The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1881-01-06

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ing to make bould an baspake littl
Harriet. for no one could fit so WI
As She, the purity soul" She broke
down with groan and put her apron
to her eyes. We'll" she went on, Il
goes to her lodgin' to find her AS |
turns round our corner [ sees o crowd
round her dour, and when [ tries to
push. thxpugh,R woman stops me, an
,psays sh3 s:fSqaiett's lost; she's not
Been heard 31-siaee morning | felt
wake a&byer. an chilled, for the look
0, thatMemalr1piid adale more than
her woras.aid: an then-oh! wirra-
wirrap BE hid her face again. and
rocked backwards ASST she We're going
to fall
Come; conc Bridget, ye old foolt'
Mr. Smith spoke firmly, you're
frightening Eileen to death. Speak
out can t ye?
Bridget raised her hand and looked
at him scornfully.
'.ItS mighty aisy to smile when it's
yer n4ighbor's- fut the black OK has
&trod "a rot yer -own,nn then her eyes
| fell q Eileen7s pale, scared face, and
she went on hastily, well, the woman
said n !. more than that, an in a jiffey
before We could spake the crowd opens
an four boys-sailors- along
carryin'' stretcher, an there was the
poor cratur pale an drownded, all her
hair lyin' along in black. ropes
ochoner er'-she bursts into a food Of
passionate tears, and cry of horror
broke from her listeners.
Suddenly she reused, shook her fist.
and looked menacingly at Yves, who
was staring at her with an intense
effort to catch the meaning of her
words.
"By the powers, by the Holy Virgin
herself, If !. ever set eyes on the
crawling sneak that's done it, I'll
throttle him yet.
Done itr' exclaimed the clockmak-
er, who's done it? why it's murder if
any one has drowned the poor girl.
What, do you mean, Bridget" he said
patiently; "has any step been taken?
Has warrant been taken out to arrest
this murderer, and who is he?"
Bridget shook her head.
"Ye cant touch him, the dirty spal-
peen, her eyes famed with fury; hes
done it this way. He's been coortin
Harriet this year an more, an all at
onst he finds a girl at Gloucester with
money, who's willin' to have him, bad
luck to her, an he laves the poor era
tur here widout sayin' a word, except
that his business takes him to Glou-
cester; and yesterday she gets letter
telling her he's going to marry anoth-
er girl; an it's been too much for the
poer cF:ltur entirely. | told her
months agune he was half-healted. but
she woultln' t hear IL word against him.
] trust Linn as much as | love him,
the poor eratuu' said. See what her
| trusts come to-"
She darted another angry look at
Yves, apd disappeared into the kitchen.
Eilaen vas crying bitterly; the
yonfg dreSsmaker had been a humble
friefl, and Eileen had been very foni
of her; ard she had been the confdant
of poor IIarictt's love. Mr.. Smith
turned meeeIijy out OF the yard; he
was ve!y fyDrry for Harriet, but her
suicide shocked him
At last Eileen looked up at Yves
! She longcd for comfort in her sorrow,
but her lover had no eyes for her, he
stood leaning against the wall of the
yard as if he had suddenly turned to
stone.
Bridget's words had reached him
quite sufficiently to tell the story, and
her angry looks had carried conviction
with them
Yves's sombre Imagination pictured
Liszen in the place Of the drowned
girl.
He had not written to her for weeks.
Who could say that some chance way
farer might not bear the news Of his
marriage to the little Breton town
near the sea, and so send despair and
death into Liszen's soul? Why had
he not realized this possibility before ?
He did not look up, but he felt that
Eileen was standing near him. He
could neither approach nor look at her.
The thought of her beauty made him
writhe almost with loathing, for in
this moment Of self-abhorrence he for
! got his own pity and Eileen's love.
/ He only remembered the soft, COM
: Portable, self-indulgent thoughts which
| had lured him from his duty. He, a
Breton, reared to hard labor, and scan-
! ty fare, and poverty, had yielded him
t self to a dream Of ease and plenty not
gained by his own toiling. He, too
+, peasant-born, had been SO weak as t.