St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-07-19

! lecleu Tar INTO anu over the Hdlef- rom
an opening in the cliff, large enough to adj
NIT man with ease, proceeded faint light.
/ Without word Jacques disappeared
! through the aperture. Marie, her heart
beating fast, followed.
The cavern. though low at its entrance,
was lofty within and so deep that the far
Their end was invisible in the faint light shed
! by the lantern and a tallow-candle that
burned on projecting ledge of rock.
The ground was stTewn with bales of
| goods. and rows of portly casks seemed to
fill the remoter portions. ona heap of sail
cloth, near the entrance. lay youth. His
head was tied up in an old cloth, his eyes
roved wildly round, and he muttered ineo-
herently.
JACQUES bent over him for few seconds
and then beckoned to Marie.
Child" he said, this poor fellow fell
upon the rocks last night while we were
bringing in the goods. There is bad cash
across the back of his head and his arm is
broken. cannot remain here with him,
and it would excite suspicion IL took him
home. Besides being stranger in the vii
lage, he raves so, now that the fever IS on
him, and there is no knowing what private
matters he might disclose, You must care
| for him; TO YOU confide him. In a few
weeks we slsE be back to take with us this
merchandise you see around. he is well
I by then we can take him on board. Paul
/ has set the broken bones, the fever will be
over in few days, and, once his head be-
/ gins to heal, he'll get on. Unjust be of
now. You can get back over the rocks as
soon as the day breaks. l have seen you
climb more peTilous paths. Your chief
care must be TO attract no notice"
Then Jacques, having trimmed his lantern,
/ departed. A minute afterwards Marie
heard the boat crate again over the sands,
and she was alone-alone with man raw
| ing in the delirium of fever. alone with a
/ duty to be performed. burden which her
| free young life had, as yet, never known.
| The young girl sat down with heavy feel
ing at her heart. What ought she TO do?
She could only listen attentively to the
mans mutterings, hoping that they might
| perhaps give her a clew 10 his wants. At
last she fancied she caught the word water
and then she remembered having seen her
/ grandmother lay wet rags upon sprained
ankle.
Surely. she thought, the same could do
no harm here? She quickly took the ker-
chief from her neck, and, tearing il into
strips. folded it, dipped it into a jar of wa
ter which stood near the sufferer and laid
| il on his burning brow. This she repeated
| again and again; and soon his restless toss
ings ceased, his eyelids grew heavy, then
closed, and his gentle breathing showed that
he slept.
Every morning for weeks afterwards
Marie might have been seen descending the
rough, uneven sides of the cliffs at sunrise,
a little basket containing food for her pa
tent slung round her neck so as not to
| impede her progress. The inhabitants of
Gillette, good, sleepy folk, were too aecuS-
toned to see her scrambling about in this
way TO think it anything unusual now.
AT first the girls duties were very hard
to perform, for her patient was often rs
! fractions and impatient IS a spoiled and
suffering child, and her tender heart ached
| TO see the misery he had to bear. Some
times he lay so exhausted from pain and
weakness that she, thinking he must be
dead, would stand spell-bound in an agony
of dread andhorror until he moved again.
Once, when hewas even more restless than
usual, she laid her cool hand upon his brow.
/ and in a moment he was still. presently
mumuTing in Spanish, That is good.
mother. Now sing to me-" Marie, who
had retentive memory, loved singing the
songs she dimly remembered hearing when
she lay in her infancy on the breast of the
sweet mother who seemed but like n lovely
dream. All lullabies and sweet love-sOngs
| they were, with which the gentle Spanish
mother, herself but child, had huShed her
babe to sleep in the vine-clad cottage i'm
sunny Iberia. Now Marie sang them to
the handsome youth in sweet, cooling tones:
hencefOrward her remedy never failed. So
/ she would sit by the hour, and. when the
! Spanish songs she knew were all sung, she
would sing them through and through
IN
rounded to the full, and began to wane. and
then the sufferer, now himself again. began
/ in his turn to tell her tales of the beautiful.
/ bright world outside Dillette, of which
world she knew so little. She listened, at
/ first with wistful. doubling look on her
/ sweet face, but presently that cleared away
and her eyes began TO sparkle with new
! thoughts as a new world opened to her
heart.
Philippe Alvarez was no common sailor;
. his dark, refined face showed the ''sangre
? aZul'' of historic race. Poor, out proud.
unused to useful labor. he had Joined the
band of smugglers of which Jacques POu-
teauX was the chief from chance and re-
manned in it from very love of adventure
/ Once in the tolls there was no retreat. for
his father, on the day he heard of his sons
nefaTious mode of living, drew Il dark line
Z through Ills uINlt III the family register.
I and forbade the members of his household
ever to mention the OutcaSt i'll his presence
again. To that father he was as one al
ready dead.
/ The bright days of that summer month
passed away; to Marie they fed all too
quickly, for she dreaded now the thought OF
returning TO the old life of Loneliness
Tears filed her eyes and her heart seemed.
she knew not why, to stand still at the
thought. Yet her work was nearly done:
she had nursed the sailor back To life and
strength. A few days more and the little
cove would beleft again to the wild sea-
birds aud Philippe would have returned to
his own bright land.
One afternoon the sun shone brightly
down upon the yellow sand, and upon the
still weak but convslescent Philippe
stretched at fulllength'under a projecting
rock. Perched like a sea bird on another
was Marie, her hands claSped behind her
head and gazing in soul-dreams out DER the
dancing waves.
Come down, Marie, and sit beside me.
cannot go to you nor can 1 talk TO you
from here"
The girl left her perch and took the seat
offered her on a large stone, where Phil
ippe from his resting place, could note every
look and change of the mobile face. How
dear it had grown 10 be TO him lie scarcely
vet knew himself. Beautiful he had thought
her from the first-wildly, strangely beau
tiful. The passion in her eyes cleaned
| there still, but il was purified now by the