Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1863-11-17


ness. The young man walked into the
surf. and throwing himself into the ebb
the Of a retI eating breaker, fought against
tee next, and then-the child on bis back
screaming 10 Northumberland calamity
out from thesshOre. Htldrerh did not stay
to see him return. She rose from her seat
and went fast up the shore, past the break
water to her home.
1t was low, brown house Oh a sandy
roadside marches to be seeo from the
window Of her chamber at the back. The
room was small and rather bare. A table
stood in OLe corner, spread with writing
materials; large pile Of foolscap was al
ready covered by the fne characters of an
exquisite penmanship. The sunshine only
warmed the chamber, but it fell on the
chair before the table, and here Hldreth
sat down. And the romance she wrote
that afternoon was written as wildly as If
she had dipped the pen in her hearts
blood.
There was q deep crimson on her cheek,
and rich light in her brown eyes, when
the sun went down. The story was finish
ed. her weeks WORK was done. and drop,
ping her face upon her folded arms she sat
mOtio1less while the shadows gathered
The heart of excitemsnt 10 her blood COOL
ed slowly, and the terrible desolation born
of twilight and sad heart. which comes to
some lives. gathered over her. Only God
beside knew what a weary dearth life seem
ed to Der that night.
S he bad not beeded the tinkling supper
bell when it ruDg. The room grew dark
and the moon rose high in the cold sky
She was chilly, but she did not mind it -
She was thinking SO intently and SO sad
ly. .. - 49,. IT.
Suddenly there was knock at the
door. She raised her head and listened -
The next moment her little brothers. voice
rang up the steirs: ...
'HilGreth! Hildreth !
She knew who had come. She arose,
her heart beating heavily. She waited a
moment to calm herself and then went dow n
into the ball. The front door was open
and mans figure stood in the moonlight,
just outside the threshold
Good evening. Donald
Il came to say good bye, Hildreth. am
going home to morrow
He searched her face for look be thought
be had seen there once.
viii you come 10 p she said ou,et-
ly. ....
Thank you. no. have not time
Which stage do you takeH
The ten O'Clock. How cold the weather
is getting l did not think should STAY
so late at the Sbore.'
He watched her as be spoke.
1T is late. The hotels are nearly deser-
ted. they say said Hldreth.
VIII you write TO me?'
Write to you? won't promise. l an
prtyerbial for making sorry work of cor
reepondsnce, and If make no promise
shall break none. don't ike to write let.
tiers very well. Shall you be down to tue
shore next summer?
He was piqued.
No.
There was moments silence. Hildrett
was thinking of where she should be-
Donald Fane was sayiGg-1 thought she
loved me-
You will be here next summer, Hildr.
etb?'
'Perhapsso--perbaps not
what do you mean?'
oh. it's impossible 20 answer for 90 dis
tdnt future. Perhaps We may both be
dead by that time.'
Perhaps, as you say. Well, l wou't
keep you here in the cold any longer
GOod-bye!'
'G"od bye. Donald. 1 wish you safe
| journey home
Thank you
They sho k hands. and he pressed be-
hand. cut she did not seem to mind ic. Il,
said good bye again, turned away, ant
she stepped back and closed the door.
She wandered into the room where thu
family we're assembled, and sat down by
the hearth, shivering violently. The rno1
was lighed By the logs hblaze in the fire
place, and one candle on the table,. BY
which her aunt Sat stringing dried APPLES
Her uncle was smoking in the corner, anc
her little cousins, lib and jamie, wert
making cob houses On the hlor. All hap
~ in quiet. domestic atmosphere, ant
she frozen storm there in their idst.-
She waited patiently until nine O'clock
though; then took candle and went u,
to her room. There she prayed God to ls
her weep, and at last the prayer was gran
ted. She wept her passion calm, and lat
into the night fell YEARLY asleep. But to,
June of her life had passed forever wher
On the morrow she awake to face the fu
! ture.