LI T T LE M A R JO RIE

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BY A . C . M C C LU R G AND Co .

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In s t rife a nd t rib u l a t io n a nd o rda in e d

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If so approv e d a nd s a nc t ifi e d t o pa ss ,

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HE R PRET T Y M AMM A
HE W AS AL W AYS S M I L I NG AND C OO I NG AT HIS

L ITT L E SISTE R
MAR JOR IE AND HE R B ABY B R O THE R
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SHE O NLY L AID HE R THI N W HITE H AND O N THE
L ITT L E G I RL S C HEE K AND S AID P OOR L ITT L E
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SO U L ! ’

THEY STI LL P L AYED T O G ETHE R IN THE L ITT L E

G ARDE N ”

IN THE SP R I NG W HE N THE D AYS W E R E W AR M

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AND LO VE L Y THEY SPE NT THE M OR NI NG S

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T O G ETHE R O N THE SH O R ES O F THE P R ETTY

L AK E
W HO IS THIS SI NG I NG AT M Y GATES U NB IDDE N
W ITH A VO I C E L I K E TH AT O F A SE R APH ”

M O NSEI G NEU R
HIS F R ESH Y O U NG VO I C E R ANG O UT AND F I LL ED
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THE G R E AT H ALL W ITH ITS SW EET NESS

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SHE SA WB E TI F U L L AD IES SPE AK T O HIM

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M AR JO R IE SAT NE AR AT HIS F EET L OO K I NG AT

HIM ”

T HE L ITT L E W ORLD SHE W LE

AS AV NG
I B EHI ND
S L EPT QUIET L Y ”

T HE C A THED R AL T O W E R
G E R AL D .

SEEI NG O THI NG B UT TH AT B E LO VED F AC E

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HE AR I NG NO THI NG B UT T HE E C H O O F HIS
M USI C IN HER H E AR T ”

IT IS T O O LATE ”
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C HAPT E R I
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HE W AS al w ays c a l l e d Litt l e
Marjori e i n the pretty illage
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where they lived Perhaps it

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was because she was such a

frail an d d elicate little girl that
sh e still lives i n the memory of those W ho
knew her as a l ittle ch ild But although
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Marjori e never grew to b e a woman there ,

was i n her l ife the one thing that makes

people great ; and that is loving s o me o ne
better than o ne s self There was i n her
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heart the strong pure love that has ma d e

heroes i n the great worl d ; an d i n her
Short years she experienced the sorrows
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and yearni ngs o f a l ife time There are

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persons who are b o rn to sorro w an d who ,

hav e su fferi ng as thei r only heritage here

on earth ; and yet they are good an d l o v
i n g accepti ng all their ills with a gentle
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spirit and beari ng them with b rav e cour

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age It was just so with Little Marjori e

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Sh e was a sweet hopeful child ; She di d

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not grieve for the blessings Sh e had not ,

Sh e l i v ed only to make others happy .

When Marjori e was a v ery little girl ,

she had lived i n a strange an d distant

country ; an d Sh e had now only a dim
remembrance of a home where Sh e had
o nce been happy with those who loved
her — a home that seemed s o fai r an d
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beautiful as she looked back to it through

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her years of l o neli ness that it appeared

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li ke s o me dreamy fai rylan d Sh e had but .

a faint recollection of a handsome young

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father who had suddenly been taken away

from them and of the d reari ness that
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fol l owed ; of her pretty mamma looking

so pale and sorr o wful and how the smile
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had gone from her li ps an d the roses

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died out of her cheek s and h o w th i n ,

and worn She grew until sh e to o had

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faded away an d died But Marjor i e re .

membered only too well that after all

th is had happened sh e was v ery m isera
ble an d wept bitterly for many days
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when Sh e found that sh e was alon e i n

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the world with a little baby brother scarce
a year old .

But th is baby brother wa s a s weet

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comfort to Marjo rie ; for he was a darling

l ittle child with a b eautiful i n nocent face
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and eyes the color of heaven H e was .

always smili ng an d cooin g at h i s l ittle

Sister an d looki ng up i nto her tearful
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face with great i nquiri ng eye s as if to ,

ask why sh e was alway s sad Marjori e .

could not tell h im H e was too l ittle t o

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know what ha d happened or to u nder ,

stand what a great loss had just come

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HE W ALWY
AS A S SM ILIN G A ND CO O IN G AT HI S LITTL E SI ST E R .
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t o them b o th And so he prattled o n i n

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hi s sweet little v oice and frol icked about

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i n the sunlit fields like a gay butterfly ;

an d as long as he had his sweet !

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Marjori e with h im an d could run up
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and smi le at her and lay h is l i ttle head

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i n her lap when he grew tired he was ,

quite happy .

O ne day Marjori e never quite knew

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how it came about they fo u nd them
sel v es ih a pretty v illage of France It was .

a very strange place to them ; b ut it was

a beautiful l ittle v i llage an d Marjorie felt
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that Sh e would lo v e it fo r Sh e loved all

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that was beautiful . There were h igh

mountai ns Shelter i n g it on one side an d ,

on the other th e waters of a d eep blue -

lake laughe d an d sparkled i n the sunlight ,

and wrapped themselves about the little

town li ke fon d protecting arms It wa s .
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ea rly summer and the air was filled with

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the s o ngs of the b ird l in gs and laden ,

with the first breath of the flowers The .

fields an d the mountai ns were green ,

an d the lake an d the Sky were blue ,

an d the gol d sunlight fell o ver it all so

peacefully that Little Marjo r i e wa s almost
happy
They li v ed i n a pretty cottage close to
the foot of the m o u n tai n ; an d all su m
mer long its roof an d porches were c o v
ered w i th wi ld Vi n es an d tall green
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poplars kept watc h around it l i ke faithfu l

s enti nels There was a little garden too
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and a little garden gate with s weet brie r
cli mbin g over it a del i ghtful l ittle
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swi ngi n g gate where Geral d and Marjor i e

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l ov ed t o stan d and watc h the c o untry

people i n thei r gay caps goi ng by to ,

the market p l ace The house was a v ery

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MAR JO R I E AND HER B AB Y BR O TH E R

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little h o use an d everythi ng i n it was

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litt l e from Marjorie an d her b a by brother -

to Mademoiselle herself who live d with

them Ma d emoiselle was a strange little
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lady i ndeed Sh e seldom spoke to a n y

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one and no smile ever lighted her pretty

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face Sh e had a young face ; b ut her hair

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was very white an d her eyes were sad

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with weepi ng Marjorie wondered why

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it was so and why Mademoiselle was

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always dressed i n black Sh e d id not .

know that Mademoiselle mourned for a

great loss day and n ight an d year an d ,

year ; that her heart was d esolate Sh e .

di d not know that when Madem o iselle

was a very youn g girl Sh e had loved
Marjorie s papa an d that he had gone
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far away prom isi ng to come back for her

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i n a year ; that when the year was gone

something had happened an d Ma d e o i ,
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selle had shut herself u p i n the little

cottage and vowed that She w o uld live
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alone always and n ever lo v e a th i ng or

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creature any more But the people of

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the village remembered i t all very well ,

an d they pitied her when they thought

what a b right happy girl Sh e had once
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been Yet when She heard of these two

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little s ouls l eft alone i n that strange ,

d i s tant country her heart wa s softened

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for t h e so rro ws of other s s ometi mes make

u S grow k i nder and sh e went after
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Marjorie an d the ba b y Gera l d an d brought ,

them home w i th her .

When sh e saw the c o mely boy w i th ,

h i s sweet face an d i nnocent sm ile and

h is great soft eyes She felt a strange col d
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ache about her heart Sh e t oo k h i m i n

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her arms and touched her lips to h is

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fo rehead an d calle d hi m a l ittle angel

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from heaven ; for Geral d ha d his father s

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b lue eyes and Mademoiselle ha d love d

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blue eyes dearly But when she looke d at

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Marjorie — poor frail little Marjorie

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She d id not kiss her ; for Marjorie ha d her

mother s dark eyes and Mademoiselle d id
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not love dark eyes Sh e only lai d her

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th i n white hand on the little girl s cheek ,

and sai d Poor l ittle soul !

Marjori e remembere d it always —
that ,

cold cheerless greeti ng Sh e won d ere d

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secretly why i t was that no one ever

said pretty th i ngs to her b ut always ,

Poor little soul ! Perhaps it was

because She was so d ifl e re nt from her
han d some l ittle b rother H e was full of
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life and beauty and color and his li ttle ,

face was li ke a living flower He ha d .

long silken curls the color of gold and ,

his eyes were li ke d eep violets H is .

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v o i ce was sweet and ri nging and h i s ,

laugh was always merry ; and he seemed

to carry with h im o n ly sunshine an d
happi ness .

But Little Marjori e had not even the

beauty of youth i n her face Sh e was .

white and th i n an d her large eyes were

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full of sadness a strange expectant

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sadness as if she saw the future ahead

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an d saw too that it held no joy for her .

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There are eyes l i ke Marjor i e s pl enty of

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them i n the world — eyes t h at seem to

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reflect the yearn ings of the wh o le human

race young eyes t h at tell of tears unwept
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an d hopes forev er lo s t Marjorie s eyes

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had her Short h istory written i n them .

When S h e looked up there was a world

of pathos i n that dark tender gaze so , ,

that one fell to pityi ng her without know

i ng W hy .
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Poor little Marjorie ! Sh e was not long

in findi ng out what t o her seemed a great
m isfortune , the m isfortune of hav i ng
no beauty Sh e had a keen sensitive
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nature to make her realize it to make ,

her feel that every word and look sh e

got was one of cruel pity ; and because
of her tender years sh e reasoned as the
young i n sorrow do Sh e had not learned
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that there is a beauty wh ich surpasses

all human loveli ness the b eauty of an
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earnest loving soul to possess which i s

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to be eternally blessed Marjori e did not

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know i n how great a measure She pos

sessed th i s blessing ; few people d id u n ,

til after the Short course of her life an d

love was run . Sh e only knew that She
had lost the one thing that seemed to
endear her little brother to her an d to ,

all who looked up o n him .

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No o ne l o ves me She w o uld say to

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herself
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No one l o v es me but the dear baby ,

an d perhaps he too will know some day

and then And she wou l d cover her
face with her hands a n d sob and cry ,

bitter l y.

But nearly always at such times the ,

little Gerald would run up to her and ,

put hi s little arms about her neck an d ,

kiss her so tenderly and talk to her so

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sweetly i n h is baby way that Marjori e

would scold herself for bei ng foolish ,

an d prom i se hi m that She would n ever

cry aga i n a s long as Sh e had hi m to
comfort her But she di d oh so many
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many ti mes as the years followed one

another and t h e cherished brother grew
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out of babyhood a n d beyond the pale of

her tender love .
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It was i n these lonely days t h at Mar
jori e bred and nurtured the love for her
little brother that make s her Simple life
eloquent and that is a lo v e so true and
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pure an d beautiful that there i s none other

li ke it i n all the world H is sweet in no.

cence h is helplessness hi s childish faith

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i n her an d above all h is wonderful beauty

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appealed to all that was truest and ten

d e re st i n her nature ; and Sh e responded
to it with the ardor of a young and
solitary heart .
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SO O N —
and it i s surpris
i ng h o w soon this change
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takes place the little b oy grew
amaz i n gly tall so that Marjorie was fai n
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to cal l h erself h is little Sister i nstead ; and

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he grew so wise an d knowi ng that Ma r

jori e often pretended to stand i n awe of
h im and Gerald was v ery proud an d
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pleased wit h h i s new dign ity Young .

though he wa s he had learned that he

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held the powe r to make others love an d

adm ire hi m ; an d unconsciousl y he made
use of th i s power to gratif y h i s childi sh
v an ity. H e felt too that his Sister Mar
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j ori e li v ed for h i m only ; and li ke all tho s e

who are too freely blessed with lo v e he ,

little knew the worth of hi s great bless

i ng Too often alas ! i n place of the
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baby caresses he had been wont to

give her would he repay h e r t ender
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d evotion by thoughtless unk i n d words , .

H e thought noth ing of woundi ng Little

Marjori e s feelings because Sh e was patient
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and forgi v i ng because She was d efence

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less an d weak weak i n e v erythi ng but

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her love for hi m .

Gerald was still the Same beautiful

child with handsome features and radiant
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eyes that charmed every one H is art .

less grace h i s ch ildish yet i mperious

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ways his fresh delightful v oice carried

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with it a sort of subtle enchantment ,

which made it impossible for one not

to be fo nd of h im Marjori e w o rshipped .
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h is e v ery act an d was happy o nly i n serv

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i ng h i m . True it was but a se n siti v e

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uncertai n pleasure that v ery l ittle often

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changed to pai n ; for Marjorie l o v ed Gerald

bli ndly unreasonably perhaps with the
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yo uthful passion that knows no guidance

or restrai nt But i t i s pos s ible
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— thank
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Heaven ! — to lo v e un w i s ely and to hav e

sublime feelings withal ; to recogn ize i n
those who are cl ear to us only the fai r v ir
tues that hav e en s lav ed our hearts an d i n ,

the end to be made wiser an d nobler by the

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ch ildish lo v e i s such a Si mple th ing and ,

yet so powerfu l that al l th i ng s e v i l must

v an ish from t h e heart w h ere i t abide s .

AS t h ey grew older Li ttle Marjori e be

came consc i ou s of a new i nfluence that
had come o v er Gerald — a v ague inde
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scribable somethi ng that seemed to be

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TH E Y STILL PL AYE D T O G E TH E R IN T HE LITTLE GAR D E N .
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drawing h im away from her and trans

forming h im i nto a strange fanci ful b oy , ,

with great i deas of doi ng someth ing

wonderful i n the world and with such ,

i mprobable hopes and dreams that She

was often troubled They s till played
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together i n the little garden and talked ,

together under the shadow of the tall

elms or wandered out i n the quiet
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wooded lanes as i n the days of their

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babyhood ; but Gerald was d ivi ded from

Marjori e by a barrier of dreams ; and
ev en while they w alked hand i n hand
sh e felt that sh e was alone that he ,

was li v ing quite apart with a soft m isty

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v eil barri ng her and i ndeed ev ery one

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else from his fai r b e at ifi e d world

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For a long time they lived i n thi s quiet

lonely way how lon g Marjori e could not
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say ; but it seemed a brief enough period

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to her when sh e looked back to i t i n

less happy days and remembered it as
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the sweetest time i n her l i fe an d bles s ed ,

it For then Sh e had her darli ng always

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with h e r an d h is presence was the cl earest

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joy of her life The thought of bei ng

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parted from Gerald had n ev er come t o

her Sh e could n ot fancy what her life
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would be without h i m In all their .

dreams of the future an d Gerald s,

were great an d many — h e had always

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spoken of her Sh e Should be near

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him ; Sh e Should hav e a Share i n all hi s

good fo rtunes ; Sh e Should be great i n
h is greatness ; S he should hav e cause to
be proud of h i m for he meant to be
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powerful an d wealthy an d all that makes

men happy i n th i s world And Mar .

jori e faithfu l trust i ng Litt l e Marjorie

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— li v ed i n that fl ittin g hope an d i n the ,

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assurance that whatev er Gerald m ight be

to th e world he would ne v er be to her
but a generous affectionate brother
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In the spring when the days were

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warm and lovely they spent the o ,

in gs together on the Shores of the pretty

l ake It w as qu i et and lonely there ; and
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they seemed to find someth i n g genial i n

the calm changeable beauty of the blue
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waters They could talk or th i n k as was

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their mood ; they could l i sten to the

murmur of the wav es as t h ey came lap
ping u p on the Shi n i ng sand an d fancy ,

that they were sayi ng all sorts of pleas

ant thi ngs o r perhaps sad th i ngs if the
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day was a dark one They watched the .

distant boats with their wh ite sails mov

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i ng be n eath a canopy of gilded clouds ;

and t h e i r thoughts each so di fferent
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wandered out to that land of purple

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mystery which ch i ldren se e i n a fai r

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hori zon
. Gerald looked upon it as a
v ision of h is future that future which
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held so much for h i m ; and hi s fancie s

would take such wayward fl ights that
often Little Marjori e could not keep pace
with t h em It was then more than ever
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that sh e was filled with t h at s trange new

thought an d became oppressed with a
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v ague dread that someth i ng she knew ‘

not what was separati ng her from the

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brother sh e lo v ed Somet i mes too these

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sa d m isgi v i ngs were confirmed by a care

l ess o r unki n d word or an angry look ,

wh i ch meant noth i ng to h i m when it

was given an d forgotten but wh i ch san k ,

deep i nto her troubled soul an d would ,

not be effaced .

Gerald was full of moods ; yet he could

not bear that Marjorie Should i ndulge i n
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M O R NIN G S T O G E TH E R O N HE SH O R E S O F HE P RE TT Y L A K E
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any mo o d that was not h i s own If sh e .

w as sa d and anxious he would often ,

mi stake her thoughts and grow fretful ,

and restless and up b rai d her for being

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such ill company .

Why don t you talk and laugh with

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me Marjori e ? he would ask i mpatient ,

ly. It i s so lonely and dreadful i n this

place I wonder you do not d o someth i ng
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to amuse me .

I will d e ar l wi ll do anyth i ng to
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ple ase you if you will tell me what

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Tell you what ! just as if I knew .

I don t care what only don t sit there

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looki ng so cross and solemn You don t

look pretty w h en you do .

I am not cross Gerald ; you know

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I Should never be cross with you ,

and Marjorie would sm ile at h i m

sweetly .
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That i s what you always say ; but

you are cro ss Marjorie an d ugly some
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times and I don t love y o u and I shall

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not let you come and l i v e with me when

I am a man .

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O h don t say that ; y o u would nev er
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b e unki nd to me Gerald ! E v eryth i ng

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will be different when yo u are a man

you will b e great and I shall be too
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happy e v er to look sad .

Then Gerald would look better pleased ,

an d would add i n a half playful half

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earnest tone ,

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But you are not beautiful Mar ,

jori e ; you w i ll ne v er be b eautiful li ke

me
I do not know why it i s except th at ,

no on e i s s o b eautiful as you I thi nk , .

But you will always love me dear just , ,

as much ?
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I wo ul d lo v e you better if you were

beautiful .

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O h no you woul d not for beautiful
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people are not always good Gerald ; b ut ,

you are beautiful and good ; you will

always be beautiful and good to me .

Yes I will be good to you Marjorie

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and Gerald would look at her with a

l ittle air of condescension and ma jesty
and then She would throw her arms
about his neck and sm ile at him with
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such a tender light in her eyes that his

ch i ldish heart would be conquered and ,

he would kiss her forgetting that She

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was not beautiful and tell her that sh e

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was his dear Marjorie still .

But as time went on these little scenes

between them grew more f equent and r

more seri o us ; and Marjorie would thin k

l ong and sadly over them when Sh e was
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l eft al o ne and She w o uld ask herself

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what it was that barred her out of the

world i n which her darl ing l ived Mar .

jorie s sphere of comparison was small ;

but She knew very well that Gerald was
fair to look upon that there was a magic
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charm i n his childi s h face whi ch made ,

people turn to look at him and stop to ,

listen to the i neffable sweetnes s of h is

Simple songs Sh e knew that he had the
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gift and power to draw people to him ,

whi l e She had nothing — nothi ng but a

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heart full of lo v e to pour out for v ery need

of love An d s ometimes when her l ittle
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soul grew weary with doubt She would ,

go to Mademo i sel l e an d ask to b e com

forted ; for Marj orie was a v ery young
and v ery human little child an d the young
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hav e need of sympat h y But Mad e o i .

selle c o uld give n o comfo rt ; Sh e herself

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had f o und none i n life Sh e had lost the

.

most precious thin g on ea rth — the only ,

thing that gladdens a whole life ; and

her heart was li ke a cold a nd barren land
upon which the sunlight nev er falls .

Gerald knew nothin g of the thoughts

that troubled his litt l e S i s ter Marjorie ,

o f the tearful ho urs cau s ed by his heed

less care of her He wa s ful l of hi mself

.
,

o f his own thought s and hopes proud ,

of his beauty ; and abo v e al l h e was con

s cious of the rare gift wh ich h e possessed ,

the gift of a heav enly voice H e li v ed .

i n the certainty that sometime through

this gift he would rise out of h imself
i nto the realms of his belo v ed fancy .

Gerald notwithstandin g his human faults

,

and weaknesses had i n hi s nature that

,

spark of divin ity which is called gen ius .

Hence what was all the rest to him ? To

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live always i n the little village to Si ng ,

for Mademoiselle and to b e rewarded

,

with one of her rare sm iles to be lo v ed ,

by little Marjorie was a ki ndly fate per ,

haps for one with q uieter hopes ; but for

,

Gerald there wa s s ometh i ng beyond th is

, ,

m
a life of tri ump h and glory the very
—
,

thought of which fil l ed h i with a name

less j oy In that l onely ch i ld h ood Gerald
.
,

wa s not u nhappy ; he had the s olace and

refuge of a great h ope But l ittle Mar .

jorie had no hope sav e i n h i m .

 C HAPT E R III .

N the village where Gerald and

Marjorie l i v ed there was a n
,

old ch ateau clo s e to the Shore of

the laughing lake — a strange
, ,

’
gray c h ateau who s e great wi n
,

dow s reflected at e v en ing the glory of

the crim s on s um mer sun . Geral d had
often seen it so clothed i n fiery splendor
, ,

and he had been wont to look upon it

as a sort of enchanted palace where ,

wonde rful things m ight happen He

.

fancied he would li ke to visit the gray

ch ateau some ti me H e h ad been past it
.

with Marjorie so many times i n the ,

bleak winter when the white s n ow man

t l e d its quaint roofs an d i n the pleas
,
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anter spri ng time when the young v i ne s

-

clambered up its walls and i t had n e v er ,

ceased to hold for him that weird fasc i

nation which mystery an d antiq uity hav e
,

for romantic natures H e had sai d to .

Marjorie that he knew some time he

should really go i nto the ch ateau and i t ,

would be a great day for hi m An d .

Marjorie had smiled her as s ent i n his

belief though Sh e d id not q uite know
,

how such a stran ge th i ng m ight come

about ; for none o f the v illagers ever
entered the ch ateau an d Monsei gneur , ,

the only person who was known to live

there was such a gri m an d curiou s
,

pers onage that all the l ittle children

round about were greatly afrai d of
him .

St i ll
upon a certa i n afternoon when
, ,

the breath o f s ummer was gone and the ,

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ro ses had all died and the trees were

, .

naked of their leav es Gerald and Marjorie

,

were out on the white stra n d gatheri ng

se a Shells b y t he l ake Gerald was Silent
-
.
,

and Marjorie had ceased trying to amuse

him . It was one of h is gloomy days ; he
fe l t that the whole world w as dark and
lonely and that the little village was the
,

darkest an d lonel i est place i n it H e .

looked up and saw a flight of autumn

birds winging their way towards the
pleasant South and a sigh rose to his
,

lips
I wish I were one of them he sa i d ,

I wish I were one of them and could ,

fly away away so far ! ,

An d where would you go ? asked

Marjorie with her half anxious half
, ,

hopeful look ; whe re would you li ke

to be dearest ?
,
 L itt l e Ma rj orie
’

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Somewhere anywhere but here I am

, .

Sick o f this place o f ev eryth i ng i n it Do , .

you see those l ittle w h ite boat s yon der ,

Marjorie w i th their masts risi ng out of

,

the water ? I S hould li ke to be i n one

of them and sail away to some unknown
,

lan d and ne v er com e back .

With me Gerald wit h m e to go with

, ,

”
you ? w h i s pered Li ttle Marjor i e .

Yes yes i f you are good I wish it

, , .

were now don t you Marj ori e ?

’

, ,

O h yes ! but it Shall be som e day

,
.

Some day i s too l ong to wait said ,

Gerald fretfully
W
.
,

e cannot th ink of it yet lo v e we , ,

mu s t n o t th i nk of i t You are too young ; .

we are both too young to go out alon e

into the world .

What a fool ish girl you are Marjor i e ; ,

you d o not know anyth i ng about i t .

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Great people are ne v er too young an d ,

they are ne v er alone I Shall be great .

some time I Shall be the greatest singer

.

i n all the world and I thi nk it m ust be

,

soon And you may stay where you

.

please if you are afraid to trust me .

H e spoke q ui ckly an d there was a ,

strange bitterness i n his words something ,

unnatural i n a young v oice and perfectly

i ncompatible with the angelic fai rness of
his face .

O h no ; no ! it i s not that you know

, ,

it is not that ! pleaded Marjorie I .

!

would go anywhere i n the world with

y o u I am afrai d of nothi n g when you
.

are near me Gerald , .

Then don t talk a s if I were a baby

an d needed some one to look after me ,

else I shall want to go away fro m you

too.
 Litt le M a rjorie Love Story
’
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54 s .

Marj o ri e laid her hand gently on his

arm and was Silent ; for sh e saw the look
of discontent which She dreaded gather
Slowly o v er h is brow and rest upon it li ke
,

an evil Shadow It was an alien look that

.

for a momen t ecli psed all the beauty of

the young face Marjorie watched him
.

sorrowfully but he took no more notice

,

of her ; he only walked on a l ittle faster ,

as if wi shi ng to be left alone an d re ,

mai ned lon g buried i n his own thoughts .

At length they neared the gate of the

old ch ateau Gerald stood for a moment
.

gaz i ng at its gray walls an d peaked ch i m

n ey s an d th e wreaths of m i s ty smoke
that en v eloped it making it look still
,

more weird an d ghostly H e sat down .

upon a broken rock an d began to si n g ,

while waiti ng for Marjor i e who had fol

l o wed slowly gatheri ng pretty leav es by
,
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the way that She m ight not distur b his

,

mood . But when sh e came nearer it ,

was n o longer the same Gerald wh o sat

there with his head lean ing agai nst the
gray rock the moo d y restless b oy who
,
-
,

had spoken hars hly to her but a moment

gone ; it was another being a creature ,

from heav en it seemed whose clear v oice

, ,

rose i n pure melodious notes and filled

the whole ai r about h i m —
a voice that ,

seemed to be S i ngi ng away the tumult

of a wayward troubled soul , Gerald .

always sang so i n h is darkest moments .

When h i s heart was filled with vague

longi ngs when the unlov ely Si de of hi s
,

nature rose up i n h i m an d would not b e

conquered he would pour forth all it s
,

bitterness i n one long burst of rapturous

song and be absolved It was h is prayer
.

for forgiveness Marjorie stood still an d

.
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’

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listened to the ri ch sweet musi c ; for it

wa s then t h at Gerald san g with all the
depth an d s trength of a musi c lo v i ng -

soul . Sh e had learned that h is musi c

was sacred ; an d She knew that the flood
wh i ch came from h i s l i ps was l i ke a
heali ng balm . Sh e only wondered that
heav en itself was deaf to t h at v oice and ,

that it stretched no h a n d to help and

lead her darlin g .

It was v ery stran ge Marjorie ne v er

.

forgot i t ! how Sh e had scarce l y shaped

the t h ought when the bi g gate of the
ch ateau opened and Mon s e i gneur stood
,

beneath the gray archway hi s grave ,

eyes filled with aston i shment look i ng at ,

them both . Li tt l e Marjor i e would have

run away and h i dden herself i f Sh e had
been alone ; but Gerald was afrai d of
noth i ng . Sh e waited what s eemed an
W
H
O IS THI S SI NG IN G A T M Y GAT E S U N B IDD E N W ITH A VO I C E LI K E
,

TH A T O A SE RA PH
F
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’

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endless ti me wonderi ng what woul d

,

happen And then sh e remembere d how

.

quickly her heart began to beat when

She saw Monseigneur actually crossi ng
the little path and comi ng straightway
toward them .

Gerald was not startled ; he only

stopped suddenly an d his eyes grew
,

calm and beautiful as wit h the lingeri ng

sweetness of the unfin ished song But .

Monseigneur was greatly puzzled He .

could not believe that th i s slender boy

before h im with the face of a ch ild had
, ,

a voice that had pierced the th ick walls

of hi s c h dt e au an d brought h i m out to
,

listen
And who is this ? he sai d at length ,

raising Gerald s face to h is ; who i s this

singi ng at my gates u nbidden with a ,

”
v oice li ke that of a seraph ?
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’
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Gerald d id n o t answer ; but a s udde n

ros i ness ru s hed to hi s cheeks a s he
l ooked up
m
.

!
In truth thou se e e st li ke one ; for
,

”
thy face i s not less fai r than t h y v oice ,

sai d Monseigneur And pray who has

.
, ,

taught thee so to S i ng ?
!
No one Mon s ei gneur ; n o one has
,

taught me to si ng answered Gerald , .

!
But there are v oi ces aroun d me some
time s — strange sweet v oices that I hear
, ,

only when I am sad I cannot tell .

where they are but I li sten to them and

, ,

they tell m e I must S i ng that I m ust

si ng always to be happy .

Monseigneur looked a mome n t i n su r

prise at th e fa i r fanciful boy talk i ng
dreamily as if to h imself an d then he ,

asked with a sm ile ,

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An d hav e thy fairy voices taught

thee to be happy too ? ,

No returned Gerald with a soft Sigh

, .

No one i s always happy I thi n k , .

!
It i s no matter if one can Si ng li ke ,

t hee ; for thou canst sing my lad as , ,

but few people si ng on earth An d the .

old man s eyes grew ki nd as he lai d h i s

’

hand gently on Gerald s head and added

m
, ,

On y faith thou Shouldst -

ha v e,a
master .

A master ? s ai d Gerald question ,

”
in gly. . What does Monse i gneur mean ?
!

I mean my pretty one that thou , ,

must go to the great city and be taught

by a famou s maestro i n the art of Singing .

Thy v oi ce Should make thee great .

Gerald s heart beat quickly hi s eyes ,

grew dark and a look of unspeakable joy

,

lighted up h is features as he looked up

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i nto the face of the old man and sai d ,

earnestly O h Monseig n eur if it could

, , ,

only be !
There were times w h e n the love of h is
’

art possessed hi m w h e n Gerald s face

,

wore an exalted look that seemed almos t

di v i ne a qui ck flas h t h at fo r a second
,

transformed h i m i nto a d i fferent be i ng .

Monse i gneur saw i t i n t h e look that

followed that Si mp l e c h i ldish utterance ,

an d Gerald s fate was sealed .

It takes les s than a word somet i mes , ,

to change the who l e course of a life ,

less than a look to steer that fragile

— —
bark human desti ny i nto an unknown
se a whose tide we can not stem
, H uman .

l i v es are full of crises and there i s a,

s trange mysterious doom that l ead s us

, ,

e v en i n ch ildh o od to choo s e one path

,

from wh i c h we may nev er turn back .

 C HAPT E R IV .

H E Y walked on the old man

,

lean ing on the boy s arm away ,

from the gray ch ateau an d to ,

ward the l ittle cottage ; and

Marjorie followed them i n silence ,

neither t aking any heed of her And .

they talked much of the thi ngs that

Gerald lo v ed to hear — o f the wonderful
,

thi ngs i n th e great city of the lads who

,

sang at the cathedral and how people

,

came from m iles around to hear them ,

and how someti mes they were sent to

si ng before the Pope h imself at h is great
palace and how he rewarded them with
,

gold crosses and large sums of money .

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.

Th is to Gerald s eemed the sweetest and

ki ndliest fate that could be bestowed on
any mortal and quite compassed hi s i deas
,

of greatness And Mon s eigneur enjoyed

.

hi s eagerness s o and waxed so earnest

,

i n relatin g these th i ngs that one m ight ,

hav e thought he had bee n a lad h i m s elf ,

an d a Si nger as well .

But Little Marjori e h eard noth in g of

what they sai d ; her heart was filled wit h
strange fore b odi ngs Sh e tri ed to th i nk of
.

Gerald s happi ness of the pleasure that

,

had brought back h i s s weet alluring ,

smile and the look of l ov e i n his eyes

, .

But Sh e knew that thi s look and thi s

sm ile were not for her Sh e could not .

tell why it was but She felt that She

,

h ad been s uddenly Shut out of all h is

happi ne ss an d She wa s m ore fors aken
,

than ever .
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For several days after Gerald was i n

,

a dream of d elight so that he quite

,

forgot to be cross with Mar

jorie Monsei gneur came to the
.

little cottage and talked a long

,

time w i t h Mademoiselle and ,

the n Gerald wa s called i n and

told that on the m o rro w he
would sing at the ch atea u be
fore a number of great people ,

whom Monseigneur had bidden

to come and hear him And.

when Mo n s ei g n e u r went from the door

of the little cottage he turned agai n
,

and kissed Gerald on the forehead and ,

placed a gold coi n i n hi s hand the ,

largest and brightest that Gerald had

e v er seen
.

And the n all Marjori e s sad m isgi v ings

’

had v ani shed ; for she knew n o w that all

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’
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wa s well and that H eav en had i ndeed

,

s m i l ed down up o n t h e fortunes of her

darli ng ; and no o n e was so happy a s
sh e , not e v e n Gerald h i m s elf Marjorie .

had ne v er a t h ought for her s elf nor a ,

joy nor a hope s av e i n hi m ; and the

one purpose of her life was the well
be i ng of the brother n o t one of whose
,

g i fts she e n v i ed .

A s Gerald had sai d it was a great day

,

for them i ndeed w h e n he s ang at the

, ,

ch ateau an d he looked v ery b eautiful as

,

he s t oo d there underneath the brilliant

,

l ig h t s o f Mon s e i gneur s s alon his fai r

’

fac e flushed w i th expectation an d h is ,

large s oft eye s rest i ng on the crowd

around h i m . Young as he wa s and ,

little u s ed a s he was to t h e pre s e n ce

’

of s trange a n d great people t h ere wa s ,

n o d iffi d e n c e i n h i s man n e r n o fear ,

!
HI S F R E SH YO U NG O I C E RA N G
V O UT AND F ILL E D T HE GR E AT
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written on h i s ch ildish face H e bore .

h imself already l ike a master a master ,

of a great art ; and li ke a true master

he was armed with confidence the ,

weapon of geni us E v ery one admired

.

him ; it was impossible not to admire

Gerald . For besides his lo v eli ness of
feature and form there was i n his face
,

that i ndescribable charm of youth wh ich , ,

i n gifted and sensiti v e natures s eems to ,

outlast all others .

But when h is fresh young v oice rang

out an d filled the great hall with its
sweetness when all the listeners pressed
,

around h i m i n aston i shment when he ,

was applauded and praised so much that

the blushes cam e thick to h is cheeks ,

it was then that little Marjorie s heart

’

o v e rflo w e d with joy and pride i n h im ,

a joy that made her forget everythi ng

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’

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but h i s presence and the great h appy

t h ought that he was hers to lo v e and
to glory i n always .

O h Marjori e ! our fairest i deal i s but

,

the S h adow of what we lo v e re flected

by our own fa n cy i n the flush of youth
,

an d hope ; it i s but a flas h i ng dream ,

bright sweet and f u ll of comfo rt but

, , ,

followed by a b i tter wak i ng We may .

not i n t h i s world be h o l d it face to face

for th i s i s a world of rea l i t i es wh i c h for ,

hope hath n o reward an d for dreams no ,

fulfilment .

Yet Little Marjor i e l i v ed a world o f

happ i ness i n tho s e few short moment s ,

when her be l ov ed s tood there i n all h i s

Si mple grace Sh e could only look at
.

hi m ; her heart was too full to speak ;

but all that sh e
'

m
igh t hav e sai d went
out to hi m i n t h at l ook of i nfin ite ten
 ”
SHE SAWB E A U TI FU L L A DI E S SP E A K TO HI M
.
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derness Sh e saw those great people

.

rise and go to h im as with one impulse .

Sh e saw beautiful ladie s speak to hi m

and sm ile some bendi ng down to kiss
,

him and some caressi ng h is bright curls

, .

And Monseigneur sm iled at h im too as , ,

he had not sm iled at any one for many

a day and called h im a glorious la d
, .

And Gerald s ang agai n and agai n all the

little Si mple songs he knew as if he had
been i nspired ; and he was as happy as
ev er people are at the dawn of their
first great triump h .

All the way home that n ight as they ,

walked together under the stars Little ,

Marjorie wa s weav i ng a golden web of

fancy Sh e was li v ing already i n that
.

happy future which n ow seemed very

,

near when Gerald would be great when

, ,

the whole world Should know h is name

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’

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an d han g on the spell of hi s magic

v oice Sh e saw h i m honored an d exalted
.

and we l comed e v erywhere ; sh e saw h i m

great among the great An d i n her simple
.

heart she saw h i m too sm il in g down upo n

her; and lo v i ng her through all hi s great
ness Ah ! how many time s afterward
.

d i d Marjori e remember that happy h appy ,

n ight an d w i s h that sh e h ad died then ,

died i n that ho u r whe n sh e was

wrapped i n the my s ti c v ei l of h ope .

When they reached the l itt l e cottage ,

Gerald an d Marjori e sat for a l o ng time

before the fire t h i nk i n g of th e great
,

change of fortune that had j u s t come to

them It was very strange ; t h ey could
.

scarcely un derstan d it O nly a few days .

before they had been so alone so hope ,

le ss an d the n sudden l y ev eryth ing was

, , ,

changed an d th ei r future looked br i ght

,
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an d prom ising To Gerald it seeme d as

.

if the dream of hi s life was bei ng reali zed .

For just before they left the c h fl t e au ,

— h e and Marjorie — Monseigneur ha d

,

taken him aside and told h i m somethi ng

strangely delightful H e ha d not spoken
.

of it to Marjor i e yet ; for sh e would ask

so many quest i ons — girls were such
,

curious creatures — an d he wanted to

,

enjoy it alone first of all ; and he grew so

excited for th i nking of it that all Sleep
forsook h i s eyes H e sat there silently
.
,

looking i nto the yellow flame with the far

away dreamy look in his blue eyes an d he ,

smiled a little as if he saw somethi ng

,

pleasant ahead Marjori e sat near at his

.

feet looking at hi m following his every,

thought with eager hungry eyes an d ,

worshi ppin g him How She did love

.

h im that n i ght ,
her proud handsome ,
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’

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brother ! How She d i d long to say some

th ing that would tell h i m so an d Show ,

hi m how great She thought h i m ; how She

beli e v ed an d t rusted and h o ped i n h i m !
But Marjori e had learned ala s ! that ,

howe v er anxi o u s Gerald was for the

plaudits of the great world her praise ,

an d her adm i rat i on were little to h i m .

Perhaps it was because sh e gav e them

so freely ; perhaps because Sh e was only

an i ns i gn i ficant litt l e girl Marjori e could

—
,

not say But S h e knew that sh e would

.

hav e gi v en worlds fo r a word of praise

from hi m or an appro v i ng sm i le
,
.

Yet that n i ght h e r h eart was s o full

of joy that Sh e cou l d n o t leav e h i m w i th
out a ten der word .

Dearest Gerald ! S h e sa i d s o ftly ; ,

you san g so beaut i fully ! I am so proud

of you an d I love you so ! please please
, ,
 R ORI E
MA J SAT N E AR A T H S F EE T
I

L O O K IN G A T HIM.
”
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’

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.
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say you love me a little and sh e laid ,

her cheek fondly on h is arm and held

h i m close .

O h Marjorie don t be a foolish girl !

’

, ,

returned Gerald i mpatiently

, You know .

v ery well that I li ke you but I don t li ke

you when you are Silly .

It is not silly for me to lo v e you ,

Gerald .

But it is selfish of yo u t o tro uble

me when I am th i nkin g Yo u a l way s do .

it Marjori e
, . Now go away a n d leav e
me do !
Forg i v e me dear I do not mean to
, ,

trouble you or to be se l fish I o nly want .

you to know how much I lo v e you and ,

I cannot help s ayi n g it Gerald , .

O h f o rg i v e you ! forgive you ! You

,

are alway s wanting to be forgi v en and ,

then doi ng the s ame Si n s over I should .

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.

th i nk i f you cared for me you would try

a little not t o ann o y me so .

”
I do try returned Marjor i e w i th a
, ,

chokin g sob O h I do try ; but but

.
,
-

Gerald you are not a l way s ki nd to m e ;

,

and sh e h i d her face i n her ha n ds afrai d ,

of what s h e had s a i d ; an d all h er hap

p in e ss was gone becau s e o f his cr u e l
words .

Gera l d cou l d not brook the suggest i on

o f a reproac h To hi s eyes h i s conduct
.

wa s blame l e ss H ad he not promi sed

.

that Marjor i e S h o uld l i v e with h i m when

.

he was great ! H ad he not allowed her

to lo v e h i m ? What more could she ex
p e c t ! H i s proud spirit rose li ke a fl ash *

for Gerald had a quick excitable nature , ,

wh ic h accord i ng to h is mood could be

, ,

roused by a S i ngle offenceless word

an d i t was Marjor i e s m isfo rtune that
’
 Little Ma rjorie s Love Stow
—
’

. 8 1

despite the deep l ov e she had for h im i n

her heart She was the o ne t o draw down
'

this ill will upon her i n nocent self

-
.

Gerald truly believ ed t h at he was a goo d

brother to her — had sh e not sai d it
,

herself a hundred time s ! an d that sh e

Should now reproach h im with u n k in d
ne s s was a great si n H e pushed her .

away an d sa i d angrily ,

It is a great pity you have such a

heartless brother i ndeed an d perhaps
, ,

you will be glad enough when you

’ ’

hav e n t h i m any more I th in k I ll go .

”
away and leav e you I really do ,
.

Don t s ay that ! cried Marjorie i n

’

’
alarm ; don t say it Gerald ; I could not
,

”
li v e without you ; i ndeed I could not ,
.

Then why do you v e x m e and cry

at nothing ? You know v ery well I hate
to see you cry If you knew h ow hid
.
82 L ittle Ma rjorie s L ove S tory
- .

e ou s it makes y o u perhap s you would

,

”
n o t do i t so often .

Marjori e was v ery m iserable Sh e held .

up her wh ite arms i mplori ngly

, ,

I di d not mean it dear Gerald ; you

,

are very good to me and I lo v e you !

,

But I do not lo v e yo u he sai d

m
, ,

severely ; and l a goin g away to mor ,

-

row to leav e you .

Gerald ! Gerald ! You mu s t not go

you m ust not go away from me I .

am all alone i n the world ; I have no one

but you ; I Should d i e without you .

No you wou l d not

,
he answered
,

coldly ; an d he rose an d walked away

wit h the hard bitter look on h is young
,

face .

Marjor i e stood looki ng at h i m v acantly ,

S ilent an d st u p e fi e d wit h gr i ef Sh e had .

ne i ther courage nor strength to run u p

 Little Ma rjorie
’

s L ove Story
- . 83

to him and make h i forgive her Al m .

ways before Sh e had pleaded with h im

and brought back a sm ile or a ki nd word
to h is lips ; an d their sad time had ended
i n her ki ssi ng all his angry thoughts
away . But to night the sound of his
-

words rang i n her heart with a terrible ,

cruel mean ing ; and he s eemed to have

taken with him all her stren gth and
hope O nly a moment ago Sh e had been
.

so happy ; and now the world was cold

and dark and She was alone i n it
, .

Some hearts especially those of the

,

young are unsympatheti c i n thei r pros

,

p e rit y
. They forget the hands that have
labored for them the willing sacrifices
,

that hav e been made for them ; the lov

i ng words of praise that hav e cheered and
encouraged them — often the v ery ones
,

that hav e helped them to success H eaven ,

 Little Ma rjorie
’

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-

forgi v e them ! Gerald thoug h t no more of

Marjori e after he had left her For some .

hours longer he lay dreami ng of h i s good

fortune of the happi ness i n store for hi m
,

for Mon sei gneur had really told h i m t h at

on the n ext day he was to go to the
great c i ty t o be taught unti l he s h o u ld
become t h e greate s t Si nger i n the world .

It was h i s reward for hav i ng s u ng so

well at the c h fit e au ; or for hav in g a wi n
n ing face an d sweet blue eyes perhaps ; ,

or for hav i n g been such a good brother

to Marjorie —
, who Shall say? Gerald di d
n ot trouble h i mself with th i s problem
he only sm i l ed at the plea s i ng Visions
ahead an d fell at la s t i nto a q ui et sleep
, .

But Marjori e h ad no pleasant dreams

to look forward to Sh e had only the
.

memory of a S i cken i ng sorrow an d a ,

dull ach i ng feeli ng at her heart ; and S h e

 Littl e Ma iyorie s L o ve Story
’
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could fin d no rest till She had gone to

her brother s little room and had softly
’

crept to h is bedsi de and gi v en him the

,

gentle kiss that h is hardness of heart had

forbidden her And when She saw hi m
.

lyi ng there Sleeping so peacefu lly with

t h e hopeful smile resti ng on hi s face She ,

beli ev ed that i n h i s heart he had for

gi v en her a n d She was comforted
,
.

The morn i ng came an d w i th i t Mo n

,

seigneur . It w as a co l d gray d i smal , ,

morn ing T h e l i ttle cottage ne v er looked

.

so bare and the moani ng of t h e tall pop

,

lars wa s n ev er so sad as o n that morn i ng

whe n Marjori e s aw the great carriage roll
up to the garden gate an d h er brother
-
,

Gerald disappear withi n it an d the black ,

horses gallop away so fast as if they ,

n e v er cared t hat they were taking from

her the dearest th ing of her life ! Sh e
 L itt l e Ma rjorie Love S tory
’
86 s -
.

stood watch i ng them alo n e holding her ,

heart followi ng them with her eyes

,

till they had van i shed i n th e di s tance ,

and t h e soun d of the rumbli ng wheels

—
wa s heard no more an d so She l ost
him .

A h me ! What a dreadfu l day it was !

H ow the ra i n fe l l ; a n d h o w poor Li ttle
Marj o ri e s tears flowed !
’

Gerald was
—
gon e go n e from her w i t h n ev er a word
of forg i v ene ss ! sh e cou l d t h i nk o f n o thi ng
else Yet i n h er gr i ef s he lov ed hi m an d
.

blamed her s elf an d could se e n o wrong

in him Ah most blessed most perfect
.
, , ,

truest lov e that stand s alone steadfast

, ,

am i d the wrecks and disappoi ntments of

human affect i o n s an d wav ers not i n its
,

fidel ity ! No there is not i n all the world

,

a stronger or purer or more end u r i n g

love t h an th i s .
 L ittl e Ma rj orie
’
s L ove S tory
- . 87

Gerald as he was —
Gerald the thought
,

less selfish brother the cause of al l her

, ,

heartache,
— had no place i n Marjori e s ’

memory now . Sh e could only thi nk

of him as he had been i n the days of

hi s i nnocent babyhood ; She remembere d
only the beautiful child who had loved
and trusted her and gladdened her own
,

troubled ch i ldhood Sh e lived over and

.

ov er agai n i n her fancy all the little ten

der thi ngs he had said to her ; the fond
caresses and bright glances that had
penetrated her an d su ffused her soul
,

with a strange sweet happi ness Ab .

sence i s a great reconciliator — it makes ,

us forget the sorrows of the past an d ,

li v e only i n the memory of hours made

brigh t by gentleness an d lo v e An d .

Marjorie had but one sorrow n ow ,

that of being parted from h im an d the ,

 L ittl e Ma rjorie
’

88 s L o ve S tory
-
.

dread that She m ight nev er se e hi m

m ore ; while all the rest faded out of her
heart like a dream .

I t was v ery dreary w i thout Geral d

and Marjori e wandered from the b lue
lake to the green mounta i n s and foun d ,

n o cheer Sh e could not l ook upon the

.

thi ng s they had lo v ed howe v er beautiful

,

they were without that strange chok

, ,

ing deathly pai n wringi n g her h eart

, .

Sh e could not see the fam i liar places

where they had been so happy together
without feel ing that she was alone an d
wretched now ; an d there wa s not a
thing or a place i n her l ife but was
l inked w i th a thought of h im Sh e .

nev er l i v ed a day but it brought back

som e recollection bitter or sweet to ,

flood her young soul with new m i s ery .

H er eyes grew darker and sadder with

 Little Ma rjorie Love Story
’

s -
. 89

tears and her thi n sweet face was al

,

most transparent in it s whiteness An d .

the good v illage people who were wont

to se e her standing at dusk b eside the
little garden gate Shook their heads
-

sadly and sai d Poor little soul ! more

,

than ev er and almost hoped that the

,

morrow would find her i n a happier

world B u t Marjorie lived on a v ain
.

and foolish h ope as many a one has

,

done, the hope that sometime she

should stan d there an d s ee her brother
Gerald coming back to h e r ; com i ng to
love her an d make her happy .
 C HAPT E R V

YE AR passed wear i l y on
,

and then another ; an d it

was neari ng Christmas tide
-
.

Marjori e h ad had no m es
sage from Gerald through
all th i s long ti me for Monseigneur had
,

not returned an d people seldom went to

,

the great city ! it was a long d istance

away an d the roads were dangerous
, .

But one day the l ittle v illage was all

astir with the news that a youn g lad
w h om ev ery one had kno w n as a pretty
fair ha i red boy had foun d fav or i n the
-

great c i ty with his singi ng ; that i ndeed

 L ittl e M a rjorie
’

s L ove S tory
-
.
9 1

hi s v oi ce wa s the talk and wonder of all

the people ; that he wa s goi ng to si ng i n
the Mass at the Cathedral on Christmas
Ev e an d that crowds of people would
,

come to hear him .

Marjorie heard it all an d l i s tened with,

a fluttering heart Could it be her

.

brother Gerald ? Sh e felt sure it must

be he Who but Geral d was beautiful
.
,

an d had a marv ellous v oice ? The old

longi ng rose strong and wild i n her poor
heart at the thought of h is triumph ,

the longin g to see his dear face agai n ;

to hear him sing ; to meet the look of
pleasure i n hi s eyes for Gerald was al
,

ways happy when he san g Perhaps .

,

too he would be glad to se e her — it was

, ,

such a lon g ti me Si nce they were parted

from each other ! And he m ight want
to lov e her now that he was happy if ,
 L itt le M a rjorie
’

9 2 s L ove S tan!
-
.

he had n ot forgotten her But then .

,

h e m ight hav e forgotten her ! There h ad

been ti mes many times when sh e had
, ,

s ickened at this thought ; a n d there

had been days when Gerald seem ed so
far away that sh e felt She s h ould nev er
se e him agai n But there had ne v er
.

been an hour w h en She had forgotten

hi m ; an d She comforted herself with
the beli ef that though h i s l o v e was d if
fe re n t it w as not less true t h a n h er own
, .

But Marjor i e had not l ived i n a great

city w i th i ts pleasures and excitements
,

an d its ev er new people ; s he had not

been S i ng i ng before a great maestro who ,

told her a hun dred thi ngs to turn her

youn g head ; s h e had not been caressed
an d flattered by pe o ple whom it was an
honor to kn o w ; sh e had not been
rocked i n the hope of becom ing s ome
 Little Ma rj orie
’

s L ove Story
-
.
93

day a great arti st Marjorie had only

m
.

s tayed i n the little Village with Mad e o i

selle ; she h ad had but o n e image before
her and but one hope — that of bei ng
, ,

sometime good and strong and wise

enough to please Gerald ; and when at last
sh e heard of hi s fair fo rtune it seemed as ,

i f all her s trength an d hop e were armed

fo r one great effort to go out i nto the
world a l one i f need be an d nev er rest
, ,

till sh e had found hi m It was a wild

.

and desperate thought ; but desperate

thoughts come to us all when we are
i n great trouble and S h e could fi nd no
,

peace wh ile yet th i s v ague hope flit t e d

before her Sh e brooded o v er i t by day
.

and dreamed of i t by n ight and could ,

not bear the t h oug h t of going back to

the old l i fe of dreary waiti ng ! She would
go to h i m now and never leav e h im more
,
.
 L itt le Ma rjorie
’

94 s L ove Story
-
.

E arlyone bitter morn i ng i n th e heart

of December Marjori e left the little cot
,

tage where Sh e had spent h er ch ildhood ,

the home that wa s li n ked i n her m i nd

with all the joy and sorrow of h er young
life Sh e looked back t o i t with a v ague
.

feeli n g that Sh e Should ne v er se e i t agai n ;

and a flood of memor i es came crowdi ng
upon her and o v erwhelmed her heart .

The wi nd blew i cy cold ; the snow fell

i n bli ndi ng flakes buryi ng all trace of
,

the roads ; the water s o f the blue lake

were frozen i nto a sol i d glare an d were ,

cold an d unresponsive to her look of

tearful farewell The l ittle world she
.

was leavi n g beh i nd Slept qui etly ; there

wa s not a li v i n g th i ng astir on th i s
bleak wi ntry morni n g — only a l i ttle
girl with a pale anx i ous face an d w i ldly
beati n g heart h u rry i ng h urry i n g she
, , ,
 ”
T HE LITTL E WO R LD SHE W L E A IN G B E HIND L E PT QU I E TLY
AS V S .
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’

s L ove Story -
.
97

scarce knew whither Sh e did not thi n k

.

of the distance between her and the

great city ; She di d not thi nk of the
’

tediousness of a day s journey on foot

across a rough and rugged country ;
sh e di d not care that She had no food
to stay her failing strength an d but ,

scanty clothi ng to shield her from the

cruel cold ! the thought of seei ng Gerald ,

of listen ing to h is v oice again soon rose ,

abov e ev ery other thought and made ,

her strong and brave Sh e beguiled

.

the dreary hours with fair day dreams—

soon to be real ized ; Sh e was dreami ng

of what their meeting would b e of all ,

that She w o u l d say to him

‘

Would he .

be glad ? Would he take her i nto h is

arms and kiss her ? Ah yes ; Sh e was ,

sure he would . And She would say ,

!
Gerald dear dear Gerald I am sorry !
, , ,
 Little Ma rjorie Lo ve Story
’

9 8 s -
.

and he would look at her i n h i s fond

old way an d call her h is dear foolish
, ,

Marjori e .An d then h e would take her

i nto the great Cathedral with h i m ; an d
when h e sang it would be all for her !

a n d when the Mass wa s done they

would walk away together as they had ,

done that n ight from the c h fit e au to ,

the place where Gerald l i v ed It must .

be a beautiful place for Gerald was so

,

great and famous already Sh e could .

almost se e how he would look when Sh e

told h i m how wretched sh e had been ;
an d how he would laug h h i s clear ,

merry ringi ng laugh and say i t had all

, ,

been a hi deou s dream , an d that n ow She

was nev er to leave h i m any more ,

and the thought of it al l so t hrilled

her that Sh e cried a l i ttle for th i nki ng
of her happ i ness . Marjorie was too
 Littl e Ma rjorie Lo ve S tory
’
-
s .
99

y o ung too strong i n faith to accept

, ,

sorrow as a reality ; sh e did not kn ow

that sorrow i s the only th i ng i n th is
world that i s real — the only th i ng that
,

stays an d cli ngs to us and will not be ,

put away not even b y the hope of a

m
,

co I ng j y
o .

Marjorie t rav er s ed th e dark mysterious

woods so still and lonely where no
, ,

sound b roke the awful stillness but the

wild moan i ng of the wi nd through the
naked trees and the tread of her weary
,

little feet as She made her way over the

ic y twigs Sh e di d not s top to rest or
.

refresh her fai nt young body ; She di d

not th i nk of the pai n sh e felt now for
m
,

the great l o n g g that was i n her heart .

If Gerald had known what Marjorie

went through i n that dreadful day what ,

suffer i ng of soul and body sh e bore for

 L ittle Ma rjorie Love Story
’
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s .

h is sake h i s heart selfi s h and hard

, ,

t h o ugh it was wou l d hav e melted I

, ,

th i nk for v ery pity of the wretched

,

little si ster whose only Si n was to lo v e

him .

But at that v ery hour when Marjori e ,

was journeyi ng wear i ly t o ward him ,

Gerald was full of the glori es of the

comi ng n ight and Marjori e had long
,

Si nce ceased to have any place i n hi s

thoug h ts H e wa s to si ng at the Cathe
.

dral ; he the youngest of the choristers

, ,

was to lead the m i dnight Mass an d ,

sing alone the Agnus De i It was a .

great th i n g i ndeed for h e would be

,

rewarded handsome l y by the m aestro if

he di d h i s best ; and he was proud an d
happy as he had cause to be had h i s
,

great g i ft l eft room i n h i s h eart for

aught that w as grateful and tender .
 L ittle Ma rjorie L ove Story
’
-
s .

But Gerald s nature had neither grate

fulness nor tenderness i n it ; an d though
h is art was the gift of H eav en it never ,

raised h i m from hi s earthly longings i nto

a world of etern al peace .

At length the day darkened an d the ,

moan i ng of the wi nd was hushed and ,

the sky grew dark and angry with

clouds and the killi ng n ight frost fell
,
-

li ke a mantle o v er the cheerless earth .

Marjorie hurried onward out of the ,

gloomy forest i nto the deepen i ng twi

light Sh e was still a long way from the
.

city ; it was snowi ng very fast the roads ,

were impenetrable and she could se e

,

noth i ng for the darkness H er strength .

was faili ng and despai r sei zed her ; sh e

,

uttered a low cry and sank for a moment

,

—
by the roadsi de but only a moment to ,

rest and thi nk to pray for help from

,
 Little Ma rjorie
’
1 02 s L ove Sto ry
-
.

H eav en Ju st then sh e heard a distant

.

ch i me of bells peali ng out the Angelus .

It was a blessed sound the only familiar

,

thin g that had crossed her path through

that long and dismal d ay and it fell on,

her droopi ng spi rits li ke a ray of hope .

Sh e listened to its fai nt echoes an d they ,

seemed to be callin g her as they d ied

away on the n ight . It was the bell of
th e great Cathedral .

A m i nute later the light of a lantern

shon e across the road an d an unsteady
,

footed mule went by pulli ng a l ittle

cart with a si ngle trav eller i n it Mar .

jori e rose to her feet and cal l ed out to

m
hi
Stop ! oh plea s e stop ! she
tremblingly .

!
Well what now ? sai d a gru ff
,

an d the little cart stood still .

 L ittl e Ma rjorie L o ve S tory
’
-
s . IO 3

The w ay to the city if you could —

tell me please sai d Marjorie fai ntly

—
, , .

”
There s only one way sai d the man
’

, ,

an d it s a b ad one .

”
H ow far i s it ? asked Marjorie .

More than a league maybe ; there s

’

”
no telling a n ight li ke this
,
.

Marjori e groaned and the man bent ,

down to look at her The white snow .

reflected the rays of l ight from the lan

tern and showed him a face so worn and
,

suffering an d yet so c h ild l ike that he

'

uttered an oath by way of aston ishment

and sympathy .

And now wh ither ? he asked i n,

ki nder tones .

!
To the Cathedral answered Sh e to , ,

hear the m idnight Mass

’
!
That s not my way returned the ,

man ; but I ll take thee to the city and ,

1 04 L itt l e M a rjorie s Lo ve Story
-
.

thou canst find thy way to the church

after if thou art fool enough to trav el all
th i s way for a drop of holy water I d
’

ne v er hav e gone a step i n thy place not ,

for the Sai nt Peter hi mself i n a h urri cane

,

li ke this ; a nd he lifted her i nto the cart

less roughly than h is v oi ce had sounded .

Marjori e allowed h i m to put a little

bun dle of straw u nder her head and to ,

throw his leather jacket o v er her sh i v er

i ng l im b s ; and then t h e mule took up
it s slow uncertai n tread agai n and they ,

mo v ed on i n the darkness .

It m ust hav e taken them a long wh ile

to make t h at league or more for by the ,

time they reached the outsk i rts of the

city the s now had cea s ed falli ng an d ,

the star s were Sh i n i ng through the

broken cl o uds and Marjor i e knew that
,

she had been sleeping Now they had

.
Ma r orze s Love Story
-
. 19 5

crossed t he
bridge an d were
,

n e a r in g the
heart of the busy
city Marjori e s
’

eyes looked
rou n d her i n
ast o n i s h ment ;
sh e was bewil

dered by all the

strange n ew
So u n d s the,

rumble of car
riage s and the
,

tramp of horses
feet over the icy
pavements an d ,

the ringi ng and

clan gi ng of
church b ells till ,
1 06 L itt le Ma rjorie s Love Story
- .

the air seemed wild and crazy wit h

noise Sh e saw the long white street
.

with i ts double rows of lamp posts -

sheddi ng their luri d light on th e streams

of people mo v i ng beneath them and ,

the though t of fi ndi ng her way through

that mult i tude made her heart b eat
frightfully .

Pre s ently the cart stopped and the ,

driver made as if to wake her rappi ng ,

w i th h is stick o n o ne of the w h eels .

!
Where are we ? asked Marjorie .

”
We are here rejoi ned the man an d
, ,

he po i nted to w h ere the gaunt gray

towers of the C at h edral rose aga i nst the
star lit heav ens
-
.

O h thank y o u than k you for bri ng

, , ,

”
i ng me so near cr i ed Marjo rIe her heart
,

leapi ng for the sudden joy I hav e no .

 Litt l e Ma rjorie s Love Story
-
. 107

money b ut I will pray to the blessed

,

and h e r~grat e fu l
'

sai nt s for you ; I

-

tears fell fast .

The carter mov e d off quickly clearing ,

his throat the while but he looked back

!

once to se e Marjorie s little figure losing

itself i n the crowd .

Sh e drew near the steps of the ol d

Cathedral The portals were not yet
.

opened but Sh e could se e the soft red

,

lights falling from its gothic wi ndows

against the dark gray walls It could not .

be far from mi dn ight Crowds of people

.

were there already push i ng forwar d and

,

eager to be the first to enter No one .

but Marjori e seemed to know what a

bitter n ight it was The people she saw
.

were wrapped i n soft rich cloaks and ,

came with light steps and happy faces ,

 Little Ma rjorie Lo ve Story
’
1 08 s -
.

for it w as C hri stmas E ve Marjori e won

.

dered if She would fi nd a place i n the

great Cathedral — a little place where
, ,

Sh e might h i de herself an d still se e

Gerald when he sang !
 C HAPT E R VI .

w as not long before the doors

were opened and the aisles
,

filled rapidly with worship

p e rs. M ar jo ri e l o o k e d i n
wistfully Twice Sh e crossed
.

the threshold of the great

door and came back with
,

her courage all gone But .

at last Sh e took heart and braved herself

,

with the thought that Gerald too woul d

be there soon ; and that thought drove
away all her fears And then were not
.
,

even the great churches open to all to —

—
the rich an d poor o n Christmas E ve ?
1 10 L itt l e M a rjorie s L o ve Story
-
.

Sh e went i n and knelt beneath a picture

,

of the bles s ed Christ holdi ng a tender lamb

i n h is arms ; an d as sh e raised her eyes
to the di v ine face sh e felt that surely
,

H e would help an d comfort her .

The high altar was all aglow with

burn ing candles and the flowers and the
,

i ncense m i ngled together i n a holy fra

g ra n ce O
. n the left was the Shri ne of
the Blessed Virgi n an d s trai ght i n front of
,

where Marjor i e knelt was the creat e

where t he Infant Jesus lay on a rude bed
of straw surrounded by so man ydazzli ng
,

lights that the little marble figure seemed

warmed by them i nto life and color .

Marjori e covered her face with her

hands and prayed out of the earnestness
,

of her soul a long wordless prayer — a ,

prayer of thank s gi v i ng that Sh e was here

at last i n th i s h av en of rest an d peace .
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-
.

Su ddenly the tones of an orga n broke i n

upon the sacred stillness and swayed their
,

melody out into the world of worshippers .

The H igh Mass began The white ro b ed

.
-

choir took up the K yrie E leison and a ,

m ighty chorus of angel v oices swelled to

the vaulted roof of the ancient Cathedral .

Softly sweetly mystically a Si ngle voice

, , ,

rose high an d clear above the others It .

soared an d soared li ke some happy winged

thing ; it sailed forth i nto the quivering
air with flu t e like strength and sweet
-

ness beyond the realms of earthly music

,

till the great chorus with the s oun d of

its hundred voices died away to a murmur
that seemed only to blend its harmony
to the magic of that one pure strai n It .

was a young voice ; a v oice that thrilled

the souls of men as a sudden burst of
light from heaven might ; a voice rich
 Little M a rjorie Love Story
’
-
s .

and full as a woman s and as sweet as

’

a seraph s song .

A m i st rose before Marjorie s eyes her

’

head swam her breath forsook her and

, ,

sh e lay with her head resti ng

on the little stool before her .

No one saw her ; no one knew

that sh e had fai nted When .

sh e reco v ered her conscious

ness the Mass was nearly done ;
but there before her was that
sam e radiant Vision — a fai r
, ,

proud bei n g arrayed i n a robe

of dazzling whiteness an d look
,

i ng to her bewildered eyes l i ke some

celestial creature .There was no is m
take ; it was Gerald her own dear Gerald
,
.

He stood there Si nging alone ! Agnus !

De i qui tollis peccata mund i

,

An d the same Silvery notes ran g out

 Little Ma rjorie s L ove Story
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. 1 1 3

upon the air risi ng and falli n g i n l i qu i d

,

cadence and filli ng the great v ast with

,

it s marv ellous sweet melody .

O nly a boy with a face li ke an angel

,

and a v oice pleading for the si ns of

the world — a v oice laden with i nfin ite
,

sadness and lo v e ; an d yet his own

heart as cold an d compass ionless as the
chill mantle that cove red the earth
without .
‘

Ah me ! that a gift li ke this should

have strayed i nto a human erri ng soul !
that a thi ng so heav enly as musi c Should
be fettered to weak a n d Si nn i ng mor
tality ! An d yet there are many such ,

many whose hearts are the temples of this

great and glorious gift and yet where it
,

must needs dwell side by S ide with all

that is unfeeling an d unholy It i s the .

strangest and sadde t of mysteries !

s
1 14 L itt l e Ma rjorie s L ove Story
- .

The people sat utterly spellbound till

’
the v ery last note had died from Gerald s
lips For a full m i nute the great church
.

was steeped i n breathless Silence It .

seemed as if ti me stood still an d all ,

forgot to worsh i p i n the wonder that fol

lowed When the benedi ction was sai d
.

and the crowd had passed out of the

long aisles an d the white robed c h o ris
,
-

ters had disappeared i n the sacri sty Little ,

Marjori e wa s stil l knee l in g with her eyes

fixed o n the spot where Gerald had stood ,

seei ng not h ing but that beloved face ,

hearin g nothi ng bu t the echo of hi s

musi c i n her heart A moment later
.

some on e was putti n g out th e lights i n

the Cathedral an d the world was grow
,

i ng dark agai n for her Sh e rose an d

went out i nto the cold n ight to wait
for hi m Sh e would watch on the church
.
!
EE IN G N O THIN G
S B UT T HAT RF I n V I-n
‘

F AP F u c Ab l m
n
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’
-
s . 1 1 7

steps till he came b y an d then she would

,

go to hi m and call him by name an d he

would know her Weak and trembli ng
.

sh e stood behi nd one of the gray stone

pillars while the cruel wi n d b lew and

,

the thoughtless multitude passed on tak ,

ing no heed of the miserable l ittle figure .

Sh e waited a long time till sh e was nearly

fainting with the dread that sh e m ight
hav e m issed Gerald i n the crowd and
perhaps lost h im when a number of gay
, ,

light hearted boys came trooping out

-

at the old churchyard gate They were .

singi ng and cheering noisily an d Gerald s ,

name was caught up an d carried loudly

from mouth to mouth They came .

nearer and nearer till i n the last rosy

, ,

stream of light that fell from the Cathe

dral wi ndows Marjori e caught sight of
,

her brother s fai r head toweri ng abo v e

all the others .
1 1 8 L itt le M a rjorie s Love S tory
-
.

Sh e
stepped forward breathlessly and ,

her heart began to beat v ery wildly All .

her Strength wa s leav i n g her Sh e tried .

to call h im but her v oi ce was gone

, .

Would he go by without seei ng her ?

Sh e descen ded to the v ery la s t step ; some
one brushed rudely by an d turned round
to look at her an d then called out jeer
,

in gly A beggar ! Away with the beg

,

gars on Chr i stm a s Ev e !

They al l went by her with the cry but ,

— —
t h e last the tallest of the lad s s topped
an d lean ed o v er her as he passed Mar .

Jor i e paled beneath the Sight of those blue

eye s Sh e put out her trembli n g hand
. .

!
Gerald ! Gerald ! Sh e wh ispered .

Gera l d s eye s rested upon her but a

Si ngle m omen t — on e cruelly short m o
ment wh i l e h i s heart s tood s till ; an d then
,

he turned them away those han dsome ,

 Littl e Ma rjorie Love Story
’

s - 1 1
.
9

heaven born eye s turned them away

- —

from her forever H e drew up h is proud

.

youn g head an d a strange wondering

, ,

sm ile played about hi s feature s — and

the next i nstant he was gone cryin g ,

with the rest A beggar ! Away with

the beggars ! H e had don e better to
plunge a dagger into Little Marjorie s
’

heart .

Sh e crept back an d hi d herself like

some wounded thi ng Sh e lai d her little .

head on the gray stone There was .

noth in g left to her but loneliness and

misery Gerald had seen her and known
.
,

her and forsaken her Sh e had waited

, .

these long years sh e had walked that

,

weary way only to be with h im an d he

, ,

had turned away from her i n Shame .

Sh e sank upon the hard cold stones so ,

weary so hopeless so broken hearted !

, ,
-
 Littk Ma rjorie L ove S to ry
’
1 20 -
s .

An d there was not a human ha n d to

comfort her .

But the angels above whose lo v ing m i s,

si o n it i s to care for the fors aken had ,

pity on her when mortals would not .

I n thei r arms tenderly lo v i ngly they

, , ,

bore her pure wh ite soul heav enward ,

and Li ttle Marjori e whose l i fe had know n

,

n o joy wakened at last am i d t h e glor i e s

,

of an eternal Christmas morn .

A h beautifu l beautiful wak i ng ! B l essed

, ,

recompense that comes s oo n or late to

those who suffer ! Le t us not weep for
Little Marjori e as sh e l ies there beneath
the arch of the gray Cathedra l and the
cold bright stars Shed their li ght upon
h er peaceful face ; the m emory of h er
earthly lo v e i s dead an d all her earthly
,

sorrows are done .

 Little M a rjorie
’

s L ove Story -
.

That n ight Gerald found no rest H is .

dreams were haunted b y that tender

i mage and it s look of yearn i ng love .

When the morn i ng came and the sun ,

rose o v er the white world an d sweet ,

sonorous bells rang out the gladness of

—
the Christmas ti de it brought no joy to
,

h im. The cruel look an d words that

had broken Little Marjori e s spirit were
’

eati ng their way i nto h i s own heart .

E arly he walked out toward the Cathe

dral led by a strange longing to se e the
,

place where She had b een perhaps to fin d

,

her there waiti n g for hi m still ; for b eg

gars often Slept at the doors of the house
of God when they could find n o other
shelter i n the great city H e would go
.

to her an d comfort her he would take

,

her to hi m and ask to be forgiven for ,

Marjorie had always been willing and

 Litt le Ma rj orie Love S tory
’
-
122 s .

glad t o forgive hi m ; and i n the bit

t e rn e ss of h i s repentance he was already

gi v ing her a l l that Sh e had so needed ,

unbidden .

But what he foun d when he reache d

t he steps of the Cat h e ral was the aged
sexton kneeli ng bes i de a little figure lyi ng
lifeless at the foot of the gray pillar H e .

saw a little face not more pale i n death

than it had been i n l ife but from wh o se,

features every trace of s o rrow h ad v an O

ish e d . H e s aw the face of Little Marjor i e

as it had al ways been to h i m full of ,

sweetness and gentleness wit h the patient ,

sm ile u pon it that had been h i s only re

buke — a face that i n it s glorified repo s e
,

sai d only
It i s too late !
Gerald ne v er grew out of the memory
of that early c hildhood so strangely ,
 Littl e Ma rjorie s Lov e S tory-

isolated an d yet so b lesse d with

love for him , that sweet com
p a n io n sh ip where Sh e had given
and he had taken her all Life .

held great th ings for him for ,

fortun e looks not always to

those who d eserve her gifts ;
but it n ever agai n b lesse d him
with a l o v e like this When .

Marjorie s eyes were clo s ed to

’

him the sweetest hope of h is

,

life was dead — the hope o f

,

aton ing s ometime for the so r

row he ha d brought to her
unselfish heart The mem
.

ory of her tender love

clung to him
through a l l
the hours
of h is great
 L ittle M a rjorie Love S tory
’

1 24 -
s .

n ess ; an d when the dreams of h i s world ly

amb i tion were fulfille d an d th e rewar d
,

of h i s great gift came to h i m at last ,

he knew and he knew truly that no

, ,

recompense had been sweeter and no

gift m ore preci o u s t h an the lo v e of
Little Marjorie .

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t h s pag s an ar n s t al l t t h high r l if a s um mns fi
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l arn d an d l ! u nt man T h r
e e e omany t h i ngs w is ly an d w ll
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said in t his c l l t i n f s says — Li i g Ch h Ch i g

.

o ec o o e v n u rc ca o.

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o by

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. CO .
, PU B L I SHE R S ,

C WA A H A OR . B S VE . AN D M ADI N SO ST .
, C HI A G C O .
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A RO MANCE O F I NDI AN O REGO N .

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t i ns f l l pr t i l p urp s s r al d s ri pt ns T h l g nds
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has b s t w d a gr a t d al f s t udy t h su b j t s h w uld illus

t r t I t is v ry in t r s t ng r ading fl u n t ly wri tt n T m
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C WA A H A O R B S VE . AN D M ADI N SO ST C H I AG C O .
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my w ll a tt ra t r ad rs h w u ld b r p ll d by a v lum f
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gr a t r pr t nsi ns d mr f rm l s t yle E v n t h li ttl m

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a ca ex o on c e no e e e e o e

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e or .

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no e or e o a re ec o e

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kn ws b t litt l
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u an i us t k n w m r
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e ec au t h r i s w r t hy f all c mm n da t i n ,
our o o o o e o

i n kn win g jus t wha t i n l ude i n his t al ks A ar fu l ly

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m
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co e e all o e o , oo e o e

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e nt bce k — Li i g Ch
e h Ch i g oo . v n u rc ,
ca o .

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e x ce e e e ,
o u o e

th e m s t r nt kn w l dg
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i ng t y — E p o ou B fi l . x r e ss, u a o.

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, PU B LI SHE R S ,

C WA A H A OR B S YE AND M ADI N SO ST .
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l mnt ry hist ry f Fr n th t m
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p r d with
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it — L Ch h
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n oo n , Sp i fi l d (M ! r ng e a ss

ir b ly
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e e c o e a oo a a a

id i ty f
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ns i nti us study C H gf (C ! t,
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p r ssi n
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an d h t e o e e e o . e a t on , e or .

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pt o fp r ie e , by

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, S S,
CO R. WA A H A B S VE . A N D M A D I N S C HI AG SO T .
, C O .
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this b k
Of h b st in E nglish Lit r tur whi h h t

lr dy b n d l r d O f h high st v lu b y h t sti mny f

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just b n rd r d f L nd n h h mOf E nglish Lit r
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as e e o e e or o o , t e o e e

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I f m n ds th t h l v ult i v t d within h im
v e n ng a a n x r e ss , or

f b ks b t

su h g mf b k D B l dwin s ught d h w rk
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instru t h m ind h s mti mth t
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th y nsw r h t st d h r d r h g s r fully thr ugh

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l v th mmr wis ly
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mr int ll i g ntly mr dis ri m i n tingly d with mr p r fit
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o e e e , o e c a , an o e o

to his s ul — Lit o wn o . e ra ry or , os o n .

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o by

A . C M . CC L U RG CO .
, P U BL I H ER S S,

CO R . WA A H B S AVE . A ND M ADI N SO ST .
, C HI AG C O
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mng th s E nglish rit rs h h v vindi t d f this ”un

n r. ox e o a o e a e to e e o e

a o o e w e w o a e ca e or co

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c a e an o a o . o e n u e

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e t oo
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, P U BL I H ER S S,

CO R. WA A H B S A VE . AND M ADI N SO ST C HI A G C O
 THE SURGEO NS STO RIES
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b in hist ry n d h
w v n t g th r in s kil f ul d ttr t i v mnn r th t h r d r
o . e co e o an o a ce . an t e t w o a re

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o e o e e so an a ac e a a e a t e e a e

o f one o e a e a e e as ea a e

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