The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1865-05-12
AND PROPRIETOR.
NUMBER 20.
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"Oh," SAID he, as cutc no could DO. "with
pleasure; bnt I thought you had just como
to gather samphiro."
$50 had. but don't fscl able to stay;
and then perhaps We will meet her there
Then he rose up with sigh and gave mo
his arm. and Fei'A
"No." says he, "l'vo no reasonable hope
to $40 her again IL she won't come hsre."
"Perhaps she's Sick said I.
.'But you said you saw her to-day"
"Still she may not feel like walking this
far" 5 t.aaL ll .u,
"You did. for a less reason (: and must
walk treble tho distance to catch u stage ut
Buxton. now ours is gone."
Then lisa shamc to take you back with
me-" said I. to humor him. II,
"Not so; II Is q pleasure to mo-" '.d
All, we'll though his poor faco was as II
he had vet down all his accounts there
crisscd and crossed andscratchcd out-hc had
still my Donalds winning ways. his gallant
graces. So no rambled on till va reached his
mothers door. and she was just standing
therein moment, looking ut the sunlight on
the lawn and tho broad blue sky above; and
soon as she spied us she cried out,
"Tlsre's Donald, my SOM"
And I slipped behind and lcf. him In her
arms Poor soul! she wasailing hersclf. and
her mind had gone from her these two years,
but she knew him.
Well. I saw no moro Of them till after
nightfall, when tho girl who looked after his
mother came rushing in Tor me. Said she,
"Oh, Mr.. Donald he's raving like fury.
and keeps calling for you Miss Brown-lsast.
ways he cries Christie! Christie ! whcro's
Chris,ie?'
So l tied my kerchief over my hcad and
went with her. They had him in bed. and
two men they held him, and he beat the air
with his arms, and his cries were like knives
going through and through you.
"Donald, dear, what ails you ?" said,
taking his hand but he shook his 6st In my
face; "Do you think don't know Christine
Miller when I SEQ her? Do you think to
impose upon mo like that?" said no.
Aud 90 he went on, aud wouldn't believe
II was l; but IL l turned away would cry,
''Christio! Christio!" just Us ho did that
night ut the gate.
But by-and-by no foil into sleep. and
they begged me not to leave him lest ho
should wake furious at finding mo gono 90
the men went to lie down IN tho next room,
and left me alone thoro with him; and ho
slept as sweetly AS littlo child aud between
whilcs he smiled. And at last. when tho
white dawn sauutcrcd up the horizon. he
turned him ON his side. and heaved deep
sigh. aud opened wide his beautiful sycs-
his eyes that no tears or terrors could rob Of
their lovelinoss-and hc looked mo foil 10 the
face, IN s,no as you arc, and ho stroked my
hand softly aud said:
"Poor Christie! The flaming sword thas
guarded Eden, and turned both ways. has
kept US apart. How long is 1t, child, siuco
thCn-how long?"
"'rhirty years gone this day, Donald"
Ho was silent while.
"why didn't you meet me. thirty years
gono this day, on tho samphiro Meadow"
Then said he. "Tcll mo why?"
"I never knew you wanted mo there, Don.
aid dear"
"Nsvcr knowi Why, waited and wait
cd for you; and the stage went by, but still
l would not go. for said, Something keeps
her; she'd never throw .ruo love away like
that"
"No moro would. Donald dcar."
al said so rsaid 90! Yes, cottons down,
and wool ough. to be''-hc was wanderinga
bit-''aud 50 I waitod till my heart frozc,
and thcn walked ten mllcs-ten miles to
reach Buxton before the stage leit, carrying
my heart all the way like log Aud you
never knew :"
"Dear heart, | loved you oil tho same; hut
some wrong has been done us. How should
l know you waited for me. dear?"
! thought II no harm to speak to him NJ
then. and he dying. et-e
I'll sent you word" said ls al left youa
note" fHaft.f1 ts
"a note? And what notes I'vs mover
heard one word from you since that night at
the gate"
els that true ?" said hO. rising on bis cl.
"Truc as Heaven" said I. ~
"lisaven help us then, said hs; "and
you thought had given you up without a
word Poor Christie! And loved you 70
truly! But Two no time to losc; before the
sun touches tho samphire meadow shall b.
beyond hearing eco. my voIeo falls me now:
put your head down closer, closer; ay,
shall--Iove you-till-death, and-boyond
one kis-and away" So his lids dropped,
and bis soul was away beyond the morning.
aud the stars. and tho pItilos radisnoes Of
earth. into the perfect light
Thsn Ilaid him back upon The pillows.
with q smiIe quito plain about bic lips. and