Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1888-11-17
That night She went away with Julian,

That night She went away with Julian.
In the spring married Kitty. have tried
to be good and kind, and she and mother
love each other. | myself have in the years
won peace of heart from duty faithfully per-
formed and the self sacrifice that no one but
the martyr himself knows. There is but one
thing more
1t was foggy night in June, and feverish
and weary | walked the balcony to keep
awake. l had rowed Kitty over to the bay
that afternoon, as her father was i'll l
walked up and down thinking of her memory
Marie. Behind me was the blur of golden
light, before me thick gray The sea sob
bed and seethed below, while vibrating in the
deadened air sounded the solemn tones of the
fog horn on far Seguin.
Then it was. framed in an aureole of light,
saw her face. 1t was far away, where l
had first seen the drifting boat. Isaw her so
distinctly that a great cry rose to my lips:
"Mariei"
Mad with eagerness ran into the tower
Would she come hack2 Would that slight
figure with the wistful face come up the old
stairs to bid me once more FAREWELL
Marie cried, nj the dead come back
| you shall come TO me-"
lprayed, Iraved, strove with that mys-
| terry called death. In vain; only that face in
the fog. Not sound of her voice, rustic
of her gown, a touch of her hand. looked
| like dead man in the morning, ashy and
wan. fiung myself on my bed and fell into
a miserable consciousness that was not sleep
| or waking Mother came to me at noon.
"a boat has just landed at the cove,
| Gideon"
''She has Gomez | cried, mad with joy
She has come again."
"Ay, lad" trembling, She has come in
her coffin"
With 4 wild cry ran to the landing On
the point where line of tirelesS breakers
marched in storm and sunshine there were
four men carrying someUhn... A fifth fol-
lowed. Mother caught my arm.
Help me, son, am old and need you, y
she SAID. l stopped and drew her arm
through mine When we reached the point
they had lowered the box into the grave, and
stood with uncovered heads, The fifth man
and he had kind, handsome face-camt
to me.
IL wanted to read prayer" he sale
brokeniy: ''but | could not. vii you
From me it is mocGery."
| took the book he handed me, but l die
not know it then.
''No, no. sobbed: Il loved her, too"
Then it was my mother vino knelt whites
soul of all l ever knew Oh, could all sinners
men or women, be sure that such ar interces
/ | sion would go for them to the great Pardone
of all wrecked lives. Could that pity b
given to fallen sisters in the life! Oh, mothe
t heart There is no faint there-onIy forgive
! ness and charity.
r The sailors shoveled the earth fast to tn
3 brink They seemed superstitiousiy eager t
leave the spot.
: She wished no headstone,n said the ma
. whom intuitively knew to be Julian Ssh
said you would know He turned to mother
l Il thank you, madam. May have at N
last rites a prayer like yours We foa
lightly TO the end that must come; onl
r when we stand by this-an humble mound
do moths1 words comfort our hearts
there anything I could do for your ne wer
on, looking at me.
Nothing from your hand cried
l Eve both were hurt" he said, slowly; ''bl
d / fancy you in the tower have the bett'
a part, lit costs me much to say il 81
:. never loved me She might have loved 20
g faeNtI.
= He went back to his world. ! to the towe
IS When Kitty returned mother must ha'
" cautioned her. for she has never spoken
s the grave to me. give my duty and affa
!, ton to nv vie. am sure she does not u
n derstsnd. am a better husband tn
most Of our men, for she-the wLm,
Kitty hated-tauSht me by her gracio
o presence and gentle ways the little court
sizes OF life that mean much to wives al
mothers.
j. At night when the lamp is lit; when in
the darkness of Hendricks Head light
IT friendly radiance guides sea tossed marine
IL in from the stormy ocean 10 harbor a
II home, give my love and thoughts TO a de
. woman. I think my mother knows,
TO something tells me sne does not blame me
Ae brakes Magazine.