Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1883-11-30
MIRIAM.
"Bsfore dec ,y's eff lcing fingers

sheltered spot called Madeira, which ls
much aHs@ ted by those who love the
gentle gi.,w of the winter sun.
1t was there, upona certain morning.
that Herbert Trevanniou found hi: self
in bath-chair, A fall from his horse
and broken limb had brou .ht him to
Brighton He was horribly bored of
course, andllad he had q sym pathizing
friend, he would have expressed him-
self thus: ...-
"What in the world am to do with
myself in this abandoned placer There
is not ho"ss open TO me; not soul to
speak To; not even woman to love--at
least, not d yood-looking one. And to
think that it will be at least a month be-
fore | can cross q horse! 1t is madden
ing" = s.... ,
In despair he produced paper-the
Daily ,Telegraptl-and abandoned him
self to the charms OF its sparkling coll
umHs.@ s:t.#
He was in the midst Of letter from q
suburban butterman lamenting the DIFF
hculty OF providing. in these hard times,
with a dae regard to their position in
society, for eleven sons lawfully begot-
ten, when the sound OF wheols dis
turbed him. Il was only a bath chair
passing. &An ordinary occurrence
enough. But in this chair was woman
with face which seemed to interest
him, for he fnllowed it with his eye
steadily till it passed away up the cliff
out of sight. Chen he exclaimed:
"What a perfect beauty! She is the
very image OF that Greuze at home.
Who can she be?"
Perhaps he obtained an introduction
to the '.image o. the Greuze" through
the French. chairman, or more likely,
presented Himself sans ceremenie; at all
events, he IL standing mont after.
ward by her side. He is quite we'll now
and able to hnnt, and in fact, ia hunting,
but not the fox. For beauty lures the
fulI-grown child" as effsctually a. the
red vermin of the woods, and as often
as not leads him "a chase Of id Q hopes
and fears" to finish up. alas! with tears.
That the quarry is hard pressed is
evident, for her, lace is unusually pa'e,
snd her voice trembles as she muir murs
in replv to an appeal OF her companion.
1T can not, can not bev'
'Bntif yon will not marry me, what
will you do?"
"Go home and try to forget you"
"You dare not 60 home, for you can
not forget me-"
The ''iiiage' turned her face toward
the sea, and was silent for while.
Then said, "W,,at you tell me is, alas,
too true; Can not forget .you.'
Then marry the Mariaml'
" can not marry yon," she repeated.
"rell me are you engaged to be mar
riedW -
II am not"
"What, hen. is the meaning Of it ALP
"Never mind what it means; enough
that love you too much to leave YOU"
''Pace, then, your hand In mine,'
said the hunter, land will lead you
far away beyond the sea, to where we
shall 10 to one aaother all in ALL"
Again there was q silence. Then said
the woman, ''CIose your eyes for a mo-
ment. Herbert, anu promise me on
your honor that you will never seek to
nor to speak to me again of marriage"
II PROMISE"
Then lsre drew from her left hand
glove, and cast something with a sigh
into the sea-. IT, tss
snow open your eye','s said. land
here is my hand ;. and with it is n Y heart
Let the dead past: bury it's dead. I will
60 away with you whenever and where.
soever you, please"
"In one unclouded blaze of living
Light the sun is sinking behind the rug
ged outline Of Les lies Sanguinaries.
From the bosom of cobalt sea the pur.
pie peaks OF Tardina project themselves
tar into 81 the pale. transparent ether,
whilst broken shafts OF silvery moon
light CLEAN through the chestnut trees
upon the desolate house where, twn
years before, Trevannion bad brought
the fair captive of his bow. They are on
the terrace, watching the dying day. ST"
lently and saoy, hand in hand. thew
note the shadows Of the "isles of blood"
creep slong the sea. y Presently one
speaks-li is Miriam. Ill.,
''I have beer, happy, very happy, here
with you, my we'll beloved, and the
thoughts Of parting is bitter pain; but
my days now, SI know, are numbered"
which she was lying, anti looked steadily
into her tace.gThere was q change he
perceived. even since the morning. He
bad known for many a day that she was
too fragile to live. He saw that the
shadow of death was indeed upon her.
But he answered never word.
You have always been so good and
kind to me-, she continued, "that l
know you will not refuse me another
favor, the last shall ask Of you"
"What is il that you would have me
do for you, Miriam?'
II would have you By and by-when
I am gone take me away from here,
ana iay ms away il the old churchyard.
on the cliff at home; and would: like
you to beg the rector OF the place to
read the service oil the church over me.
The rector, You understand, not the Gu
rate. .s.s Ill d ~ 5s..
He kissed her brow, ana said, "'You
have never told me, darling, where
your home is, s{aS; E.~
q know. But when it is all over you
will learn that from my papers, and the
name Of the rector as vel. J" ts# ss.
Shall / take Won d here noWP Perhaps
you Weuid like to see this clergymanY
d She did not reply, only shivered. The
times strikes cold stssE 4 Think will 20 ID
now Herbert 4, she said present. 7 ;;.I
That nignt shs grew worse. Ia week
the warsderer was at rest.E t1Ss5 hill IL 5s
no Rev J,siah Bmit hers, cid Haven, R---d.
.s5;f Club. Lond on, July
Dear Sir Shortly before the death
Of my wife, which took place last month.
in the Island ofS Corsica, she expressed
a wish to me that her remains should be
removed Ito Eng and and erred in.
the churcllyard of the parish of Old
Haven, the rector Of which Believe
Syou to- be.
Fnrt hermore sne particuiarly desired
that the funeral service should be per-
formed by no other ciergya nam than
yourself.