Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-01-23
KINDER Than WORDS
CAN TELL,
Or
A SISTERS SACRIFICE,
BY
MARY CECIL HAY.
BY
MARY CECIL HAY.
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there and finished it for you, for was
thinking that if this same understand
able sea did not roll round US there
would be a great confusion. There
would be no quiet out-of-reach place for
some one to go to for a time when his
heart was heavy with a love which
could never die, but which must be
hidden for a time, and there would be
no place for us to come and get our
beauty back; especially mine, which
entirely depends upon sea breezes.
Why, l looked sixty the day before
came here, and now" she said, push
ing back her hair with a caressing lit.
tle touch and settling her chin once
more, II have quite resumed my orig.
inal attractiveness. And, worst OF all,
pet, there would be no gallant vessel
coming home upon a happy day, land
ing one we love. and making life all
bright and heautiful-far more bright
and beautiful than il the vessel had
never taken him, that both you and he
might learn how faithful a true love
can be; and how it strengthens and
deepens with absence, and gives you
oh! such trust in each other for the
long years that are to be spent togeth-
or! Little one, / love it so"-and the
shadow came once more into her eyes
as she turned them to the sea- ''that
L can never bear to think of that one
promise, and there shall be no more
sea-"
There is a verse somewhere, dear,
il you remember, that says, there is
sorrow on the sea- and perhaps that
other assurance is given because we
hardly fancy a sea without sorrow up
on it. Don't you think SOP" Lena
asked, unwilling that any thought
should be a sad one for George.
II don't know" replied George,
without turning. 81 think that verse
must be in Lamentations; the idea is
in itself q lamentation. Do you re-
member the sea last night as we
scratched itp Didn't it rem'nd you OF
the sea of glass min2l, with tirep 1
hope this is the sea st. John meant.
Oh! / hope it will be this very seal"
There was a long silence after that.
for both sisters seemed to have fallen
into a deep reflection and forgotten
each other, while a broad figure hesi-
tated a few minutes, on the cliff road
behind, then turned and came down
upon them in their fastness, resting
one arm upon tho wall under which
Lena sat.
Il won't interrupt you, ladies'" said
the intruder. IL dare say you're read
ing; but I'm old Dinah, that you were
talking to last night"
Lena gave her a pleasant smile.
1--WE remember you well," said
George, land we enjoyed your
shrimps so much"
THANK ye for saying SO, ma'am.
Indeed, the words are more than the
money to me, and that's saying a good
deal"
"You deserve BOTH" said George,
lend | don't see why you should not
have both"
.sBut | didn't come for neither, beg
ging your pardon, ma'am," said Dinah.
majestically folding her arms with a
placid air of content, but not attempt
ing to explain any other cause for her
visit.
"You will bring US some more soon,
1 hope" said George, all the
pleasantly because she feared she was
chatting unkind at the interruption.
''Have you far tt ring themp"
"Oh! no, ma'am, l only live in the
Upper Brick Hill. 'Tisn't a purity
place, but tits clean and wholesome"
"Hsve you any childrenp" asked
Lena.
''Only five living. I've had ten"
''Do they live with youP"
"Only one, ma'am," said Dinah, and
and her voice softened unconsciously
''that's Joel. He's never had the use OF
his feet since he was born. Poor Joel!
he's my n comfort. He must have
been given me for that, for life's hard
to him, my poor lad"
What does he dop" asked George
her face full of sympathy.
''He can do most things, ma'am; he
reads like the parson-'deed l like
Joel's reading a deal better nor Mr..
Morgins's; 'tisn't so fast, and he
doesn't rise it so high. And he sings
he'll sing me to a fast sleep, if l only
Just sit and listen to him after a days
walking; and he draws anything he
thinks of with his pencil, only he calls
that expense. and no ses it isn't good