New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-10-02

III lucy were Ill stdAdIlDS mtu mere
abouts, and there was nothing for a lad to
do but ship, the Pearl was just little
washed out lily, fretting until he came
home again. And it was so whenever he
went, tor they were sweethearts from the
first time he nestled her baby face on
his breast, when he picked her up
from the wreck. She was sixteen when
they were married, as near as we could
guess; Hiram was man of twenty four
She prayed him to stay at home then, and
he stayed year, but he fretted for the
sea, and he went again, thinking, s'pose,
that his wife would get used to it, as well
as all wives hereabouts must do. But
she never did never. 1t was just pitt
able tosee her so about, white as a corpse,
when Hiram went away, never looking
at the sea without a shudder like death
chill. All through the war it was just
awful; for Hiram enlisted on board
man owar, and Pearl was just shadow
when he came home the last time"
''After the war2''
eyes, sir but he made no money
of any account, and so went away
again. after staying at home long spell.
Well, he never came back. 'Twasn't no
manner of use a telling Pearl he was lost;
she'd just shake her pretty head and say:
He'll come back Not mite of mourn
ing wonld she wear, even after his own
mother gave him up and went IN black;
for, sir, it stands to reason he's dead
years ago."
'It looks So"
"Of course it does; nobody else doubts
it but Mrs. Goldby's last words were
I'm going to meet Hiraa,' and they say
the dying know. But even then that
didn't make Pearl think so. She wore
mourning for her who lad been the only
mother she knowed of, but not weeds
Weeds was for widows, she said, and she
wasn't widow"
"But the stone?"
swell, sir, I'm coming to that. A year
ago, sir, fine gentleman from France
came here hunting for a child, lost on
this coast. He'd heard of Pearl by hap
pen chances, if there is such, and came
here. When he saw the clothes, he just
tainted like woman"
"She was related, then?"
The strangers voice was husky, but tn
sea Air was growing chill.
"Her father, SIR"
she took her awav?"
s'He tried to. He tod her of a splend
ed home he had in New York, for he'd
followed his wife and child, Sir, to the
city they had never reached. He was
| rich and lonely. He begged his child to
go, but she would not. Hiram will come
here for me- she said, sand he must fnti
me where he left me.''
ION what has she lived?"
'Sswing, sir, mostly. The cottage was
old Mrs. Goldby's, and bless you, Pearl
did not eat much more than bird, and
her dresses cost next to nothing. But
there's no denying she was very poor
very, and yet the grand home and big for
tune never tempted her. So her father
came on and on to see her, until April
An he died, sir, and left our Pearl ali lis
fortune and the grand house in New
York. But she'll not go, sir, she'll die
here, waiting for Hiram, who'll never
come"
The stranger lifted his face that had
been half hidden in his hand and said !:
"rhere was shipwreck in the Pacific
Ocean, Davy, years and years ago, and
one man was saved-saved, Davv. by saw
ages who made hin slave, the worst OF
slaves But one day this sailor saved the
life OF the chiefs daughter, who was in
the coils of a hugh snake, and the chief re
leased him. More than that he gave him
choice spices and woods and sent him
aboard the first passing ship. So the sal
lor landed in great city, sold his pres
ents and put the gold in safe keeplng.
Then he travelled till be reached the sea-
port town where he was born, and COM
| ing there at sunset, heard the story of
his life from the lips of a man cutting his
tombstone"
Not word spoke Davy. Standing
erect, he sliced an immense sledge ham
mer, and with powerful blows from strong,
| uplifted arm. dashed the arble into
fragments. Then, painting. with exertion,
he held out his brawny hand to the stran-
ger-a stranger no longer.
live done no etter work in nv life
than I've done in the last five minutes.
Hiram. Go home, man, and make PEARLS
heart glad. She don't need it, Hlram-
she don't need it, You asked me about
the stone. 7 e neighbors drove her to
ordering it, INVITING her that now she was
rich, she grudged the stone to her
husbands memory. So she told me to
cut 1t, but says, Don't put dead upon it,
Davy-put lost at sea; for Hirams lost,
but he'll be found and come back to me.
She never looked at it, Hiram, never. And
there's not an hour, nor hasn't been fer
ten years, that she hasn't been looking 70:
you to come back. Go to her, man, ana
the Lords blessing be upon both of YOU