Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1888-07-12

While the frown was there, he kissed. for
the last time the two little perpendf 5ular
lines, as gentle ripple of laughter glided
from her lips.
Yes, she family murmured, that was
the funny thought"
Then she sighed and kept silent for few
minutes, r.'nning her fair fingers through
his hair, and gazing with eyes whose
brightness gradually decreased into his
own.
He loved her then wholly--loved her
more dearly than he had ever loved her.
When she spoke again her voice was
weaker, and tho light of sense which had il
lumined her face was fainter.
Il want to make my will, pet. l am so
rich. l want to bequeath my Wills love to
some good woman; for | don't want him to
sadden himself by remembering ME too
MUCH when am gone. l want him to lose
me IN some one eTse, who Is more worthy of
him-though she could never love him, how
ever worthy, as l have. 1t is very merciful
of God to send you here to me at the last
moment. Will-to let me die with my hand
in youss. You must break it very gently to
my poor mother, Will. She has been very
good to ms-she won't grieve as you, but it
will be a great blow 10 her.
Jack will be sorry, too. Shake his hand
for me-kiss herfor me, and go one evening
-one foggy evening--to the dear old city,
| and say 'good-by' for me to all our dear old
| spots-won't you, Will? / don't like, you
know, dear-I don't like the nasty, cold
ground; but of course, think it would be
.ess cold near the city.
"One day, perhaps, you will take your
wife-and you must marry, darling, you
must-I can't bear to think of Your being
| loft oil in ha hief would. al ~
bear to be left alone-my conceited old pet
must he loved and looked at and admired,
or else he is miserable.
so he must fall in love and marry
though he mustn't do so till my little home
in the earth wears OFT, you know-take his
| wife, and, perhaps, some sweet little like
ness of his wife and himself, to see my
grave; perhaps he will say some kind words
of me-perhaps he will say, Poor. foolish
little Emily"
Willis agony was none the less awful be-
cause it was silent.
Every faint, plaintive word she uttered in
the sweet voice of resignation added to it.
She wanted strength and life, and they
were there in him by her side, and he could
not transfer them to her.
So young-so sweet-so good and SO full
of love for him.
She painted for the exhausting fight with
death. Her hold of his neck grew more
feeble; her breath came only by great eff
fort, each rising of her bosom was fainter
than the previous one. Gently he unwound
her arm, and laid her fair head on the pill
low. She closed her eyes; he kissed her
hair, and murmured her name. She only
clasped her little hands in the attitude of
prayer. Her lips moved almost impercept-
IDLY; they sent forth no sounds, but he saw
| tla,., hoe kbo,,l I
so often borne-"God bless, WILL"
Priceless little Emily To the very last,
in the simple prayer she murmured to her
self, his name was brought in, and his
earthly happiness prayed for.
She unclasped her hands, opened her
eyes, and gazed wildly round the room.
Then she smiled and held his hand be-
tween her own, and patted it, and placed it
to her lips. and then she put it to her
breast, and folded hers softly over it.
So for some time she rested with the
calmness of death over her, and with a
happy smile playing round her mouth.
That quiet, quaint, womanly spirit which
had been so pretty part in Emily, was not
to be easily quenched.
For the last time, and on the threshold of
death it asserted itself feebly.
Without opening her eyes, she murmured
distintly
I wonder if the accident smashed it up
as well as me, WHY? See"
He quite understood her.
| Her dress was thrown over q chair near
the bed, and something was hanging from
its bosom, and dangling in the air.
! He placed the something in her hands.
| The glass was broken. and there was .
spot of blood on its small white face.
She opened her eyes and looked at it;
then, as at the last "good-by," which had
brought about this, he saw her with her
left hand resting on her breast, as if she
had some dead bird in that hand, and was
trying to warm it into life.
1t was the little gold watch!
Another quivering sob from him-an a.
most inaudible sigh of relief from her; and
then it fell from her hand.
Yes, pet. It's all over now. 1t has stop
ped forever, Will.
oh, M Cod Oh, my Emily"
kiss, darling rel one!-for the last
time, VIII Good-by, love!"
While he held her form i'll his arms, her
spirit left her.