die. ..I In vain did he reason with the strange superstitious fancy It had ; taken root in his mind, and added to the vague uneasiness was a more tan gible tremble. He had not received a letter from ; Marguerite in many davs. It must be j I true. then, she was dead; and—oh. ! i heaven! how could he ever learn to ] | live without her? Morning dawned upon as terrible a night as man ever passed through. . With the morning came an urgent ! summons to another city, a business j summons. He left on the first train, j and ten days elapsed before his re | turn home. All this time he suf- , fered intensely—acutely. She was dead: he wa* positive of it. 1 The thought plunged his soul into the j blackness of despair. ! He returned home at laat. and. once in his office, the first object that | greeted him was a cablegram He i dared not open it - his heart faded ; him —his hand sh»>k. rale and tretn- j I bling he stood holding the fatnl doeo- j ! ment in his hand when there was a rap at the office door. His lip* moved. | but no sound escaped them: the knob ! | turned. the door opened, j He glanced up and a wild cry i | escaped him. Was he mad? There. ; , before him. standing upon the thres- j i hold, framed in by the open door, was j 1 Marguerite his Marguerite' I'pon j her cheeks the faint tinge of return- t I ing health: the pallor and languor > | gone: in short, no longer an invalid, j but perfectly restored i Words cannot portrav that tneet ! ing. The cablegram, which had been j I waiting for him for ten days, had i announced her intention of sailing ’ upon the steamer (iranada. returning ; I home, with restored health - home to j I her loved one. And from that day to this. 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