Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1880-10-27

troubled me. Each night, while
Ming IN her arms, ! heard the
Spanish buglr cal, far and faint
and ghoStly as voice from the
dead. 1t seemed like a melanchol,
voice calling 20 me. And whcncv,r
the sound tlOated to us, | felt that
she trembled, and wound her arms
faster about me, and she would
weep until kissed away hcr tears.
Aud through all those years heard
the Ougle.call. Did l say Years -
nay COMMUNICATION in that land one
never grows old; ! heard it through
centuries after all my companions
were dead"
The prizes; crossed himself under
the lamp-light and murmurcd II
prayer. "Coutinue, hyo MIC he
said III last, "tell me all ri
1T WAS anger, Padre; wished 10
see for myself where the sounds
came from that tortured my lite
Aud know not why she slept 50
deeply that night. AS l bent over
to kiss her she moaned in her
dreams, and | saw crystal tear
glimmer on the dark fringe ui her
eyes,-and then that cursed buslu
CALI
The old mans voice failed a mo.
ment. He gave a feeble cough,
spat blood, and went on
| Il hnrA liz 10 TINA loft I'll ,rnn
more, Padre. l never could rn.l NY
way back again to the valley. /
lost her forever. When l wandered
out among men, they spoke another
language that | could not speak;
and the world was changed. When
met Spaniards at last, they spoke
IA tongue unlike what l heard in my
Youth. / did not dare TO tell my
story. They would have confined
me with madmen. l speak the
Spanish of other centuries; and the
men of my own nation mock my
Quaint ways. Had ] lived much in
this new world of yours, should
have been regai ded rs mad, for my
thoughts aud ways are not OF To day
but | have spent my life among tn,
swanps of the tropics, with til,
python and the cayman, in til,
heart of untroddcn forests and b.
the shores OF rivers that have nc
names, and the ruins of dead Indian
citics,-until my strength died ant
. my hair became white in looking tOI
her"
my son." cried the old priest
, "banish these evil thoughts. l have
, heard your story; and any, save 1
priest, would believe you mad.
believe all you have told me the
legends of the church contain mucl
, that is equally strange. You hav'
been u great sinner in your youth
, and God has punished you b.
making your sins the very iustru
. mcnt of your punishment. Yet, ha
D.. He not preserved You through tn
5 centuries that you might repent
, Danish all thoughts of the demon
P who still tempts you in tho shap
e of woman; repent and comment
Z your soul to God that | may absOlv
/ you."
/; "Repcnt said the dying man
e fixing upon tbe priests face hi
r great black eyes, which famed ~
| again as with the fierce fires of hi
4 yontb; "repcnt, father, can no
T repent! love her IL love her
t and if there be life beyond death
, shall love her through all tim
!, and eternity ;-more than my Ow
e soul ! love her more than ID
+ hope Of heaven more than IN
e fear of death and hell y
The priest fell on his knees, an
covering his face, prayed ferventl,
:, When he lifted his eyes again, I'll
e soul had passed away unabsolved
:. but there was such smile upon tn
t. dead face that the priest wondered
/ and forgetting the Miserere upo
:. his lips Involuntary muttered =
o "He hath found Her ut last" An
/. the East frightened; aud touche
Il by the magic of the rising sun, tn
II mists above his rising formed then
!. selves into Fountain of Gold.
4 The True Wife.