Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1879-06-03

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But even then that didn't make Pearl
think so. She wore mourning fol
her who had been the only mother she
knowed of, but not weeds. Weeds was
Tor widows, she said, and she wasn't a
widow
''But the stone"
"Well, sir, Pm coming to that. \
year ago, SRA fine gentleman from France
came here hunting for a child lost on
coast. He'd heard OF Pearl 10y happen
chances, ii there is such, and came here.
When he sawthe clothes, he just tainted
like a woman
"She was related, them"
"The strangers voice was husky, but
the sea air was growing chill.
"ier father, sir.
Gle took her away"
"IIe tried To. He told her of 4 splen
did 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. lie begged his child to
20, but she would not. Hiram will
come here for me- she said, and he
must find me where he LETT me,
"On what has she iived?'
"Scwing, sir, mostly. The cottage
was old Mrs, Goldby'S, and bless you,
Pearl did not eat much more than a
bird, and her dresses cost next to moth
ing. But there's no denying she was
very pOor-yery, and yet the grand
home and big fortune never tempted
her. so her father came of and on TO
see her. until April. An he died, sir,
and left our Pearl all his fortune and the
grand house i'm New York. But she II
not 90, sir; she'll die here, waiting for
Hiram, who'll never come"
The stranger lifted his face that had
been hall hidden in his hand, and
said:
'Thcre was a shipwrcck in the Pacific
Ocean, Day., wears and years ago, and
one man only was Saved-saved, Davy,
bv savagcS who made HIM slave, the
worst of slaves, But one day this sailor
saved the life of the chiefs daughter,
who was i'm the coils of a huge snake,
and the chief released him. More than
that, he gave him choice spices and
woods, and sent him aboard the first
passing ship. So the sailor landed IN
great city, sold his presents and put the
gold i'm safe keeping Then he Travelled
till he reached the seaport town where
he was born, and coming there at sun
set, heard the story Of his own life from
the lips OF the man cutting his tomb
StOne.
Not a word spoke Dayy. Standing
erect, he seized an immense slcdge ham
mcr, and with powerful blows from
strong, upliitcd arms, dashed the marble
into fragments. Then painting with cX-
crtiun, lac held out his brawny hands TO
the stranger-a stranger no longer.
give done no better work in my lie
than I've done i'm the last five minutes,
Hiram. Go home, man, and make
Pearls heart glad. She don't need 1t,
Hiram-shc don't need it. You asked
me about the stone. The ncighbors
drove her TO ordering it, twittiug her
that now she was rich, she grudged the
stone to her husbands memory. So she
told me to cut it, but says, Don't put
dead upon it, Ddyy-put lost at sea; Tor
Hiram's lost, but he'll be found and
come back To me- She never looked at 1t,
Hiram. never. And there's not an
hour. nor hasn't been for ten years,
that she hasn't been looking Tor you to
come back. Go to her, man, and the
Lords blessing be upon both OF you.
So. graSpng the hard, brown hand,
Hiram Goldby took the path To the little
white cottage where he had been born
forty five years before. The sun had
1 II. l., Al hnr1ntr hIlt
a little CLEAN of light strcamcd from the
window of his cottage. He drew near
softly. and standing on the seat OF the
porch. looked over the hall curtain into
the neat but poor Sitting-rOom.
II was not the grand house, Pearl 5
heritage i'm New York, but Pearl herself
was there. 4 slender woman, with a
pale. sweet face, and black hair smooth
iv banded and gathered into rich bralds
M the back of her Shapcly head. Her
dress was a plain dark one, with white
rutllcS, cuffs and IN apron.
She had been sewing, but her work
WAS nut aside. and presently she came
10 the open window and drew aside the
curtain. She did not see the tall figure
drawn closely against the wall I'M the
narrow porch, but her dark eyes looked
toward the sea, glimmerinE
in the half light.
NV darling" she whispered, "arc
YOU dead. and has your spirit come to
take mime where we shall part no
more
Only the wash Of the wave below an
Swcryd her. Signing softly, she SAID:
lis my darling coming? ! feel him SO
near to me. could almost grasp HIM.
She stretched ont her arms over the
low window sill, and soft voice an
swered her: pearl. PEARL
The arms that had so long graSped
only empty air, were filled then, aS
Hiram stood under the low window.
"Do not move, love-" she whispered,
pressing her soft lips To his: Il always
wake when YOU move.
But now" he said, "you are already
awake. See, Pearl, your trust was
Ii is myself, your fond,
true husband, little one, who will never
leave YOU again.
1T is true, You have come" she
cried at last, bursting into 4 torrent Of
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dead. You could not be dead and my
heart not tell me-" 1t was long before
they could think of anything but the
happiness of reunion after the many
wears of separation, but al last, drawing
Pearl closer, Hiram whispered-"l
walked from j, love, and am enor-
mously hungry
And PEARLS merry laugh chased the
last shadows from her happy face, and
she hustled about the room preparing
supper.
"Supper for two" she cried, gleeiu.-
".
The grand house in New York : ten
anted bv its owners, and Hiram goes TO
sea no more; but in the summer time
two happy people come for a quiet
month To the little white cottage at
Monkton, and have always to listen TO
DAVIS tale Of the evening when he was
cutting Hiram Goldby's tombstone, and
ended by smashing it into atoms.
For" is the inyariable ending OF the
tale, Pearl was right, and we were