The Newtown bee., 1880-03-10

onuSteQ on DOarQ man-O'-War, ana Pearl was just shadow when he came home the last time."
 After the war ?"
 "Yes, sir; but he made no money of any account, and so he went again, after staying at home long spell. We'll, he never came back. 'Twasn't no manner of use a-telling Pearl he was lost; she'd just shake her pretty head and say: He'll come back Not mite of mourn ing would she wear, even after his own mother gave him up and put on black i; for, sir, it stands to reason he's dead years ago"
 ''It looks so."
 "Of course it does; nobody else doubts it but Mrs. Goldby. Old Mrs. Goldby's last words were: I'm going to meet Hiram,' and they say the dying know. But even then that didn't make Pearl think so. She wore mourning for her who had been the only mother she knowed of, but no weeds. Weeds was for widows, she said, and she wasn't a widow"
 But the stone?"
 "Well, sir, I'm coming to that. A year ago, sir, a fine gentleman from France came here hunting for child lost on this coast. He'd heard of Pear by happen chances, if there is such, and came here. When he saw the clothes he just tainted like woman"
 "She was related, thenP" The strangers voice was husky, but the sea air was growing chill.
 "Her father, sir"
 He took her awayp"
 "He tried to. He told her of splen- did home he had in New York, for he'd followed his wife and child, sir. to { l nit itr hnA a xyrsS rich and lonely. He begged his child te go, but she would not. Hiram vii come here for me- she said, and he vii find me where he left me-"
 "On what has she lived?"
 Sewing, sir, mostly. The cottage was old Mrs. Goldby's and, bless you Pearl did not eat much more than birC and her dresses cost next to nothing But there's no denying she was very poor-very, and yet the grand house anC big fortune never tempted her. So hel father came On and on to see her, unti April. And he died, sir, and left ou, Pearl all his fortune and tie grand hous in New York. But she'll not go, sir she'll die here waiting for Hiram, who'll never come"
 The stranger lifted his face that hat been half hidden in his hand and said:
 "There was shipwreck in the Pacif' ocean, Davy, years and years ago, anC l one man only was saved-saved, Davy by savages, who made him slave, tn worst of slaves! But one day this sailo saved the life of the chiefs daughter who was in the coils of huge snake and the chief released him. More thal that, he gave him choice spices an' woods, and sent him aboard the frs passing ship. So the sailor landed in' great city, sold his presents and put tn gold in safekeeping. Then he travele, till he reached the seaport town wher he was born, and coming there at sunse of man cutting his tombstone"
 Not a word spoke Davy. Standin erect he seized an immense sledge ham mer, and with powerful blows iron strong, uplifted arms, dashed the marbl into fragments. Then, panting witt exertion, he held out his brawny hant to the stranger-a stranger no longer.
 "I've done no better work in my Tiff than I've done in the last five minutes Hiram. Go home, man, and mak Pearls heart, glad. She d99aat 99aa t1 nesd ess il il about the stone. The neighbors drov her to ordering it, twitted her that nov she was rich, she grudged the stone t her husbands memory. So she toll me to cut it, but says: Don't put dea upon it, Davy-put lost at sea; fo Hiram's lost, but he'll be found an come back to me- She never looke at it, Hiram, never. And there's not al hour, nor hasn't been for ten years that she hasn't been looking for you t come back. tio to her, man, and tn Lords blessing be upon both of you.
 So, grasping the hard, brown hand Hiram Goldby took the path to the lit tie white cottage in which he bad bee born forty-fve years before The su had set and the darkness was gatherin 9 but little gleam oflight streamed fror the window of his cottag ge. He drey near softly, and standing on the seat C the porch, 10 Nked over the half curtai into the neat, but poor sitting-room.
 1t was not the grand house, Pearl heritage in New York, but Pearl her self was there. A slender woman with pale, sweet face, and black hai smoothly banded and gathered into ric braiis at the back of her shapely head Her dress was plain dark one, wit white ruffies, cuffs, and an apron.
 She had been sewing, but her wor was put aside, and presently she cam to the open window and drew aside tn curtain. She did not see the tall figur drawn closely against the wall in tn marrow porch; but her dark eyes locke mournfully toward the sea, glimmerin in the half light.
 My darling" she whispered. car you dead, and has your spirit come t take mine where we shall part Il moreP"
 Only the wash of the waves beloy answered her. Signing softly, she said Is my darling coming? I feel him S near to me, could almost grasp him. :"
 She stretched ont her arms over tn low window-sill. and low voice an swered her: Pearl! Pearl"
 The arms that had so long graspe, only empty air were filled then. a Hiram stood under the low Window.
 Do not move, love-" "she whispered pressing her soft lips to his; II alway i wake when you move"
 But now" ,"he said, "you are alread, awake. See, Pearl, your trust wa heaven-given. It is myself, your fond true husband, little one, who will neve leave you again."
 ''It is true! You have comet" sh | cried at last, bursting into a torrent 0 happy tears. "I knew you were no dead. You could not be dead and m, heart not tell me-"
 It was long before they could thinl of anything but the happiness of reunion after the many years of separation, bu at last, drawing Pearl closer, Hiram whispered: I walked from J., love and am enormously hungry"
 And Pearls merry laugh chased tn last shadows from her happy face, an, she hustled about the room prenarip