The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-06-14

by hsppenehsnees, il there Is such, and
esme here. When he saw b elethes,
he just tainted like awomaa,"
t-She vas related, lhenF'
The strangers voice was husky, but
the sea air was growing chill
Her father, sir"
He took her awayP"A
-.-He tried O - et told her Of = splen-
| did home he had in New York, for he'd
followed his wife and child. sir. to the
city they had never reached. BE Was
TO go. hit She would not; Hiram will
come here for me- she said, and he
must lind me where he left me-"
'-On what has she liyedP'
'-Sewing, sir, mostly. Tie cottage
was old Mrs. Goldby's. and bless you.
Pearl did not eat much more than q
bird, aud her dresses cost next 10 moth
ing. sat there's no denying she was
very poorrryery. and yet the grand
home and big fortune never tempted
hsT. So her father game off and on 10
see heEAuntil April. An he died, sir.
aiid left our Pearl all his fortune and
the grand house in New York. But
SHE'LL not go, sir; she'll die here, wall
ing for Hiram, who'll never come
The stranger lifted his face that had
been half hidden in his hand. and said:
..fhere was q shipwreck in the Pa
cific ocean. Davy. years and years ago.
and one man was saved-sayed, Dayy.
By savages who made him u slave, the
worst Of slayesi But one day this sailor
saved the life of the chief daughter.
who was IN the coils of a s,uge snake.
\ and the chief released him, More than
that. he gave him choioa spices and
woods. and sent him aboard the first
passing ship. So the sailor landed IN a
great city, sold his presents and put the
gold in safe keePing. Then be Travelled
ill he reached Die town where he was
born. and comingthere Mt sunset. heard
the story of his own life from the lips
Of the man cutting his tombstone"
Not o word spoke Dayy. Standing
erect, he seized an immense siedge
hammer. and with powerful blows from
strong. nplifted arms. dashed tho mar
BILE into fragments. Then. painting
with exertion, he held out his brawny
hands TO the stranger7a stranger no
longer.
I've done no better work in my life
than Eve done In the last five minutes.
HiramJ Go home, man, and nuke
PEARLS heart glad. She don't need it.
You asked me about the stone. The
neighbors drove her to ordering Il.
twitting her that, now she was rich, she
grudged the stone to her husbands
memory. So she told me TO cut IL. Lu,
says, Don't put dead upon it, Davy-
put lost at sea; for Hiram's lost, but
he'll be found and come back to me-
She never looked at it. Hiram, never.
And there's not an hour, nor hasn't
been for ten years. that she hasn't bean
looking for youto come back Go To
her, man, and the Lords blessing b..
upon both Of you"
So, grasping the hard, brown hand.
Hiram Colby took the path to the lit
tie white cottage where he had been
born forty-five years before. The sur
had set and the darkness vas gather
ing. but D little CLEAN of light streamed
from the window 10 his cottage. lie
drew near softly, and standing on the
seat Of the porch. looked over the hall
curtain into the neat but poor sitting
room.
1t was not the grand house, Pearls
heritage in New York, hut Pearl her
self who was there, A slender woman.
with q pale, sweet face, and black hair
smoothly banded and gathered into
rich braids at the back Of her shapely
head. Her dress was a plain dark one.
with white RIFLES, cuffs and an apron
She had been sewing, but her work
was put aside. and presently she came
to the open window and drew aside tho
curtain. She did not see the tall figure
drawn closely against the wall in the
narrow porch, but her dark eyes looked
mournfully toward the sea, glimWering
In the half light EEHga.
my darlingr' she whispered. .'are
you dead. and has your spirit come to
take mine where we shall part no
moreP" N III va
Only the wash Of the waves below an
swered her. Signing softly, she said:
sis my darling comingp i feel him SO
neal TO me. l could almost grasp him." /.
She stretched out her arms over the
low window sill. and a soft voice an
swered her: pearl! Pearlrf
The arms that had solong graspedS
only empty air, were filed then, as Hi i,
ram 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 al
ready awake. SEQ, Pearl, your trust
was hoaven-given. 1t is myself. your
fond. true husband, little one. who will
never leave you again"
ut is struei You have comerishe
cried at last, bursting into q torrent of
happy tcnrs. ~ssI hnew YOU were mot
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 years of separation. but
at last. drawing Pearl closer, Hiram
whispered: II walked from j.. love,
and am enormously hungry" g
And PEARLS merry laugh chased the
last shadows from her happy face, and
she hustled about the room preparing
supper.
Supper for twor' she cried glec-
fully.
The grand house in New York is ten
anted by its owners. and Hiram goes 10
sea n 10 more; but in the suinmer time
two happy people come for a quiet
month to the little white cottage ut
Monkton, and have always to listen to
Davy's tale Of the evening when he was
cutting Hiram Goldby's tombstone, and
ended by smashing It into atoms.
For" is the invariable ending of
the tale. Pearl was right, and We were
wrong, all of us; for Hiram Colby was
lost at sea. sure enough. but he was 20
dead, and he came to her faithful love
ns she alVava said he wnuld