Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1878-07-17


Then have grown no old so old
-lEbsn Z, Resford.
THE STONE CUTTERS STORY.
lie was whiStling over his work.
careless, fran long custom, Of the
solemn significance Of the l'tters he
was cutting IN the white marble, The
June sun was nearly at the end OF the
days journey, sinking slowly to rest
upon the hosom af the broad Atlantic,
whose waves washed the shores of the
lite seaport town OF Monkton. y
stran gpr,handsnm ~ dressed IN gray,
wish large, lu.lruus brown eyes, can"
10 tho f,nc. that WA arouna the yard
where the stone. cutter was at work,
aud read the lettering, almost comp'et
ed. upon the lomb'.Ionc;-
HIRAM GOLDBY
Aged 35.
LOST At SEA, JANUARY, ls6o'
The last SIX was nearly completed
A strange p,llor gathered for a
momen, UPON the Strangers tacc, and
then he drew n long. deep breath, and
said-
rs not ten years long time to be
cu,,ln.ltiors on a tombstone, c,frlendT
"Eh. sir q
The .toae.cnttcr looked, shaded his
eyes with his Drawn hands, as be turr'
ed his 'acp to the sitting sun.
"TLis is 1876" was the grave reply,
"and Hiram Goldhy must have beer
ten years nrder the waves.
"Wel. sir, ,hat's the qaeston--i'
he lhere?"
SIS he there ? Yon stone tells US he
Is and has been for ten years
"Yvs, SIR, so it does so it. does
And YET she has ordered it. She
came over week or so bacd with
a worried look upon her SWEET tact
that have never seen anything bu
patients in ten long years, and shf
said TO me-'You may cut stone
Davy, she says, 'anl put it up in the
churchyarl, and | don't want to see
1t. I'll pay you whatever you choose
loask, Davy,' she says, but he's moi
DEAD, and don't want tombstone
'L,r, mum, says 7, ned turned up all
these wears If he was not dead Ba
she shook herpretty head, the pretlies
| have ever seen, sir, and said she :
My heart never told me that re was
dead, DAvy, and I'll never believe il
TIL my heart tells me so. >"
His sweetheart ?" questioned the
stranger.
His wife, r,-his loving, faithful
wife, that's had poverty, and lone
illness and misery. her full share, ane
NIGH, ha bette'ed herself.
"lIow is that 2
MIR. Miles, sir, the richest shop
owner npreabou-s, he waited patient,
tor seven long years, trying to win her
Then he said th 1t she was free even ii
Ilirnan came back
"Enoch Arden" muttered the
stranger.
"What did you say sir -
"No,hlng, nothing. What answer
lid the widow max" NJ. Miles 7"
q" sIr Hiram's dea!, said she, 'lm
his faithful widow while live. Ii
IIlram's living Tn his faithful wife.
Maybe you are from the city, sir, and
and have heard the story of our
Pearl p
"Whlt story is that 7"
"Wrll, sir, it's been told many,
times, more particularly in the last
year. bu! you're welcome to what
Of it. There that 6 is done, aad I'll
leave the Scripture text til morning.
If you'll come to the gateway and
take a seat on some of the stones, III
tell yon, that is, if you care TO hear
IT,"
II do clre.' was the grave reply ;"l
want very much to hear the story
"Maybe yuule some kin to the
Pearl nf Mnnkton-thlt's what they
c,ll Mrs. GoIdby hpreabouts. It's
matter OF thirty three years back,
sir, that there was a wreck of Monk
ton rocks. that you can see from here
sir, now tides low. Cruel rocks they