Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-06-03

er. Good by, my dea-."

er. Good by, my dea-."
Good by, sir
and o, Esther, you must have some
luneb, You'll be starved before we come
hack cried careful Helen.
So she and Tom and basket made
their way upward, and a deposit of sand
witches and portwine was left in conven-
lent crevice within reach.
Good by, dear. hope the sketch will
be lovely" And they were gone--dp the
cliff side~-Mrs. Gray last, leaning upon
her husbands arm.
Poor child" she said, ''it makes my
heart ache to see her look SO sad. Didn't
You notice how she was longing to have
us GO, and to be alone2n -.
aAnd the very worst thing for her. She
needs rousing, and ali this morbid think
ing does her HARM"
The voices died away. Esther caught
the words, and she smiled at thcm,-a bit
TOR little smile, That was what all OF
them had said since her trouble came.
She must he rouSed-amuSed-3nt they
had crowded business and and pleasure
upon her until she sometimes tsl1 slsifi s's@
could bear it no longer EAlfs w''ts ain
first time in many weeks sfisa S'hi lat ,t'ilt
really free-free In he si5ts.rfs 10 iH,h sui,
to cry if she wished @lhr 3 .ii.s;tr" L
was, No anxiscs-. -s,s3 unttsmn N yaiiiil
her-these coszsrEzrazfxss strangers with
drawn-this esoI. A.rss'ss s;ltsni'e'---t was
delicious Their WAS scrreia,iifEe II 1is
very nature Of ker trial which ngots II
yerv necessary to her grief wrtA reserve
A black dress She might wear--P3al YVES
cousin. and some show OF mourning Is III
lowed for second couSinhood even, and
for intimate friendship such as theirs had
been But no one knew of the unavowed
enlargement which bound them since that
hurried farewell letter in which his love
found utterance, and which only reached
her after he sailed-the sailing from which
there was to be no return. No one knew,
as they talked compassionately of her
having .sdreadful shock, poor girl-her
own cousin. you know, and such fine
yo,,nr fellow that her heart was wearing
widows weeds, and mourning it dead rs
the great loss of life. 1t wouldn't bear
talking about. She had kept silence, and
trie TO wear brave face.
AT first there had been little hope as
rynlors came of one boat-load escaping
from the midnight collision; but that was
over now and the terrible suspense ofhope
was over, and everything had faded into a
sort Of gray acceptance of sorrow. The
light had gone ont.
Left alone, she found with some surprise
that she didn't want to cry. All the morn
ing she had felt that to creep away some
where and weep, and weep her heart out,
would be so good; but tears are contrary
things. She sat there logged, with a calm
that was almost like content. She was
thinking of the time when Paul had visited
the island and climbed about thatvery cave.
On the very rock-shelf where she sat he
might perhaps have rested. She liked to
think So 1t brought him nearer.
She put her sketch away u little later.
and crept down to broad ledge, where
through the arch, the exquisite skyline
was visible The surf tumbled, and chin
ed like distant bells. She lay rs if fascin-
ated, her eyes fixed upon the shining hor-
lion. Somewhere tar beyond it was the
spot where the ship which held her all
went down. Down where Her imagina-
ton ran riot Cleaving the liquid depths
to the Utmost sanctuary of ocean, she saw
the golden sands, the shadowy green light
percolating through miles of water-the
everlasting repose which reigned there be-
yond the reach of storm, wind, or hurri-
cane. She tried to fix the wandering inn
ages, and to think of it as a haven no less
tranquil than the quiet mounds under
which are pillowed beloved heads on earth.
But it would not stay. Thoughts of tenn
pest and fury, of chill piping winds whip
ping foam from the waves, of roar and tu-
multi, heaving wilderness of dark waters,
came over her, and through all the refrain
of Jenn Ingelow's pathetic strain mingled
and blended: fiHa
"hnd shall see thcc ne more, no more,
TIL the sea gives up it, dead .IIl
Great drops forced themselves beneath
the closed eselids. and she sobbed: 80
Paul. Paul how can bear it ?n
ga Concluded in to-morTow's paper.]