The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1868-02-01

with that Of the coming day, aod 6oodisa
the room with strange shadows. WIKI
packing some things chat day. he had round
little garment Of Bsatrices = shs had last
worn IL He bad carssssd u y ; q q fool
ish fondness, and il nov hung ossf bfs bed.
ltseemed to be alive, and .takssssa Strange
likeness Of himself. Then b. lanoled hs y =
Clotilde-poor Clotilde--gay and beautiful
a. when be bad Eirst met her, bsckonine isim
70 her with spiritual hands, Lnd - oouid
stand Il no longer; bus spiinging leon -
bed, he went down 70 the sands agsin, Sopz
Of the men still fingered, picking up purSSs,
letters and small artacles that driftsd slowly
upon the shore.
"Here's the Csptsin," said one pf the
men, and be looks paic Take horn Of
brandy, Captain, and he rendered him the
flask.
Pierre drank and handed il back. " Aay
bodies 7" he asked, carelessiy.
Only two rs yet, bat one Of them Is a
woman, Captain, and the hAndsomest ever
set eyes on. isE -.s 'f
"You must bury her." sa,d Pierre, "but
shove tho men back into the water, it's good
~ land for them now"
Come up and look at her, Captain" con-
tinued the maps you never saw just such .
sight as that
:" don't want to see her,n he answered
shortly, ard walked Of, then changed his
mind and went round the rock to the level
sand where the drownded woman law,
Ii never occurred to him as he went under
the shadow Of that rock, that he was blotting
out every ray Of sunshine the world held for
him, that the gloom ard darkness would
never, never In this world or the next be
lifted from his soul.
He saw her ali ut once as he stood under
the rocks few steps before him, lying on
the wet shining sands. Her eyes were open,
but ali their light was gone--her face turned
up TO the morning air, vas fxed and sad
it bore the trace Of . heart struggle for life
dear iife-her hair-ah, he knew her be-
fore that-her beautiful hair-her fair golden
hair, spread tar out on the sands IN masses
of trailing glory her little hands white and
dimpied. were stretched far apart. There
were shining gems upon them-hs knew
them every one. s
TGs sun rose and illuminated the wet locks
Of the dead girl, till each shone like the
purest gold. The wrecker was conscious OF
but one fact-that his daughter lay dead
before him, and he had killed her. Il needed
no mere verbal knowledge to tell him that
She had come with her betrothed 20 give lin
a happy surprise. he krew II all be knew il
was her arms he saw stretched to her from
the deck tnat, that fatal deck had she re
cognized him then Oh 7 horrible madden
ing thought be had left her to die alone,
nay, bad sent her alone 10 death sg
The men wondered why the Captain staid
30 long, Sut he was not thsfe when they
went to seek him Only the dead girl lay
here with her wealth Of golden har. yelling
her dead face, and near her lay her lover,
faithful in death. They buried them in one
grave, and q cross of white marble marble
marks the spot, and the superstitious fisher
usn say il was no earthly hand that placed
i there.
Two days after, and w.ils they were YET
looking for him, the body OF Pierre Soule
was thrown far up on the beach, blackened
and dishgured. They laid him beyond the
reach OF the, tide, and Left him while they
vent to dig grave, but when they returned
be was gone, and they saw him no more.
But the sad story OF the Wrecker's
Daughter will never be forgotten there.