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188 HarbuSt ingston (West-end.)
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S Rock Bottom Prices.


Chemical lbaall
66, King Street.


I want to tell you about my Gro.cery
Store, My Prices, and
My Methods.
To begin with, my store is located at No. 89
Orange Street, of which there is no Iore
central district.
I have a large number of customers who
keep my goods constantly moving.
This means that.nothing sticks in my store.
Goods are never allowed to grow stale.,
I import largely and sell quickly.
You should, therefore, buy where you can
get fresh goods all the time, and every time.
Price is always a consideration with thrifty
housewives, and so I give the best for the
smallest possible price.
My vans deliver family orders at your door.
Can I serve you ?


89 Orange Street.



I handle the purest and best Gro-
ceris and Foodstuffs.
I want my Goods td become your
r* Goods, and my Store to become your
When this want is realized, I shall
feel sure of seeing you or hearing
from you very often.
Then you will bring your friends to
my Store and we shall derive a mu-
tual profit.
Our joint success depends on your
efforts and mine.
It cannot fail if we try to please
each other.
I keep every requisite for the table,
and I want to supply your table.
--:0: -

20 North Parade, Kingston.



Jamaica by Jamaicans.

I. Becka's Buckra Baby

II. Maroon Medicine

III. Marguerite:
X. Story of t6e earthquake

128, Harbour Street.


(Corner Laws Street) KINGSTON P.O.
We keep a Full Stock of Musical Merchandise,
including PIANOS (Carol Otto; Cable.)
ORGANS (Mason & Hamlin; Putnam.).
Stringed Instruments (Guitars, Violins, 'Cellos, etc.)

Strings (Fresh and Good) for all Stringed Instruments.

(A) That an Untuned Piano spoils your children's musical

(B) That we keep a certificated English Tuner, a man who
thoroughly knows the ins and outs of his profession.
Strings (Fresh and Good) for all Stringed Instruments.
(A) That an Untuned Piano spoils your children's musical
(B) That we keep a certificated English Tuner, a man who
thoroughly knows the ins and outs of his profession.
(C) That your Piano should be tuned at least four times
each year.
LOUIS WINKLER & CO., 58 Duke St. (Corner Laws St.)


Preface- For because," read became.
Page 59-For "bred and born," read born and bred.
Page 66-For alright," read all right.
Page 66 (line 31) -For "were," read was.


7 Story of tbe Eartb6quake.



3amatca :
128 Harbour Street, Kingston.

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To My Dear Friend



"In the Golden Hour of Friendship."


T has been my intention from the first to state that
if I am indebted to any previous work for the central
idea of my story, such obligation should be ascribed
to the Wilhelm-Mariana studies in Goethe's "Wilhelp"
Meister's Apprenticeship, which I read some two years
ago, and with ,which every one is familiar. As it is quite
probable that the recollection of that story, together with
the woes I saw with these sad eyne" on January 14th
and after, because quite unconsciously the germ of the
present story, I think it only fair to mention it here. I
trust, nevertheless, that it is not necessary for me to insist
upon any claim to the average degree of originality; for
if this short story does not bear any trace of independent
work, that is a defect which no preface-be it never so
eloquent or argumentative-is likely to remove.

W. A. C


A Story of the Earthquake.
.. ------o------

S- I.
"Stay With Me Marguerite, Still."

W HEN George came in he found a letter on
WF his table from Marguerite.
I am feeling very much worse
.and hate had to send for the Doctor. Try and
come to see me as soon as you can.

Yours affectionately,

"Arthur, I will be out for a while, don't
keep dinner waiting.on me" he said and made
all haste to Marguerite's, home.

S Adjusting his glasses, he positively avoided.
seeing her mother whom e met right t the
door, and addressing hghself to her sister
asked if he might see Margy. .

-- "

10 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

"Certainly, Mr. Hodlin, Margy is awfully
ill; we all thought she was going to die last
night, oh, such hot fever I Come this way
please," said Miss'Dorrit.
George never expected to find her. as ill as
she was.
"Margy," he said, "what have you been doing
with,yourself, dear; you must not get sick
like this now. Why, you were to have gone
out with me to-morrow night, don't you re-
member ?" She smiled a wan smile in reply
but was too weak even to raise -her hand. -
George asked for some ice, and rubbing his
hands ,Jell with it, began passing them
gently er her forehead and face.
Oh, how different this is to using an ice-
bag, George; it is so refreshing," she said.
"Good Heavens what is this?" George
said to himself, Margy is really very ill; I
never felt such hot fever before; I do wish
the Doctor would hurry up and come to see
For several months George had been keep-
ing his affection for Marguerite in check, and
had -been persuading himself that it was a
case of "very good friends." His sense of
humour was too strong to admit of his enter-
taining thoughts of marriage on 100 per
annum, and he knew that if he married
against his father's ideas of "equality," his
allowance of 60 was gone. But'the sight of
Margy's pale helpless face caused the tide of
his pent-up affection to surge up; and now he

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. II

saw -the girl so near to death he realized,
perhaps for the first time, how much he really
loved her. 'As he chafed her forehead with
.a woman's gentleness he prayed his prayer
that God should spare her life, .and vowed his
vow in silence.
He stooped and kissed-her. "Margy, keep
a stout heart little girlie, the Doctor will
soon be here now, it is near 2 o'clock. You
must not go and get sick like this, for don't you
know I can't spare you ?" There was a tremor
in his voice as he said the last few words.
Margy recognized it too, for she had never
heard it before.

"Miss Dorrit," he said to her sis, you
must look after Margy; I never thought she
was so ill; when the Doctor comes you must
tell him everything; it won't do for her to get
sick now."
"Thank you very much for coming, Mr.
Hodlin; Margy is better to what she was -last
night.' Well, good bye, you must come again
soon.'. .Dorrit was young in years, but suffi-
." ciently wise to see that George's presence had
Done Margy more good than all their atten-
SGeorge was unusually quiet as he dressed
-for Church that Sunday night. Margy's pale
face haunted him, and he felt that the love
he had scarce admitted to himself had over-
flowed his soul, and that the old game of an
unfailing friend" -was up for good. Margy
on her part really loved George; she saw in


12 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

him a purer, more unselfish and thoughtful
man than those her mother had encouraged
her to associate with. She had once even
encouraged Margy to be friendly to a Corporal,
of His Majesty's Army,-one who dropped his
h's and sung in the choir of a Non-Conformist
Church on Sunday nights-, because he was a
white man. Some how, Margy's mother disliked
George as heartily as he did her. Indeed there
was something provoking in the way he spoke .
to her, and adjusted his glasses and said quite
so." It was his method of showing his dislike
of any one, and irritating it certainly was.

__ cf


Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

George had first met Margbuerite at White-
ley's store in Harbour Streef, where he made
most of his purchases. An acquaintance be-
gun across the counter had. developed into a
friendship; and discussion at tea-time at
Whiteley's ran high against Margy.
"My dear child, Mr. Hodlin was here to-
day you know," Miss Brown would observe.
Margy is very much mistaken if,she thinks
he is going to marry her. If .he did not get
married last year when he was in England, it
Js-not likely he is going to marry such as her.
in fact I can't understand these girls, my
- :George had called for Margy and taken her
oromefrom work once or twice; but finding
That this rather looked like a coachman court-
ing the servant-maid, he gave it up and asked
her to go for drives with him occasionally.
He would talk to her of England and America,
and show her his beautiful photographs taken
.while there; once he did ask her if she would.
like to go to those places, and (so J am gtld)
added, with me" to the question. Margy had
blushed and being a brunette with pretty eyes
and long eye-lashes, had looked quite charm-
ing: but George reme bered his salary On
one or two occasion: Margy had sought
George's opinion on little matters. She had
,taken his advice, and' professed the success of
it to be perfect.

14 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.
George never let the opportunity pass to do
for her some little good service; if he made
Jher a present it was not done vulgarly; if he
took her for a row or drive, she knew and felt
herself to be in the care of a gentleman. He
saw her nearly every day, and there gradually
,grew to exist between them an indefinable yet
-very certain tie. In his own mind, however,
the idea of marriage was not allowed to enter;
iher society was a pleasure to him which he
,saw no harm in enjoying. Perhaps he almost
viewed the life of a married man as something
strange, if not altogether ridiculous.
As the friendship grew, George learnt that
Margy's father had left Jamaica when she was
quite 'a girl, and that she had been to
work since she was eighteen. Herself and an.
aunt who worked at Robinson's had to support-
her mother, two sisters and a little nephevt;-.,
whose father was dead. This little fellow and
one sister were being sent to school, and so
their joint salary of about 100 a year was
taxed to the. utmost.
George truly admired and respected Margy,
but knew that his honest old dad had views of
his own concerning the girl he was to marry;
Sand having no desire to ruffle him, never
mentioned Margy's name to him. "What's
the use" he would say to himself "there'll be
a bit of a. row and fuss. I like Margy; she's
a real good little woman; I take,a great inter-
est in her and I believe she appreciates my'
friendship but- "
Thus argued the head above the heart, but
that latter organ is not always to be argued

Marguerite r. A Story of the Earthquake.

On several occasions George had invited
Margy to hear Father D. preach. In spite of her
dread" of the Roman Catholic Church, Margy
-used to go, and George would smile a sweet
smile of -recognition when he saw her; but. it
must be said to his discredit that if his father
Sand family were with him, he used only to
take off his hat to her outside and explain to
the "old man's" question that she "was a
young lady at Whiteley's store."
-George's visits to Margy's home were very
::;few, fcr as we have seen, he disliked her old
*mother most heartily. She saw in George
Hodlin only a "conceited young man with a
lot of education and nonsense" and only Ioo
a year salary; while George recognized her
Stobe the vulgar-minded old creature she was
.*:and so kept clear of her. Nevertheless the
friendship grew, and it was rumoured among
the women from Whiteley's even unto Smith's,
that Margy was bent on "catching" Mr.
Hodlin of the- Department.
But my dear child you don't know any-
thing" said Miss Brown. "You know that
chap from Grenada, who has been coming
: here for the past few weeks; people say he is
--very rich but- of course I don't know, but
I see him talking to her quite sweet of late;
wonder if George knows anything of that."
:- "I bet you Itell him when he comes in our
store" said Miss Pert of Smith's.

16 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

George happened to drop in at, Smith's to
buy some trifle he could not get at'Whiteley's.
"Good evening Mr. Hodlin" said Miss Pert:
"I say Mr. Hodlin, I see a very- rich chap
from Grenada, one Herr Tietz, is quite sweet
on our friend Margy, so Miss Brown tells me.
My dear sir, he won't have any one to attend
to hiin but her, and then there are little tete-a-
tetes and so on, you know." George took it
for granted that it was quite natural that this
chap should like Margy to attend to him, and
perhaps did not care to admit to himself-that
he did feel a bit queer at Miss Pert's little
piece of information. He blushed a little and
only replied, Is that so ? Wish her luck if he
is well off." Miss Pert gave him a most know-
ing look.
Tut Mr. Hodlin, don't tell me that now."
George forgot all about Miss Pert's "rich
man from Grenada" and went to see Margy
that very evening. She seemed so cheerful
and happy when he came in; and after a few
minutes he suggested that they should go for
a moonlight walk.
"You do look nice in that hat Margy, come
and let me see if I can put it on."
Margy smiled,-that is to say she pressed her
lips together and there was a twinkle in her
eye,-and dropped both her hands to her side.
George then proceeded to fix that hat accord-
ing to his ideas of art. Of course I am subject
to correction, but I am given to understand

Marguerite- A Story of thz Earthquake. 17

that the,old lady being outside and the piazza
not lighted, George was awarded a kiss for
his skill; and there being no time limit, and it"
being I believe almost his first, it was a long
Thus George loved Marguerite, but fearing
the wrath of his sire, knew not himself how
much he loved her until such time as she lay
grievously sick of a fever. If he had been
guilty of a foolish or false pride before, or of
dilettantism of any sort; he was now resolved
That, should God spare her dear life, he would
*marry Margy sometime next year. He planned
plans whereby he would be able to send her
to Boston, during the summer, to his friends
Mr. and Mrs. A. H. of Cambridge, and he
would follow a couple months after. He
already pictured to his mind Washington
Street as it is near Canton and the Church of
the Holy Cross, and Margy dressed in white
saying "I will" in answer to Father J's ques-
-The thought made him rather careless over
his week's work.


S o'
I8' Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

A. *

.Te Doctor called to see Margy and pro-
nounced'her case to be one of typhoid fever.
The lifting of his eyebrows when he looked at
the thermometer shewed that it was serious,
although he did not say much. He left strict
instructions and directions and said he would
call early next morning.

The young student of German even took to
. reading a "Family Doctor" and studied the.
subject of "fevers" inost assiduously. He
learned enough to be able to warn Margy's
sister against the too early use of beef tea or
any stimulant. Margy progressed slowly but
surely under Dr. R's treatment, and George's
visits too were observed to be of a decidedly
remedial effect. For an hour or so every even-
ing he would read and talk to. her, and
although she was too weak for him to tell her
of certain feelings somewhere between his
heart and throat, it must not be supposed that
Margy did not know all about them. Some-
times he would send her into a sweet sleep by
gently stroking her hair, then he would kiss
her so softly, and go home feeling as satisfied.
with himself as if he were a priest who had
assisted some soul on its journey to its

Going down to work one morning an idea
came to George; it was so simple, so luminous
that he could not help wondering how it was

Marguerite: A Story of t" 9
; he had not thought pf;4it b fo He. woul
just telegraph Mrs, L.pf M ea t lig -
her to'send a conveyance. t ra and* -
Shave lodgings prepared for a young h4y, he
S would buy half a dozen bottles of theb~.t re-
commended tonics Crosswell's'had';and in a
few days time Margy would be sent off for a
f fw. weeks change in the St. Ann Mountains.
He told Margy of it so delicately, and pointed
out that, for his sake, she must go andmbine
back to him looking rosy and like her dear
little self. Of course, there was no use arguing..
George was surprised at his own powers of
anticipating and clearing up difficulties and
-objections. He went home and prepared .
against- her departure, a letter containing
advice as to exercise and diet, a treatise on-
fresh air and chills, an enthusiastic account of
Moneague, where 'the hills are round us add
-the breezes go o'er the sunlit fields," and sun-
dry matters appertaining to her health and
love in general.
The receipt for the amount paid in advance
was duly received, and Margy set off by the
7.30 a.m. train for Ewarton. George sent
.down a bearer with a box containing French
wines, Hypophosphites and other tonics, also
a twenty-five-page letter. Margy never real-
ized how disagreeable travelling by rail was
as she did that day when the crowded train
prevented her reading George's letter before
Seven Spanish Town was reached.
Now that Margy had gone George began to
feel very lonely. It was in vain Arthur tried
to engage him in conversation on the situa-

20 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

tion in India," and George never even quoted
Goethe once for several evenings. On Sunday -
night before going to bed he had been read-
ing, forthe twentieth time at least, "Vanity
Fair." He fell asleep thinking much of
Marguerite, and dreamed a dream that disturb-
ed his peace of mind not a little. Next morn-
ing before going to work he wrote Margy by
morning train:-

Monday Morning.
My precious little darling,
Since writing you last evening
at about two o'clock, I have been feeling so
sad and out of sorts that I could not keep my
promise to send you a precis of Fr. D's sermon.
I do hope my unnamed sadness is not, (as
Mr. Verity explains Antonio's "sadness"), a
case of "coming events cast their shadows
before." How silly of me, but you must be
patient with me. Before going to bed last
night I was reading "Vanity Fair" ("that
horrid book as you call it.) I fell asleep and
had a most wretched dream; I dreamed that
some how I had met old Thackeray himself
and that he was talking to me quite confiden-
"So I see you too are very much in love with,
one Miss Margierite he said.
"Who told you sir" ? I asked, anxious of
course to hear what he had to say.
"Who tells me anything, my boy "-he're-
plied, smiling and looking me steadily in the
face with his dreamy far-off eyes.

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 21

Think you" he went on, his face growing
more serious, that your Marguerite's love will
always be the same ? Don't you know that one
Hundred a year cannot insure any woman's
love and affection; and as soon as any trouble
or misfortune comes along she will forget you
and lookout for some one better off. You are
Stood, young to believe all you hear and read
About i novels of love for love's sake." I felt
hurt and angry, and told him I believed your
love would never fail me, and I was surprised
that he, of all men, should so speak. He said
S he did not mean to be unkind but he knew
that I should suffer much when the time came
;for me to be disillusioned.
SMargy dearest, I know it is only a dream and
you must forgive me for telling you of it; but
tell me darling nothing in this world could
ever make you go before God's Altar and His
Priest and swear to love honour and cherish
-anyone but your own dearest George. We
-I:'have known each other so long that you must
Snow all my faults and failings and impossi-
Sbilities, but nothing will make you love me less
'. Now ... there .. don't be angry;
to-night you must come to me in my dreams.
S. :-" "And part my hair and kiss my brow
And say: my love why sufer'st thou "?
George then proceeded to remind Margy of
what the Doctor said about getting all the
- fresh air she could, and that she tfiust not for-
get to take the Hypophosphites before going'
Sto bed every night, and so on. He haunted
;; the'Post Office on Wednesday waiting for
Margy's reply.

22 Margucritc: A Story of the Earthquake.

"When I read your letter," she wrote, "would
you believe me George it made me cry, not
tears of anger, but when you feel overwhelm-
ed don't you know the tears you shed?"
Margy was not long in associating Miss Pert
with the cause of George's unnamed sadness'.
" I don't know why these women wont leave
innocent people alone, George must have gone
to Smith's, and she has been telling him a
heap of lies about Mr. Tietz the diamond mer-
chant. This rnan is worth a million in his
personalty-alone, what could he want with me
I should like to know." So thought Marguerite
to herself, but determined not to let George.
know for a moment that she suspected Miss
Pert. She only told him of how kind the
people were to her and how delightfully cold
it was, that her cheeks were beginning to get
rosy, and that she weighed four pounds more
than she did a few weeks ago.

"I could never," she went on. "love any.
other but you. You are the first I have ever
loved and you know it. When true love has
once been planted it can never be rooted up. I
know it is so in my case; no power in this
world could ever make me love you less and
you know it George." In her own simple way
she assured him that the man, be he never so
rich, was not in existence who could tear her
love away from him.

"Amen" said George kissing the letter.
Thus did Margy protest strongly against the
things spoken of her by dear departed

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthqiuake:

Margy returned to Kingston in January but
being still weak, George would not hear of her
going back to work; and so made her take
.',. another month's leave. -She felt rather dis-
Sappointed that he did not spend the evening
Switch her on the day she returned, instead of
going to Mrs. 's ball; where we are given
to understand by the indefatigable reporter of
the "Gatherer," a large number of the elite
of Kingston and St. Andrew was present."
On Monday morning-January fourteenth-
George had called to see Margy on some pre-
text or other, before going to work. He gave
her many a last kiss which never was the
the last," and telling her to take care of her-
self, had strolled down to his Office with an
extra pleased countenance. At about twenty-
five minutes past three, his chief had called
him to show Sir -(one of the dis-
tinguished visitors "who came out on the
Kingston "), some pet system he was always
S--airing to strangers,-after first informing them
-of his distant relationship to Sir the
famous Birmingham manufacturer-.George
had brought the necessary books, and the
official had commenced a dissertation on the
several advantages of this method of his.
|. "'Tick"! The clock struck the hour :-half
.past three:-the faithful minute-hand was
Slowly moving on, . Oh God! what is
t T'

24 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

A terrific report, like.a sudden clap of thun-
der you hear when the sun shines bright and
hides the lightning; a great noise as of
cannon discharged continuously; a sudden
blow under your feet; then the earth began to
rock, and a yellow dust darkened the sky; and
men saw gape open before them the chasm of
death and feared lest, at the next moment,
they might be hurled in.

"My God! this is San Francisco over again,"
George muttered, as he grasped the arm of a
brother clerk.

"Your mother and father? Marguerite ?"
The question flashed into his soul; by a
tremendous effort of mind he staved it back.
Is the earth going to cave asunder and King-
ston perish like Port Royal ?" George thought
to himself, as the second shock followed on ,,
the first. Wrenching itself from the grasp of .*'
the upper floor which it supported, a massive
wall reared and flung itself down a few feet
from where George was standing. He could.
hear the crash, but could scarce see an inch in
front of him.

Springing through the nearest window, he
alighted a few inches from the mangled form
of a man in the throes of his last agony.
When George gained Harbour Street, an
almost death-like stillness met him. There
were the ruins; and men and women lay be-
neath them! Should he remain and render .ity
,assistance he could ?

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 25
Your mother I Marguerite I Swifter, more
-distinct than at first flashed the thought into

The Empire" Restaui-ant on Har-
bour Street, and the Chemists' stores in
King Street had already caught fire. What
was he to do ? Stop, and see if he could save
a single life before the flames could claim it ?
An unutterable sense of his own uselessness
crushed, almost awed him; he was not a sur-
geon, and he could not even dress a wound,
but he might .. The sight of one un-
fortunate, who to escape the fire, had broken
his own arm, put an end to his uncertainty.
What if his own mother, if Marguerite lay

The thought was not allowed to complete
itself. In ten minutes time, George had reach-
..ed Margy's home. He saw her mother stand-
ing at the gate.

"Margy's safe," she shouted to him as she
saw him coming up the Street. George could
Shave kissed the old woman a kiss of gratitude
for her thoughtfulness. He dashed into the
room where largy was lying in a half-faint-
ing condition. She recognized him and flung
'herself into his arms.

S "Thank God, thank God" he muttered, as
Sthe tears, (such tears as we shed once a life-
time) came to his eyes and choked him.
Margy, I must be going to mother's" he
tried to say.
o-I /Lv

26, Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

"You'll come back,' vontyou. darling" ?
"Of course" he replied and rushed to the
"Have you seen anything of Aunt R."
cried out Margy's mother to him.
No, but I'll be back in a few minutes he
As soon as George reached the foot of the
street where he lived, he could see that his
home was destroyed. What thoughts filled
his heart, and the hearts of thousands of sons
and brothers and husbands, when they caught
the first sight of their ruined homes, and knew
not if mother, sister, wife were alive to meet,
them i
Let us throw the veil over George and his
family whom he found, by the mercies of
God, alive and praying for him.


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The woes I 'saw with these, sad eyne."
It was near five o'clock before George could
return to Margy. He was met by her sister
and nephew; the poor children were in a flood
of tears, having seen or heard nothing of
their aunt. George, of course, offered to go
down town and make all inquiry.

After spending a few minutes alone
with Margy he set out on a search. -Ap-
proach to, Robinson's store was simply a
matter of utter impossibility. All Harbour
Street from King to Church Streets was in
flames. The delicate fabrics of the drygoods
stores, and the inflamable stuffs at the
ironmongeries had caught fire, and over eight
acres of buildings were already burning.
'George enquired of a few persons he met if
they could say whathas become of Robinson's
clerks. No one could give him any definite
information; but the opinion was generally
expressed that they had all escaped before the
fire had swept over the store. The best thing to
do was to go to the hospital; she might have
got injured, and have been taken there. Fol-
lowing in the track of a cart, laden with the
dying and wounded, George reached the hos-
pital at dusk. The air was heavy with the
smell of fresh drawn blood; the ground was
strewn with mangled bodies; a man half

28 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

roasted alive met George's gaze as he entered.
There was no time to enquire or ask questions;
he must get to work to examine the features of
a couple hundred persons before he could con-
scientiously say that he had searched for
Margy's aunt. At the end of a two-hour
search he was compelled to give up. Fresh
arrivals of the injured came pouring in, and
yet no trace of the poor woman could be
found. *George returned to Margy's, and tell-
ing her of his fruitless endeavour, said he
would make an attempt to go on board the
" Port Kingston where hundreds had sought
refuge for the night.

The "Kingston had however been forced
to put out into the stream, having caught fire
some three times; and as a boat could not be
had at any price, George had to postpone that
search until next morning.

On his. way he met Mr. H. of the Rifle
Corps and two of his little party of stout-
hearted young fellows, who asked him to give
a hand in removing some bodies from a ruin in
Narrow Lane. When he returned, after a
couple hours' work, he heard that Margy
and her family had left their home to
take refuge at a friend's place where there
was much open space. He hastened down
and found them under a tree,-Margy shiver-
ing with fever and ague.

"George, you won't leave us to-night will
you? I don't know what I'll do without you.
Mother has almost lost her head, and if we

Marguerite : A Story of the Earthquake.

have any more shocks I don't ,iow how I'll
stand it.". George made no reply, but careful-
ly wrapped Margy in his warm overcoat, sat
down beside her and dreiher close to him.
."Do you feel warmer now dearest?" he
asked You must try to goito sleep;-there-
make yourself comfortable."' He took off his
coat and spreading it on the bench, put her in
a comfortable position, and began chafing her
hands as he had done a couple months before.
She fell into a light sleep, ad as he looked at
her pale thin face, it filledijtm with inexpres-
sible feelings of love and longing and anxiety:
what if this exposure to the night air and this
awful trying tax on her nerves should bring
on a serious relapse. He decided not to leave
her a moment, but to remain by her the whole
night to see that she should not get chilled at
any rate. Another shock and the prayers and
shouts.of th e fear-strickeh thousands awoke
Margy fromnaer light sleep. George remem-
.bered that he had left his mother about six
hours ago, and that she must be very anxious
for him.
Margy he said I want just to run round
and see if my folks are all right. I have not
seen them 1ince four o'clock. I wont be
"Oh Geirge, do make haste and come back;
-you'll stay with me to-night, wont young "
George rushed home'to his mother and ex-
plained that he had been trying to get some
information about some one fAhwas missing:
"We who are alive, stand *whout even a

30 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthituake.
scratch, surly owe it as a duty to do all we
can for the suffering and anxious ones, mother,
so if you are all safe I must be going down
town again," he said, and set off for Margy's.
Shall we say that George, in spite of his
anxiety and losses, felt almost happy on that
night of the fourteenth of January ? His
heart overflowed with thankfulness that all his
family were safe; and the thought that his
own Margy was alive, and needed his care
and attention more than anything else, filled
hinm with a secret" joy and exultation. Was
he not going to sit by her all that night, and
show her how very dearly he loved her ? How
the words rang in his ears-" George stay with
The day was not far off when he should
recall those words, and the memory of them
should be very bitter !

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 31

SThe presence. of a man who did not pray
aloud-when the earth trembled, but who spoke
words of" assurance without bravado, had a
wonderful effect on the women including even
Margy's mother, (and it was some time before
she referred to him as "that Mister-George

That awful night woreslowly on,; Nature
Seemed so innocent, so unconscious of the
terrible work she had done; the .wondrous
stars, strong and serene, came out and sang
their evening hymn, while yet the roar could
be heard in the Park of the fire, as it tore over
the business section of Kingston, and devoured
warehouse, store and wharf.

George kept the cold night air from chilling
Margy, and before dawn took herback to her
home. Although not very badly damaged, it
was not to be expected that they could remain
'in it; so it was decided that they should re-
move, as soon as possible, to the house of a
. friend who lived out of the city. George
Made a fire, and they prepared coffee in the
yard. A strange glow filled his heart as he
took that cup of coffee from Margy, and corn-
'menced packing her things. He felt that she
was now his very own; he.was sure his friends
in America,would secure him a good position
there, and Margy would be his wife in a few
.months'.time. By day-break George set out

32 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.
to look for Margy's aunt for whom he had
searched without success the eening before.
From seven o'clock till eleveM enquired on
board the Port Kingston sIiearched the
hospitals some three times for her. All en-
quiry was in vain. Robinson's store was a
mass of ruins; the fire had taken what the
earthquake had left, and no one had seen or
heard anything of her. George had to go and
tell Margy and her family the sad news that
their aunt was dead, and that no trace could
even be found of her body.
God rest her soul I
It was a severe trial to the young man, but
he stood the ordeal well; and broke the awful
news with a sympathy and manly tenderness
that made them all cling to him as to a brother.
By about five o'clock the removal from King-
ston had been effected. At four George had
been requisitioned for special duty, and it was
not until near eleven that, he saw Marguerite
again. It was a long walk from King Street
to where she was stopping on, the Old
Hope Road; but how holy those duties
and that two mile walk seemed to him. On
his way up he met Father H. and a Salvation
Army Captain, who had spent all day at the
hospital. He found Margy slightly feverish,
and distressed and disgusted at the loud con-
versation, mingled occasionally with the still
louder prayers, that was going on.
Oh how golden was the silence that followed
,on George's arrival! He had of course made
up his mind to sit up and watch by her; but
fatigue completely overpowered him, and in a

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

few minutes he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Margy looked a jis worn-out face as it lay in
her lap, and -a ird the young mar for his
purity, his urisefi'i sympathetic heart; and
loved him for himself. It was near four in
the morning before he woke, feeling a bit
ashamed of himself, but refreshed for the
duties of the day.
George had to start work down town before
seven in the morning, and worked without
break till near six in the evenings. But never
had arduous and trying duties seemed so light
so holy to him; he only thought of the hour
when he would see Margy, and so did the
work of two men without a murmur. A lone-
ly walk of more than four miles through the
dark streets of Kingston followed each day's
toil: his own thoughts of the future, and the
fantastic forms of the trees he passed near
midnight on his way home, his only compan-


34 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.


eni, Vidi, Vici."

Now, the securing of a tent in those days,
was a matter that would tax the skill of a
party-politician and the guile of a third-form
school boy.

"I say, Arthur, I want a tent; how do you
advise to set about it ?" George asked one
morning. Arthur smiled through half-closed
eyes, as a brilliant plan for relieving the
Kingston General Commissioners of a tent
ccme to his head.

Leave it to me, my son; I'll enter the camp
of the Philistines and spoil'em in less than
five minutes."

At ten next morning, on his way to the
Victoria Market in a 'bus, Arthur was informed
by his garrulous' busman that the tents were
being distributed indiscriminately since the
previous day; Arthur realized that this would
make the task all the more difficult. In a few
minutes they reached the corner of King and
Harbour Streets; and to say that both Arthur
and even the popular Kingston "Sam Weller"
were surprised at the crowd which surged
from the water-front even uuto Harbour
Street, was putting it'mildly. The nearer he

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 35

got to his goal, the less Arthur's chance of-
, getting a tent.that morning seemed. "Josiah"
began to clank his bell and to exhort the
.multitude to make room for him, in language
that was constantly changing to suit the
tastes of the individuals addressed. Now it "
was Hi, hi, mek way, niek way;" then as
some pugnacious member of the crowd object-
ed to his peremptory order, he would hurl at
him observations such as you wutless, big-
tree naygur, where is you manners ? mek way
fe a gemman," or shut up cockchicken, does
your modder.know you are hout ?"
Some one shouted "Backra, fe you tent
finish, dem yah a fe black naygur; you can't
get none yah."
A well-known Commercial College in Lon-
don advertises that perseverance means suc-
cess." "Josiah" had never been to College;
but much experience in the art of slipping the
policeman at the Railway Station, and taking
up an unlawful position in the line of waiting
'busses, together with an almost daily practice
during the Tourist Season in persuading
American visitors to Kingston that the cab
fares of this city differ little from those in
vogue in New York, had taught him the value
of perseverance. Arrived at last at one of
the gates, Arthur sought admittance from the
burly porter.
"You can't come in,sah," he returned sharply.
"D--it, man, rubbish I must get in at
once" Arthur replied, slipping a shilling into
the hand of the guardian of Relief Stores.

36 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.
"Pass on, sah" said that functionary, who
took care to explain to the crowd that dat
backra hav fe do wid de place." Cerberus
passed, Arthur, stalking up to a small moun-
tain of closely packed tents, approached a
lad who was in attendance.
Here's a shilling for you boy, I want a tent;
quick about it please, I am in a hurry."
"Yes, sir" the boy replied saluting, "I am
your man sir; what kind of a tent would you
like ? A Marquee., or a Bell or a Wall tent?
Oh, a good tent."
"All right sir, here's a good pole, and
everything you need; will this one suit you
sir ?"
,"Yes," Arthur replied slowly, with the air
of a man who accepts an inferior article,
which a persuasive druggist's' clerk assures
him is as good as, or better than the one asked
"Pitch it over the rail lad" was Arthur's
order to the boy, when he came out by the
Temple Lane gate.
The boy obeyed, and before the astonished
crowd could grasp the meaning of Arthur's
manoeuvre, he was driving up Temple Laue
with a choice Wall Tent.
Lawd me God, lookoo yah; weh dis backra
get tent a go; and we dey yah from soon a
martin ?" shouted a man who had been waiting

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 37
at almost the same spot for about three hours.
A cry of indignation was raised, and one or
two of the more exasperated and bold sug-
gested that they should pursue the "backra-
man" and spoil him of his prize. His whole
journey through the crowd was made lively
by vehement curses, and at one stage he was
told some interesting information concerning
his ancestors that he had never heard before.
But "Josiah" was good for several ordinary
citizens on foot, he they never so swift or
Arthur handed over the tent to George who
erected it for Marguerite the same evening.

^ .

38 'Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

"-can aught beguile
Love's watchful eye?--"
During the next few weeks, things gradually
improved, and Margy got well and strong
enough to go for walks and drives with
George; and they loved each other with an
exceeding great love. The events of the past
few months had shown Margy that beneath
the smooth surface of George's calm even
supercilious smile, flowed the deep strong
current of a pure soul, and a heart tender,
true, unfailing. He had opened the great
Book of Life, and had mastered the first few
lessons well; like the school-boy does his
first four propositions of Euclid.
It chanced that as George was going home
on the evening of the fourteenth- February,
old Scott (a distant relative of Margy's mother),
a sort of retired shop-keeper who still did a
little business," hailed him from his shop in
the Parade.
Hodlin, come here a moment."
George started at the old fellow's voice,
and felt half inclined to pretend not to hear
him; but Mr. Scott repeated the call, and
George entered the shop.
"I say Hodlin, going up to Miss Margy's
to-night ? Got a letter here for her from one

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 39

of those Islands to my care, but I don't know
when I'll ever get up so far. Will you take
it for me ?"
George could not tell. why so simple a re-
quest should cause his hands to shake so, and
the blood to rush to his head; but ere he saw
the envelope, blistered with Grenada stamps,
some "swift mysterious instinct" had toldhim
in that fated moment froni whom it came. I
believe he said "yes," took the letter, and
rushed, out of the shop.

Now the writer of that letter was a man
large as to size and this world's goods,
one' who believed in the existence of a
God .whose business it was to'see to it
that his affairs prospered, and that none
of his bargains were unsuccessful. The
letter dripped with the splendour of his
wealth and extravagance of expression; com-
mencing with four or five lines of endearing
terms, it ended with the asstirance that he
would be in Jamaica in a few week's time,
and fixed a date as the probable time of
his marriage with his adored Marguerite."
On the flap of the envelope was printed:
General Merchants,
British West Indies.
George had heard that name once before!
He enclosed it in a covering letter to Margy,
telling her that Mr. Scott had asked him to
hand it to her, but as he was unable to do so,

40 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.
and as he felt sure she was very anxious to
receive it,/he sent it by bearer.

Now it came to pass that in the year One
thousand nine hundred and six and in the
fourth month of the year, there. journeyed
from the Isle of Grenada a certain rich man,
-Otto Tietz by name.-This gentleman, the
junior partner of the firm of Wilhelm Tietz &
Co. was a German by birth, but had received
his education in England before -settling in
our sister colony. He was a rather handsome,
healthy-looking man, of generous? and
affectionate disposition, most thordogh in his
business, and impulsive in his loves.' While
in England he had shewn promise dibeing the
champion boxer of his college, but now that
this blue-eyed son of the Fatherland had set-
tled down to business, he might have served
as an ideal model for the artist desirous of re-
presenting "Peace" and "Commerce."
Although Tietz & Co. were by no means
"diamond merchants," nor was Otto worth a
million in his personalty alone," these honest
merchants, (who sold coffee for the matter of
that) conducted a large and very successful
business. Otto had combined business with
pleasure in his trip to Jamaica and, of course,
had seen Marguerite at Whiteley's, to which
respectable business-house he" had letters of
introduction. From such time forth as he
shewed Margy some attention," her mother
had wished George Hodlin out of this world
into a next,-preferably in that one where the
souls of the naughty are supposed to roast

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 41

and fry.-Itwas not however until the day
before he left Jamaica that Otto expressed a
desire to lay his heart and worldly goods at
Margy's feet. A cable summoned him to New
York, and ere definite arrangements were
made, Herr Otto Tietz sailed for the Land of
the Free" on the Royal Mail steamer. A cor-
respondence followed in which he told her of
his undying love (which he sometimes likened
unto the fruitful vines and fig trees of Canaan
of old); and to these letters did Margy make
answer under her mother's surveillance.
Ift must not then be supposed that; with her
'mother on the one hand, and a very proper
desire to exchange a life of worry -and work,
for one4f every luxury and comfort on the
other; Margy did not reply favourably to the
epistles of her ever devoted Otto." But Otto
was several thousand miles away, and George
Hodlin she saw almost daily, and was learn-
ing to love more and more, in spite of the
considerations aforesaid.

42 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

I Wailed Not, So Of Stone Grew I Within."

George was not long in learning, from
sources reliable or otherwise, all about
Margy's relationships with Otto. After two
days had passed, he received the following
note from Margy:-

Many thanks for your letter of the
fourteenth. God knows, if I do marry this
man from Grenada what will cause me to do
it. I love you and will ever love you; it will be
no happiness to me; and I do hope the
Almighty will have mercy on my soul. I can
stand anything, but not the way you wrote me
last Thursday. You are better off than I, as
in a few weeks from this, (if you have not
found her yet), you will love some one just as
dearly as you said you loved me; but she will
never love you more than I do. God bless
you is all I ask. I know my life seems
wrecked, but God knows the reason. May I
ask you to call for your books and overcoat ?

Your affectionate,

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George had not calculated on a reply such
as this I He felt that the supreme moment had
come: he would go and see her once more,
and learn the truth from her own lips. Ac-
cordingly he stopped at a barber's, and had a
close shave; (he was afraid to shave himself
that evening) and put on his evening dress,
intending to call for his "books and over-
coat" before going to dine at Constant Spring
He met Margy with a cold cynical smile.
All trace of gentleness had disappeared from
the slightly mocking voice in which he
habitually spoke.

"Can it be ihat he does not care ?" Margy
thought to.herself as George went on speak-
ing to her in a drawl, in which suppressed
emotion and bitter satire sfrove for the
"Passing the Synagogue this evening, I
heard them chanting in Hebrew;" he remarked,
as he was about leaving, "I could not help
thinking how well adapted your voice is for
singing in that language: I suppose I need
hardly ask if you intend to 'trample the
Cross'". George seemed of opinion that
Otto was a Jew.

He made the Sign of the Cross, as he uttered
the last three revolting words. Margy only
replied that Mr. Tietz was a Christian; the
bitter question stung her to the quick. George
saw the effect of his words; although he might
not avow it, he was still possessed of a ray of

44 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.
hope; nor could he for the moment help a
feeling of satisfaction at the thought, that she
too might have to suffer in the days to come.
"Well good night, I must be at the Hotel
by eight."
What would he not have given, as he shook
Margy's hand at the gate, (she followed-him
to the gate) to take her head in his two hands,
and kiss hdr on the lips and eyes as he had
done a week ago. It was not without a pang
of regret and even shame, that Margy too re-
called that moment she had given Otto his
first kiss, his first look of love and tenderness.
There was a cold emptiness at the pit of
George's stomach; his, knees and hands
trembled, as he walked on to meet his car;
and he experienced a faint desire to sit under,
instead of in it. Next day he received, the
following letter from Margy:-
I am trying to write you to-day
but I am feeling awfully ill, and sad and sick
at heart. As I have told you, Mr. T.: has
promised to do a lot for us all, and he has
even bought a house in the country. As you
know dearest, we both, aunt R. and I, had to
support our people; since R's death, it now
stands that I alone must do it. You, I know,
are willing, as before, to do all that lies in
your power; but that is for me darling. If I even
go back to work, my salary can certainly do
for me; but what of the others? I can't do
better than bow to the Inevitable. May God
forgive me for it all. I will not annoy your

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 45

ears by telling you how much I do love. you.
God knows! It would not be like this if R.
were alive, but He does all things well, and
He knows all. You say I am heartless and
that I am only playing with your love. Ah,
George II have not had an easy time of it from
my childhood up, and I have had heaps of
crying on me lately. Perhaps my time on
earth will soon be ended. I don't know how
'it will all end, but rest assured, my own
dearest George, that through all the changing
scenes of life I'll love you still the same: nothing
will ever change my love for you, and if I am
to 'marry Mr. Tietz, I'll always come to see
you some where or somehow; how could I
exist without seeing that dear sweet face of
yours ? 'He holds thy hands, He claspeth
mine,' so trust Him to direct our paths. What-
ever He does we must-submit to, but I want
you to believe this, that I still love you dearly,
and will ever hold your memory dear.
I'll keep your photo in my nearest reach
and give it a sweet kiss very often. Oh,
Geore, I cbuld never, never love you less, or
feel too proud to speak to you.; and who is to
tell wht is in the future for us? You may
yet call me your 'dear little wifey' eh,
"Well, I am d--- d," said George to him-
self. Too proud to speak to me if she marries
a confounded German pedlar; because he has
a buggy, I suppose !" Even a man desper-
ately in love may be permitted' to' have a
lingering, sense of humour, and this was'
really too much for George.

46 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

"Can Vows- -Allay
A Frantic Lover's Smart "?

George, although he did not absent himself
from work, was observed, to be in very bad
health, even by the clerk next him who would
have had to perform his duties had he gone
on leave. One day the huge figure of Father
M. was seen rolling up the steps of the Office.

"Good morning, George; hav'nt seen you
for some time; how are you ?"

"Not too well, Father," George replied.

"George is gone bad, Father," remarked
young Scott; "he's going on as bad as a man
in love, sir."

"Oh, I say boys you must not allow that."
Now Father M. was much beloved among,
young men, because of his great bulk and
overflowing wit, and the clerks of the Office
were determined not to let him go before
giving them at least one joke.

"Let's see, to-day's Tuesday; come up to
the college and dine with us on Thursdays
George," said Father M.

*> 1'. .

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 47
'"Quite *right, sir, keep him out of harm's
way," put in young Scott.
"Ah, talking of George in love; ever heard'
what' happened to Adolphus? Well, Adol-
phus Morgan fell in love with Moriah Moran
and 'with a whoop and a yelp he cleared the
stoop before her father's bogan.' You know,
I call that real art; Adolphus fell in love with
Moriah, and the next thing we are told is 'he
cleared the stoop' before the old man's boots.
Well, good bye, take care of George, boys."
So saying the huge priest ran down the steps.

News does not travel slower in Kingston
than in most other places where women live;
so Margy soon heard that George was unwell,
and that Father M. had even called on him at
his work. Two days after the priest's visit
George received the following from Margy:-
"When I heard you were ill, my greatest
wish was to go and see your dear face and
remain with you for even an hour or two.
Let's hope dearest that the day is not far dis-
tant when we will be together all the time.
You said when last I saw you, that the Lord
had 'made women different to men; I can
assure you that if I am brought to marry this
man I'll ever think of you and only you.
Should my life be spared twenty years hence
I will still lOve you even as I do now. You are
very much mistaken, if you think the girl who
has to forsake the love of her life does not
suffer as keen sorrow as the man who forsakes
his first love and marries another girl. I
,thought of you the whole time to-day, and I

48 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthqnake.
do hope you will be quite well soon; take
care of a cold, and don't fret yourself until you
actually see me Frau Otto Tietz. Mother has
just got a letter from him enclosing fifty
pounds, and saying he expects to be in Jamaica
in about three weeks' time."

The misfortunes attendant on unsatisfied
love have been all pretty well told, from the
story of Dido, to Tolstoi's "Anna." Now,
had George's head continued to rule his heart,
he might have realized that it was best to
regard Margy as lost, and henceforth to seek
distraction in his work and studies. "The
web of Fate was woven so," and every
attemlSt to escape the inevitable was sure to
cause pain and keen sorrow and anguish of
Nevertheless George boarded an upgoing
East Street car on the following Saturday
night. The cool night air invigorated him,
and the chatter of the querulous market-
women distracted,-almost pleased,-him. He
felt as though he must call a truce; he must
see Margy once more as of old, just as if
nothing whatever had happened. He turned
over the leaves of his memory and began
reading some of the pleasantest records there.
There were several misprints he would like
corrected, especially at the beginning; but the
reading on the whole was very pleasurable,
for he had not yet reached toward the end.
Lost in his own thoughts, he walked slowly
up the road. No sooner had Margy seen him
than she advanced to meet him; George
quickened his pace and came very near pick-

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake 49
ing her up and kissing her one long kiss,
instead of shaking her hand. Margy's half-
smile seemed as sweet as ever; she hid her
real feelings under a false cheerfulness which
deceived, for a time at any rate, George's criti-
cal faculties. The hours passed quickly by,
and George even missed his last car. If we
would know how their time was spent we
must read the letter he received from Margy
two days after.
"I spent a sweet day, and last night I slept
the sleep of the just and good. I felt so very
happy while you were here and so loth to
part with you; but I trust the day is not far
off when we'll have no occasion to part or go
from one another. I hope to God, dearie, that
after all these years of friendship, nothing
will ever come between to part us. How could
I love another as I do you ? I could never be-
stow all the affection I have. already given
you upon any one else. It would be no use to be .
Sin a lovely house with cushioned chairs, etc.,
and not be happy. I would be like a bird in
a golden cage. I have been wrong, dearest,
in all I have done; but if we get married you
would not have cause to be jealous of me, as
I-would not look at any one else in the shape
of a man with my eyes-(these eyes you so
much want to hide). If all goes well, (and I
earnestly pray to God that it may), how
happily we ought to live together, especially,
when I was cn the verge of being snatched
from my dearly beloved. Oh, dearest, you
cannot,-no not even in dreams,-love me
more than I do you. I am longing to see your
dear face again, although it was only Saturday


50 Marguerite: A Story of the.Earthquake.
that I had that pleasure. Can I ever forget'
the happy, happy time we had together. I
am praying to God to interfere on our behalf.
He cannot fail us you know, even if earthly
ones do. My intuitive powers, however,'tell
me I'll be your wife. Oh how happy that
thought alone makes me What of the real-
ity ?"
George replied to this last note of Margy's
less formally than he had written her since
February fourteenth. He pointed out to her
that, if she were willing to work for about
four months more, their joint salaries would
be quite sufficient. At the end of that time
he would leave for Boston, and as soon as all
arrangements were made, he would send for
her. He reminded her of his dream and of
her reply' to it, and closed with a passionate
appeal to her to be true to him, to herself, and
to the promises of love and faithfulness she
Shad made in God's name. Perhaps .Margy
thought that some of these plans might work
less well in America than they did on George's
note paper; perhaps too, that feeling which
had doubtless prompted her to write the words
which caused George to say that he was what
he was not, that is d- d; together with two
.other of those sins we pray to be delivered
from in the Book of Common Prayer; were at
work in her head. Who knows but that she
already pictured herself ordering the coach-
man to drive her to Whiteley's new King
Street store with fifty pounds in her purse to
buy her dresses ? Be her inmost thoughts and
calculations what they may, this is the letter
she wrote George next day:-

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 51

"I have read your last letter. You were a
bit stiff, I think, but I have forgiven you that,
sweetheart; I have offended you so many times
and look how good and gentle you have
always been to me I I love you from the
bottom of ,my heart and will ever. Do you
think I could love any one more than I do you;
or if I marry any one else he would ever get
the love and affection I have given you? I
,suppose they would have to get what they are
entitled .to, but such love and affection as I
have given and long to give you,-never I .Oh,
my darling, I earnestly pray God'to help us
both to be united; just think of the bliss if
we both get married, it would be one continual
dream of happiness; all little misunderstand-
ings over, only love to cheer our hearts. I feel
as if I cannot be parted from you for long. I
want you to believe me, and not to think it is
only a matter.of pen and ink., Now, dearest, be
good till we meet again, and let me see that
dear sweet smile of yours once more."

But Margy never saw that dear sweet
smile" again. Otto arrived earlier than was
expected. He set to work to fix things in
order with his usual business thoroughness,
and in a few weeks' time, Marguerite was duly
made the lawful wife of Herr OttoTietz, by
one of His Majesty's Marriage Officers at
their country residence in the Santa Cruz

52 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.


"A God, a God Their Severance Ruled."

Like as When a vivid flash of lightning re-
veals to the night traveller, on a dark moun-
tain road, almost every detail of the country
he is crossing; reveals all and then plunges all
into deeper darkness again: even so did
the notice in the "Gatherer" of Margy's
marriage make George realize the position he.
had occupied for the past few weeks; and
then plunged him into the uncertainty as to
what wa.-now in store for him. Within the
last few'months he had learned to love
Margy oto a degree he had not thought
possible for his'disposition; and now that he
had lost her, the bitter thought that she -had
been playing a game of base deception for
so many months, completely overwhelmed
him. He was astonished at, and perhaps
sorry for, his own physical strength and
powers of endurance; for. although in very
poor health, he experienced no general break-

George never thought for a moment that 'his
life and conduct, since he could think and act
for himself, was other than pleasing to his
God; but if we turn to his carelessly-kept diary,
we shall now see what was going on in this
young man's mind; so far as he, or any man

Marguerite: A'Story of the Farthquake. 53

is aware of his own thoughts. An old philo-
sopher says, that the soul being transported
and discomposed, turns its violence upon
itself, if not supplied with something to
oppose it," and it would seem that George
never forgave himself for yielding to the fear
of his father's and friends' disapproval or
ridicule; and that the remembrance of his own
dilettantism was ever before him. Returning
from Benediction on Sunday night he made
the following entry in his diary:

"St. Joseph's Day.
"Thoughts pure in themselves and actions
true and well-intentioned, may be made more
than worthless if mixed with a selfish pride or
vanity. 'The Lord is a just and terrible God
with a very strong sense of humour;' says Mr.
Kipling; and He punishes us in proportion to
our inmost consciousness of wrong or pride. In
His anger he may relent; but in His humour,
there's a sting
Will pierce thee to the quick and trouble thee.'
'Lead Thou me on' Oh God, for the' night is
dark and I am far from home.'"

Then follow a prayer to St. Joseph, and,
under different dates, several random entries
such as these:

"' On trouve au fond de tout le vide, et le
neat' ".

"' The Cross is an integral portion of love.'
,Fr. D."

54 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.
"Work, work, work: for continuous occupa-
tion alone can stem the tide of thoughts and
recollections pleasant in themselves, (seeing
that the things they recall are pure) but which
must not be encouraged for my own honour's
sake and for the sake of her whom I love.

Alas 'Vain is the effort to forget.' "
S" Easter Day.
"I was not always what I was on the nights
I prayed for, and no doubt helped to save her
life. God saw all the good there was in that,
and has amply rewarded me; but He saw also
the vanity, and is now punishing me for those
strayings from the path of' whatsoever things
are nobly serious.' It sometimes seems as if,
by concentrated study, and by despising the
things of the past, I may live in a sort of
region of ice: but,-from out of the darkness
comes a face I once kissed and prayed for; on
my forehead I feel the warmth of a kiss :-the
ice thaws and-"
"'Quand donc, quand done, celera-t-il ?'"

"Is notthis discipline to teach me to be.
charitable and unselfish ? My motives may not
always have been as pure as I thought them
to be; and every step I have taken away from
the path of sincerity must be retraced, though
my feet be bruised and bleed on climbing
again the mountain-side it is so easy to
descend. I wish all vain regrettings wiped
out, all struggle over in my mind;' no strife to
heal, no fears to beat away'; but is peace

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 55

_good for me? 'I struggle toward the light',
but while yet the night is dark, lead kindly
"Trinity Sunday.
"My life has been one of pleasant ways,
bordered by flowers, and filled with selfish, if
pure, joys. After all, this great disappoint-
ment and sorrow may be sent to show me that
the sovereign grace of life is .resignation to
the will of that Divine Providence which
shapes all our ends, not for our own self-satis-
faction or peace, but for the glory of the
Eternal, for rendering us plastic clay in His
Hands. Pride rules my heart; 'Pride calls to
me to resent in anger and rebellion my lot;
Reason, however, shews me that these things
may be well for me; but neither Reason nor
Pride can avail my soul. By Thy Divine
Guidance and Light, teach me to learn to
grasp the true Christian PhilQsophy-' he that
loseth his life shall gain it.' "

Here follow Newman's Pilgrim Hymn, and'
'this entry made on his twenty-fourth birth-
day :-
"24th Birthday,
Whit Sunday.
"By the mystery of Thy Holy Life and
Death, by Thy glorious Resurrection and
Ascension, and by the coming of the Holy
Ghost; I beseech Thee, keep thou my feet in
this step I am about to take; and send me, the
while, sweet and wholesome thoughts ,to

56 Marguerite : A Story of the Earthquake.

nourish and refresh my soul; for Ohl I am
very weary !'"
Thus George soliloquised, and occasionally
noted down what he believed to be his
own thoughts and feelings concerning him-

Let us now, however, pass over several
months, and go with him, at Arthur's press-
ing invitation. to a King's House Ball.

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.The music had ceased and Arthur, happy
arnd flushed with his last waltz, came up to
George. They -wandered to the end of the
room, and taking up an unconspicuous
position,'began to watch the- gay well-
dressed throng' of men and women, bent
on enjoying themselves, being admired, or
impressing the world at large with their
own importance. George fell to observing
the faces of a few, whose gaiety he knew
would fade with the night, and to whom the
sunshine of the next day meant a sharp en-
counter with their ever-present problem of'the
ways, and means of playing the game of the
"Half-Way-Tree set."

At a King's House Ball, there are to be
found quite a variety of types; from the digni-
fied Officer Commanding the Troops to the'
youngster,.who spends his ten pounds a month
on dress, cigars, cocktails, and week-end
excursions to Gordon Town; and who is pick-
ing up a West-end accent. He gets his entree
through his father, who is a Government
Official with four or five gushing daughters,
yet to marry.

There is a tacit understanding among
mammas that to go to King's House increases
a girl's chances of making a good match; but
there are not a few of the young ladies them-
selves who are beginning to doubt this axiom,

58 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.
after attending a few seasons under the same
surname, and looking their very best too.
"There goes the 'Baron,'" said Arthur,
nudging George, as his glance rested on the
satisfying figure of a medium height gentle-
man, in faultless evening dress. He was
walking across the room, head erect, chest
well expanded, a picture of solemn dignity.
"I thought so," said Arthur, as the "Baron"
reached a little group made up of a lately-
arrived West India Regiment Colonel and his
lady, a military doctor and a.judge of the
Supreme Court. Making a low obeisance, he
gushed in his carefully cultivated basso pro-
fundo: "How dye do, Colonel, and you
-madame; glad to see you out, doctor, and you
too, Sir F." Before the usual platitudes of such
a meeting had been exchanged, the healer of
bodies and the corrector of straying con-
sciences, having no special desire to listen to
the Baron's" never-failing flow of talk on
literature and art, sauntered away, ruthlessly
leaving the Colonel and his wife forhis prey.
They were within ear-shot of where George
and Arthur were standing. The "Baron" was
persuading the lady to assist at an entertain-
ment he 'was organizing in aid of "local
charities." He was taking special pains to
assure her that it was to be a "distinctly high-
class affair;" every thing was to be high-class;
the music, the songs, and of course those who
were to take part. She could have every
confidence, because the whole matter was in
his hands and that of a few personal friends.
Her consent obtained, he at once 'started,

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 59
without the slightest .encouragement, what
would seem to be a learned* dissertation on
" Art in Jamaica." The Colonel and his wife,
who were really cultured people, were not
given a chance to venture a remark; the
Baron" kept "pounding" away in such
emphatic language that the Colonel, being a
man of action, thought it would be a wise
move to retreat, and so cut him short with an
excuse in the midst of a six-syllable word; and
rescuing his better half with his arm, sought
repose on one of the lawn's and in a cigar.
The "Baron" was left in possession bf the
field, feeling a bit disappointed that he had
lost the opportunity of disseminating all the
knowledge he had absorbed in his previous
Night's reading.
"Did you see that ?" said Arthur, nudging
"I have been watching the encounter from
a position of vantage George replied.

"The silly beggar 1-he never knows when
he is snubbed." Arthur returned and burst
out laughing. The Baron was a gentleman
bred and born in Kingston, but he signed his
name-Karl von Reuter. On account how-
ever of his insistence that he was the sole
remaining descendant of the house of "Reuter,"
and therefore entitled to the title, he was
referred to, in and out of Kingston, as the
Here comes Sir Francis," George remarked,
when, of a sudden, the shrill notes of what

60 Marguerite; A Story of the Earthquake.

seemed to be a laugh filled the air. Both
young men looked in the direction of the
strange noise, expecting no doubt to come
face to face with one of Artemus Ward's
hyenas on, vacation leave; but they only be-
held the diminutive. figure of Mr. Julius
Arcamedes Montgomery. This' gentleman
was born in "that great country of English
people on the other side of the Atlantic," and
had secured his present lofty position in
Jamaica chiefly through the influence of the
mighty. For many years he had pursued the
policy of being rude to any one not anr
Englishman, or a Government official with at
least 600 a year. But times are changed now,
and Julius Arcamedes too is a somewhat
altered man. .It was an anxious moment for
George when he saw the distance between His
Excellency and Mr. Montgomery growing less
and less; for he recalled the occasion when
that gentleman had sprung some inches off a
chair and described an arc of over 200 degrees,
on the entry, at a public meeting, of a late
Governor. The suspense was awful as. the
young men wondered what new gymnastic
feat a sudden meeting with Sir Francis miglit
give rise to. But the, joke which a high
Church dignitary was imparting to him was
too good to allow of divided attention; so
George's anxiety for the worthy little gentle-
man was set at rest.


Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 6r

"I have had the pleasure of meeting you
before, Mr. Hodlin; I heard you lecture'at the
Institute once," said His Excellency. George
flushed 'crimson, and Arthur thought that it
was His Excellency's compliment that brought
the blood to his cheek. But it was not. About
ten yards from where George stood, was
Marguerite, hanging lovingly on Otto's arm,
while he smiled proudly and contentedly on
every one, as he stroked his ambrosial beard.

"My God, how lovely she does look," George,
'thought to himself, as he saw the tall graceful
figure -of the girl I Indeed Margy looked as
sweet and happy as any girl in that room;
for, like as a tree planted by the water side
grows and sends forth blossom and is comely
to behold, *even so had Marguerite, with a
good-natured husband and every other mate-
rial comfort, developed into as charming and
lovely a little woman as you could wish for.

"What's wrong, George?" asked Arthur.
"You, look as pale as death, and why I old
chap, your hands are as cold as ice; what's
wrong ?"
"I feel awfully ill; I would like to get home at
once, "he replied. Arthur saw George in a'bus,
and returned toclaim the next waltz with Miss
Hattwell and-but." that's another story."

62 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake-.
As George was slowly undressing in his
room, Carlo, his pet, threw the door open, and
entered joyously wagging what of a tail he
Dorglums" he said "us have seen a ghost
to-night" Carlo smiled affably. "Yes, and
God knows it hurts more than I thought" he
added, wearily throwing himself down on his
bed. Seeing that his master was not disposed
for polite conversation, Carlo retired to his
virtuous couch under the bed. Poor George
lay awake for hours. For the past few months
he had succeeded in finding distraction in his
work and much hard reading; but the sight of
that face he loved so, those eyes into which he
had so often smiled, the lips he had kissed
and that old half smile, had thawdd the ice of
his thoughts, and left him a prey to a feverish
restlessness. He thought of the night nearly
three years ago when, just returned from his
six months holiday in Europe and AMjerica,
fresh in mind and body, he had lectured the
grave members of the Institute on "Some
English Poets of the Nineteenth Century."
He could almost hear his own clear low voice
saying: "It is Goethe who speaks of the
presentiment of all the Universe which by the
harmonious touch of poetry is awakened and
unfolded in us." The aged chairman had paid
him a fine tribute, and His Excellency had
complimented him especially for his remarks
on Byron and Cardinal Newman, and had
expressed his warm appreciation of the young
lecturer's allusion to Oxford and Oriel .Dr.
Pusey's words came to his mind-" Think
back on the time of thy early prayers, thy

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 63
freshness of mind, and the simplicity "of thy
heart; picture to thyself thy childhood, and
think what thou art now.",
The 'ool night air tempted him to g arid
sit by the window, and the rising nroon offered
her services to carry him in thought wherever
he wished to go. George very 'foolishly
accepted the offer, and soon found himself
once more at Margy's side in his row-boat.
" On such a night as this," he had taken her
out for a row, and as the bewitching light of
the moon and her half-closed dark eyes stole
into his soul, he had recited in her ears the
beautiful lines :
"Raised are the dripping oars,
Silent the boat; the lake,
Lovely and soft as a dream
Swims in the sheen of the moon.
The mountains stand at its head,
Clear in the pure June night;
But the valleys are flooded with haze."
The next moment he was walking with her
on the old Hope Road; and as he drew her
head close to his shoulder, she had sworn by
the self-same moon,-yea and by the God
who created it,-that she had never loved, nor
could ever love, any man but George Hodlin.
She had sealed that oath with a kiss that had
temporarily, interfered with the circulation of
his blood! The very next day it was that
Margy had received the letter from Otto say-
ing when he expected to arrive in Jamaica
and fixing the probable date of their
marriage. Youth does not easily accom-


64 Marguerite: A Story of the Eartlhquake.

modate itself to the via media; so George
thought long and powerfully, trying to find
out whether Marguerite had deceived him out-
right, or whether she too was suffering at
that very moment in her husband's arms even
as he was suffering. This shews that our
young friend did not understand a woman's
mind as much as he thought he did, in spite of
his acquaintance with the works of Goethe.
Carlo's vigorous scratching under the bed
awoke George fiom his humiliating reverie.
The last embers of his self-respect were going
out, and he felt that the time had come for him
to go somewhere, or do something, to recover
himself. Arthur came in at this moment and
made use of language not altogether fit for

"What, the three stars, are you, a sick man,
doing here, sitting up, star-gazing, moon-talk-
ing?" Why the deuce don't you go to sleep ?
My son, remember the words of the proverb
"'Quem Deus vult perdere, prius dementat.'"

George threw himself down and answered
not a word.

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Next morning George found himself at Dr.
Goodnough's dispensary in Hanover Street.
The good doctor greeted him with his usual
kindly smile.
"Well, what can I do for you now?" he
asked. George tried to tell, but found it a
more difficult task than he had anticipated.
The doctor soon set him at his ease however.
"You see, you are really very much run
down; heart's action is a bit weak; what you
want is to avoid all worry or anxiety: a
couple months in Mandeville or the Santa
Cruz Mountains would set you alright"

The mention of the Santa Cruz Mountains
made George wince. The doctor did not fail
to notice it.
Or," he went on, "what would be best, go.
for a few months holiday in America, up in
the Catskills or the Alleghanies, you know."
All right, doctor; give me a certificate to
that effect, and I'll be off by the next Boston
boat."' Dr. Goodnough stated that "Mr.
George Hodlin was under his medical care,
and would require at least three months rest
i and change to recuperate." Now, my boy,"
he said, putting his hand .on George's shoulder,
as he left his consulting room, "don't give
yourself any mental worry; if anything is

66 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquakue.

causing you pain or anxiety, you must try and
forget it all and have a good time in America.
It will soon be alright you know."
Twenty minutes talk with Dr. Goodnough
is worth many dollars of medicine; and
George went down to his work feeling almost
gay. .
"Very lorry, sir, but I am afraid I'll have to
go on three months leave,-Doctor's orders,"
said George to his chief, as he handed him
the medical certificate. The scandilized
official slowly read the paper.
"Of course, you know Mr. Hodlin, we can't
do without your services now" he reminded
George, "If you go on leave, we'll have to
employ someone to do the November accounts,
and that abstract is not yet written up, and--
S"Alright, sir. halfway or anything" inter-
rupted George; "'but I want to leave the
Island on Tuesday next." The leave was
duly granted, and Wednesday's Gatherer
announced that "Mr. George Hodlin of the
-Department sailed on the S. S. 'Admiral
Dewey' yesterday for Boston, where he will
spend the winter for the benefit of his health."
George would have given worlds to know
what impression this notice in the Gatherer"
would make on Marguerite, when she read it;
but, as I could never hope to enter the august
portals of that country-house, and as neither
the maid nor "John" were present when
Herr and- Frau Otto Tietz partook of their
morning paper, I am unable to tell him.

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Coming out of the Parish Church one Sun-
day night, his dimpled-cheek finance on his
arm, young Scott of the- Department (he
who spake to Father M.) met Arthur.,
"I say Arthur, where's George."

"George! why, George is in, Worcester

"What's he doing, working there ?"
"Don't you know George is at Holy Cross
SCollege? he was received there as a junior some
eight months ago; he has yet four years more
to serve before he'll be postedd"

"What !" returned Scott, priested!" The
worthy young gentleman looked at the girl
at his side in astonishment; and she smiled a
dimpled smile, as an engaged young lady
should. The thought of the celibacy of the
Priesthood evidently crossed his. mind and he
wondered how men, presumably sane, took
such vows.

"What do you think of that, dear? George
Hodlin, who used to work at our office is train-
ing for the Priesthood."
"Oh, my, is that so He was such a nice
fellow," she replied.

68 Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake.

After George had served his time as a
junior at Holy Cross, taking high honours in
Latin and German, the Father Superior
wrote the Vicar Apostolic in Jamaica telling
him of the success of the young Jamaican,
and added that if he had many more young
men like Geerge Hodlin in the Island, there
was room for them in Worcester. George, he
said, gave promise to be a true and faithful
servant oftthe Master, and a credit to Holy
Mother Church.

Many years after, Herr Otto Tietz took his
wife and eldest boy with him to America on a
business trip. One fine morning they boarded
a train at Jersey City, on a visit to a friend in
Philadelphia. A few stations were passed,
and at New Brunswick, a medium height hand-
, some young priest, (recently arrived from
Boston to assist at a newly-established mis-
sion), got in. Marguerite looked up; their
eyes met, and she recognized the Reverend
Father George Hodlin. A visible shudder
ran over, her; the, young priest's brow con-
tracted for a moment; he took his seat, opened
his breviary, and began reading..

Young Master Otto was getting tired of the
journey, and had set out to make the acquain-
tance of his fellow-passengers. He had met
with indifferent success so far from the old
fogies, until he commenced an examination of
the priest's cassock and girdle, preparatory to
trying a conversation with him. Father
Hodlin took his eyes off his book and smiled

Marguerite: A Story of the Earthquake. 69

at the little fellow: Marguerite saw that
smile, and saw too that it had lost none of its
Soon little Otto was deep in conversation.
"Yes," said the priest, "You must be a good
boy, and love mother and father."
"And I love you too," he replied.with a nod,
and put his hands on the priest's clean-shaven

"Otto," called out his mother, "Come here."
But Otto did not hear; he was too busy
questioning his new-found acquaintance. His'
father repeated the call.
Your father is calling you,-my dear," said
Father Hodlin. The child looked the priest
in his face, put an arm around his neck and
kissed him. I'll soon come back to you,
hear!" he said, running up to his father.
But,Otto's father prevented him going back,
and the little fellow sobbed himself to sleep
in his mother's arms.

The priest resumed his reading.



Xola -:- Wine.
An oft told tale sometimes loses its inter-
est," but there are some facts relating to our
every-day life which bear a lot of repetition.
One fact is this, that Charley's Kola Wine
scores over all others. You probably think
that Kola Wine must be Kola Wine, and that
any difference in the various makes must be
more imaginary than real. If you think like
that, probably we could never convince you
to the contrary by mere words: but if you try
Charley's Kola Wine you will be able to
form your own opinion. Do not believe us.
Stand by the finding of your own judgment.
Kola Wine is the great natural restorative and
weak men and women need it. All who are
jaded,'worried and depressed, need the great
health-regenerating principle of kola in the
system. You get it to perfection in Charley's
"Bell Brand" and it costs no more than the
inferior sorts.
Do not be put off with others, because they
are NOT just as good."



Your Printed Stationery!

You dress neatly because you want people
to think well of you at the first glance.
The same principle applies to printing.
You must have neat, effective printing if
your correspondence is to create a good im-
When you think of Printing, think of


We have the best job plant in Jamaica; and
we execute a great many more jobs than any
other office in the island, excepting the Gov-
ernment Printing Office.
Let us know what printing you need from
time to time and we,

128, Harbour Street, Kingston,
will tell you what we can do for you.

"Good Morning:





Times ?

WE .know what Pains we take to
Sustain that Record.
8P It is true that our Handsome
Modern Store has been destroyed,
but you can get the same High Quali-
ty, and the same Polite Attention in
our Present Quarters, which are as
Attractive and as Inviting as you can

We exeel in .Millinery

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