The Dawson journal., 1883-02-15

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vanished for his ru bier suit.
The rain drove into their faces
and the wind howled through til
dark night like the minister Of
thousand stolms-not for a poo
fisher woman. perhaps, but for one a
good as fair Edith Willoughby, h
should not have hesitated moment
When they came upon the beach thu
waves fairly leaped into their faces
and Edith shivered and chung hal
terrified to her &C mpanion in spite o
herself.
Il believe you had better return
now and leave it to me" he said.
"No, We are almost there. ]
should never forget myself if did,
she answered, catching her breath a.
she spoke. 1T is only you am
worried about 81 am glad to be
able to help you,' he said. And
think he spoke the truth.
Inside the cottage poor Grace
Pooley lay on her hard bed trying to
breathe on little longer, if so the
good God m;ght send some good
friend before she died, to care fol
her orphan boy.
When the door opened her eyes
frightened, and she raised up a
little.
''The Lord bless you for coming
| know He WILL" she, said as Edith
threw off her wet covering aud went
toward her
''rhis is only one of the boarders
who came with me, she said in reply
to the woman'e questioning look.
81 should have come to-day had l
known that you were worse"
She sat down beside the bed, and
Arson Grey watched her as she spoke
in low, tender voice to the grateful
woman. Among the words which
she could distinguish was a promise
to be kind to Jamie, and when the
old woman who seemed to be nurse
came up to administer something,
and in half whisper asked Filth to
pray with them, he began to think
he was in another world. And it
was another to HIM truly. Surely
she would never do that But she
dill. Kneeling upon the bare floor,
clasping her white hands, she sent
up such a prayer for help and
strength as Arson Grey had never
dreamed of hearing before.
After that night Arson Grey knew
where his heart was, but for his life
he dared not approach Edith. She
seemed an unreasonable distance
from such as he, but he cherished
the memory of her prayers as the
one glimpse into heaven for which he
should thank Goo all his life.
Edith's mother was a gay woman,
and sach she meant her daughter to
be, though for her life she could
not keep her from ferretihg and help
ing also, an innumerable number OF
forlorn, poverty stricken people who
had no earthly claim upon her, a,
they went their fashionable rounds
1t was Notifying, even exasperating
but she was powerless to prevent it
They were to be off again soon
Anson Grey heard; but he wouIt
have missed seeing her had he not
accidently met her as she was hurr,
ing up the beach toward their board
ing house on the very day they left
He could not let her go without tell
ing her what was in his heart.
May speak to you moment?
he said abruptly stopping her.
Certainly"
As the words left her lips she sa,
:" hat his speaking was going to be.
"Oh, not that, Mr.. Grey"
Somehow he took courage frol
the quick paling of her lips.
"Yes that 1 love you and want yo
, Tor my wife"
81 am to be married Christmas.
He turned and was leaving heI
when something made her speak.
mir Grey"
He faced her again and she sa,
=, how white and stern he looked.
Had been free you would nc
. Lave asked in VAIN"
"For days and weeks afterwar
= Arson Grey Rugged the memory {
: her look 90 Che Soid +boco u,o,l /