Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1879-05-08
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The rain drove into their faces, and the
wind }howled through the dark night like
the minister OLA thousand storms mo
- :. poor .fisherwoman, perhaps, but to
one as good and fair as Edith Willoughby
he should not have hest
tated q moment. When q they came
upon the beach the waves fairly leaped
into their faces, Edith shivered and chung
half terrified to her companion in spite Of
herself. - - =. . sac" ~
II believe you had better return now,
and leave it to me-" he said.
mo, we are almost, there: I should
never forgive myself if I did, she an
swered, catching her breath as she spoke.
1T is only you I am worried about"
II am glad to be able to help you,'' he
said. And think he spoke the truth.
Inside The cottage poor Grace Pooley
lay on her hard bed trying to brea the on
a little longer, If so the good God light
send some good friends before she died,
to care for her orphan boy. =
When the door opened her eyes bright
ened, and she raised up little.
"The Lord bless ye for coming I
know he WILL" she said as Edith threw
of her wet covering and went toward
her. ,'' 4 3. '-'
"This is only one Of the boarders who
came with me-" she said in reply to the
womans questioning look. III should.
have come to-day had I known you were
worse.
She sat down beside the bed, and An
son Grey watched her as she spoke in low,
tender voice to the grateful woman.
Among the words which he could dis
tinguish was apromise to see to Jamie:
and when the old woman who seemed to
be nurse came up to administer some
thing, and in half whisper asked Edith
to pray with them, he began to think he
was in another world. And it was an
other to him truly. Surely she would
never do that. But she did. Kneeling
upon the bare floor, clasping her white
hands, she sent up such prayer for help
and strength as Arson Grey had never
dreamed of hearing before.
After that night Arson Grey knew
where his heart was, but for his life he
dared not approach Edith. She seemed
an Unreasonable distance from such as
he, but he cherishes the memories of her
prayers as the one glimpse into heaven
for which he should thank God all his
life.
Edith's mother was gay woman, and
such she meant her daughter to be,
though for her life she could not keep
her from ferreting out and helping also,
an innumerable number of forlorn, pow
erty-stricken people who had no earthly
claim upon her, as they went their fash
ionable rounds It was notifying, even
exasperating, but she was powerless to
prevent. They would be off again, soon,
Arson Grey heard; but he would have
missed seeing had he not accidently met
her as she was hurrying up the beach to-
ward their boarding house on the very
day they left. He could not let her go
without telling her what was in his heart.
MAY I speak to you a moment2" he
said, abruptly, stopping her.
"Certainly."
AS the word left her lips she saw what
his speaking was going to he.
"Oh, not that Mr.. Grey"
Somehow he took courage from the
quick paling of her lips.
"Yes. that: love you and want you
for my wife,"
II am to be married Christmas"
He turned and was leaving her, when
something made her speak.
Mr.. Grey.
He faced her again and she saw how
white and stern his face looked.
"Had I been free you would not have
asked in vain"
For days and weeks afterward Arson
Grey Rugged the memory of her look, as
she said those blessed words, to his heart,
caring more for that than the love and
caresses of any otLer.
Christmas came, but death came with
it, and Edith's lover went his long jour-
ney, leaving his affianced bride and her
scheming mother to console themselves
as best they might.
In way mysterious to all save Will
liam Skinner, Edith heard of Arson
Grcy's illness, and. as we have seen, went
to him and had the courage to become
his wife.
The people of Burlingame learned to
love the gentle mistress of the old stone
mansion On the hill, and never a suffer.
ing one called for help in vain, as long
as my lady," as they called her, was mis-
tress there.