Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-05-04

upon the beach the waves fairly leaped
into their faces, Edith shivered and chung
half terrified to her companion in spite OF
herself.
II believe you had better return now,
and leave it to me" he said.
mo, we are almost there. l should
never forgive myself if did," she an
| swered, catching her breath as she spoke.
ut is only you 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 breathe on
little longer, if so the good God might
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
| off her wet covering and went toward
| her.
"This is only one OF the boarders who
came with me-" she said in reply to the
woman's questioning look. 81 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 promise 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, clesping 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 undesirable distance from such as
he, but he chershes 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 terreting out and helping also.
an innumerable number of forlorn, pow
ertystricken 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 speak to you a moment?" he
said, abruptly, stopping her.
"Certainly."
AS the word left her lips she saw what
his speaking was going to he.
ooh, 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 been free you would not have
asked in vain'
For days and weeks afterward Arson
Grey Rugged tue memory of her look, as
she said those blessed words, to his heart,
caring more for that than the love and
caresses of any OTHER.
Christmas came, but death came with
it, and Edith's lover went his long jour
ney, leaving his afhanced bride and her
scheming mother to console themselves
as best they might.
In way mysterious to all save Viii
liam Skinner, Edith heard of Arson
Grey's illness, and, as we have seen, went
to him and had the courage to become
his wife.
The people of Burlingame learned tt
love the gentle mistress of the old stone
mansion on the hill, and never suffer
ing one called.for help in vain, as Ions
as my lady," as they called her, was mis-
tress there.