Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-29
Therefore it was she appeared to John
loveller than other women.
The arrow had pierced the mark, and
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lovelier than other women.
! The arrow had pierced the mark, and
love had transformed her.
AS the boat neared the slip mcst of the
passengers left the cabins to crowd about
the chains, among them John Moore, for
he and they were now as impatient to
dlsembark as they were to embark. 1t
! was evening to be sure, and no business
awaited them; but still you know the
characteristic New Yorker,
When Helen Ives found herself alone
in the cabin she took from small sachel
g card. By its size and shape one would
suppose 1t to be photograph, also by
the tender tondress which came over her
face as she looked at it; she even smiled
at it. Then, as if suddenly remembering
where she was, she bit her lips and COM
posed her face; and had you examined it
now you would have detected an added
bitterness and resolution. Placing the
thumb and folehnger of each hand
together on its edge, she tore it partly iu
two, but no sooner did the destroying
members do their work than they sought
to hide it by holding the severed parts
closely united. Again second thought
condemned it, and she walked to the deck.
tearing as she went, flung the pieces into
the water, turned and entered the cabin
as though she wished to avoid seeing
them lost like snoW-flakes in the sea.
Now, John Moore had noted this little
| by-pay, and when one Of the scraps fut-
tered back and settled at his teet. ne
stopped and picked it up. Had it been
note paper of any kind he would not have
done SO, but thinking it was nothing bur
bit OF common card, and wishing earn
estly 70 hold something which her hands
had touched, he had bent for the discaid-
ed trife. And, lo when he turned it
over he saw part OF a mans neck and
shirt front-that was ali.
He could easily see The neclltic and the
shirt with its row OF studs.
His first impulse was 10 give it to the
water. but catching sight of Helen's face,
for they were now landing, he decided
to keep it IN memory OF his meeting with
her. Who would say he might never see
her again! Thus they net at one ferry
slip and separated at the other. On that
short trip two lives had received im21es.
sions indelible,th outgrowth of one cause,
but vastly opposite in their termination.
A month passed. Helen often crossed the
ferries, but not just at the hour he did,
and hence no meeting. To say that she
had daily occupied his thoughts would
not express the vividness with which be
remembered her. He looked forward to
his trips on the boat as tbs worn-out clerk
to bis summer tour.
And how be would scan every black
robed figure in hopes it might be his zone
| fair woman"
The fragment of pasteboard he had put
as treasure, and dreamed of her face at
| night, as she stood on burning ferry
boat scattering scraps Of paper over the
water around about and calling on him
to rescue her.
By all this you will see Cupid did his
work very effectually, and cared not how
his poor victim Jared, so long as he ADDED
another bleeding heart to his trophies.
But Fate, why call her cruel2
| II she is stony for awhile, Goes she not,
by one grandly generous act, repay US
for years OF suffering and neglect?
This evening great black fleeing mass
IS of clouds scowled in the heavens: the
wind searched IN the trees and visited
rickety sign boards in hopes of finding
something to hurl at the foot passengers
hurrving home below; hacks. TOO, did
furnishing business.
| When John Moore reached the ferry ne
saw 8 graceful black-robed figure de-
scend from one Of them, and b rue!ul
face looking at the already falling rain,
and shudder as the lightning flashed
dangerously near Now at least, thought
he. | may again offer my services VITA
out appearing presuming or rude
AT last 1t came about, in the most del
lcate yet rather inConyeniant manner,
that these two chatted very pleasantly
although the rain came down in torrents
with no chance OF retrieve.
This time IS the boat quivered from
collision with tue spiies OF the Slip,
sending the passengers this way and that,
Helen Ives had John Moore's arm to
steady her, while he held above her an
umbrella OF unusual size. How he
thanked the rain and vowe to APOSTLE
phize it at some future day!
Gould anything be more fortunate
than my meeting with you?' said Helen
you always come at he right NONE Mt. "
81 suppose you would consider it
adroit tfattery it we're to tell YOU that /
thought Of you every day since first saw
you, and only hoped to be Of some ser
vice; and unklnd as it may suem," cor
, tinued John 81 do not regret the rain,
"Only custom and galIaDtry forgive
SUCH speeches. certainly must oh]4c,.
However, you need not exert your,el f IN
future to fill the requirements of such alb
surdities. Here is my home, aud | am
sure my mother, Mrs. Ives, will be pleased
to thank you for your kindness to her
daughter. Won't you come in?''
Having walked SO far with him, Helen
thought it prudent to introduce him TO
her mother.
ith much pleasure he said; Il am
John Moore" giving her his card
Mother, DEAR spoke Helen, bringin g
John into a pretty parior and also before
an elderly lady in widows mourning,
This is Mr.. Moore, the gentleman VINO
has earned yosr thanks and gratitude in
keeping my Grape an bombazine dry;
the one whom met before-you remem-
ber.'
Mrs. Ives gave him 81 earnest look,
then thanked him heartily, and even in
vited him to have tea; although must
say that she was prompted to this kind
ness by glimpse caught through the
open door OF a dainty spread table, per
haps as Euch as from any consideration
OF the rain. To this request he was we'll
bred enough 10 offer an excuse, only ask
ing permission to call again, which was
readily given.
"Poor girl" he thought, as he walked