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

nearly at tie end of the DAYS journey,
sinking slowly to rest upon the bosom of
the broad Atlantic, whose waves washed
Il shores of the little seaport town of
Monkton. A stranger, handsomely dress
ed in gray, with large, lustrous brown
eyes, came to the fence that was
around the yard where the stone-cutter
worked, and read the lettering, almost
completed, upon the tombstone:
HIRAM GOLDBY,
Aged 35.
LOST AT SEA, JANUARY, 1866.
The last six was nearly completed. A
strange pallor gath red for moment
upon tue strangers face and then he
drew long, deep breath and said:
sis not ten years long time to be
cutting letters on tombstone, friend2"
t'Eh, sir2'
The stone-cutter looked, shaded his
eyes with his brown hand, as he turned
his face to the setting sun.
''fbis is 1876" was the grave reply,
"and airam Colby has been then years
under the waves"
"Well sir, that's the question--is he
there?"
us he there2 Your stone tells US he
is and has been for ten years."
Eyes, sir, so it does-so it does. And
yet she has ordered it.. She came over a
week OF so back with worried look upon
her sweet face that have never seen any
thing but patient in the long years, ana
she said to me: you may cut stone,
Davy,' she says, 'and put it up in the
churchyar and don't want to see it.
Ill pay you whatever you choose to ask,
Davy,' she says, 'but he's not dead, and
don't want tombstone 'Lor, mum,
says I, he'd turned up all these years if
he was not dead But she shock her
pretty head, the prettiest l ever seen, sir,
and she said: MY heart never told me
that he was dead, Davy, and I'll never
believe it till my heart tells nae so.'"
His sweetheart" questioned the
stranger. s...
"His wife, sir-his loving, faithful wife.
that's had poverty, and loneliness and
misery, her full share, and might ha' bet
tered herself" s"s
"How was that2', ~ssE5E .-
MIR. Miles, sir, the richest shop owner
ereabouts, he waited patiently for seven
.ong years, trying to win her. Then he
said that she was flee even if Hiram came
back"
"Enoch Arden," muttered the stranger.
"What did you say, sir2'
''Nothing, nothing. What answer did
the widow make, Mr.. Miless"
60 If Hiram's DEAD said she, I'm his
faithful wife, ''Maybe you are from the
city. sir, and haven't heard the story of
our Pearl?"
"Vhat story is that2''
''Well, sir, it's been told many times.
more particularly in the last wear. but
IRE welcome to what I know of it.
There, that six is done, and TT leave the
Scripture text till morning. If you'll
come to the gateway and AXE seat on
some of the stones, I'll tell you, that is if
you care to hear it.'
II do care," was, the grave reply: 81
want very much to hear the story"
MAYBE you're some kin to tbs Pearl
OF Monkton-that's what they call Mrs.
Golobv hereabouts. It's matter of
thirty three years back, sir, that there
was wreck off Monkton rocks, that YOU
can see from here, sir, now tides low.
cruel rocks they are, and many g wreck
they We seen, the more the pity. You see
them, sir2''
Il see them"
swell, sir, this one wreck, tbirty-three
years ago, there was nothing washed
ashore but bit OF q girl-baby three or
four years old, with q skin like a lily .eaf.
and great black eyes. Hiram Goldby
found her on the rocks. He was a bow Of
twelve years, strong and tall, and he
carried the child in his arms to hi.
mother. You may see the cottage. sir /.
the second white one on the side Of the
hill"
II see it."
Well, Hiram took the baby there. and
Mrs Goldby was the same as mother to
ia good woman, God bless her soul
the Widow Goldby.''
Is she dead, then9'
/" Aye, sir, six years agone. The baby
| was telling you of, sir, talked foreign
lingo, and was dressed beautiful in rich
clothes, that must have cost a power OF
money. But never would Hiram OF the
widow sell them, putting them up care
fully in case the child was ever looked
for. She was that pretty, sir, and that
dainty. that verybody called her Pearl,
though she was not like our girls, but