Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-08-26

this shook their heads with dark and
omlnous looks, for the rein too had
been found in the dead mans grasp
torn clean from the bride bit So the
day passed and ended in fruitless rum
ors; the morrow dawned, and all the
region babbled with the mystery. But
neither the whispering wood, FLASHED
with the summer blood, nor the SOL
emn river thanked BY the quiet mead
ows- nor Yet the unpolluted rin that
came across the place of death as clear
as a stream OF sounding air. gave up
the dreadful secret When the sun
hung midway between noon and night.
they buried John Earling under the
three oaks upon the grassy ridge, look
ing downward 70 the dwelling, and
away over the billowing hills, the riv-
er and the rolling meads- This was
the wife's request: and il seemed IN
some degree fitting, since as
old Jade growled in home
II phrase. with something ike
gathering rain beneath his shaggy eye
brows, He lived above EN- all: he
WIS white. sur, plumb TO the heart
Up there where he belongs True,
too. and surprising indeed. 1t was. with
what CELEBRITY and energy his virtues
were exhumed by the whole communi-
X directly upon the event OF his own
inte-ment. Perhaps the pitiful man
mr. Of his taking Of IN some sense ef-
fecced this unusual -iow OF charlty-aS
in truth i seems upon second consider
;.tion. the reputation Of every man :
largely corrected and purified through
the same chaunel-yet, being fairly
scrutiUiZei h.> honor seemed without
2 flaw. and the manner Of his life en;-
nen-lv Upr Ekt and decent virtues IN
deed impossible 10 oyerrafe IN the
communication of mortal gracas.
That Elizabeth Earring Should notice
Z human yi>ace among all the faces
that crowded the hillside. Or that she
should hear aught o. the bu-.&l Seryi ice,
save the failing earth upon her nus
band : coffin. Or even t,4at she should
feel the kind hands that led her
Goneward Ea> not strange. - grief
beLuu bed We're all her faculties. Her
fine life seemed wholly wrecked. with
such shock mad this n2ea>ureleSS sol,-
row fallen among il tender cords
The heart. 50 sweet a harp and that
infinitely delicate instrument, her
mind. seemed Jared from their exquis-
lie poi>e by this awful stroke. and rem
dercd incapable Of their old-jime har-
monies. Next morn she lay among
her pillows too weak 10 rise. and wan
a marsh vapor. When they brought
the Ieaping child a faint flame lit NJ
her face. much 81 the gray light Of the
sky. falling through q cloui-rifr fleets
across the world but does not move II
Some inward impulse il seemed that
sur-ed into the pale face. but was all
too weak 70 ripple i with : smile: or
lnavhap. Z memory. seeming old 70
her and long forgotten. bur which in
truth was Of The child face but three
DAYS previous. such an eternity had
sorrow pressed into this marrow gulf
Of time. Through q score Of days
she lay quite motionless and spent:
the physician came and went. old Jade
and Grandam Eric watched. tie quick
feet Of HetIie went 10 and fro. and out
under the apple-treeS the perSpiring Alb
SALON. in : perpetual hush played har
leqUin 10 the Growing babe. Then on
Il morning in the mellow October
weather. when the late larks and rob
in> were calling about the --elds. and
the wind came ON of the woods
Ike bath OF some ethereal LIQUOR. she
opened her eyes with a glimmering
look Of reason IN them. and they
brought the child Al sight OF him =
1ilmv smile went over her face. and she
esSaved - stretch out her hands. hut
her strength was insufficient. Nv hat Is
it?'' she whispered And the doctor
said very gently: You have been Ill,
DO not mind. and laid the child be-
side her. cheek 10 cheek She turned
her head little and kissed the child.
and feebly lifted her eyes and EhiS-
pered again: Nv here i john?
He has gone away. said the doctor.
VIII he come Soon?" >he Qucried.
Not soon, answered he.
Then can not I 90 10 him.
YES, tomorrow. perhaps. and he
turned his face away Then the thin
blue eyelids closed and she murmured.
contentedlv: Yes. | viii 90 to-mor-
row. | know he will want me" And
when the morrow came. the spirit that
made her beautiful had gone softly ont
the gateway Of this vast schooling
place, and John Earrings history had
begun.