The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1888-08-04

euvfry tones. sang requiem over the
grave OF the father she had never
known. And she would press her lips
10 the miniature that hung by golden
thread from her neck. and murmer
words OF love 20 the handsome man
whose image IL bore. She would sit
for hours by the window where we
placed herand watch the shift ng pan
oramo of busy people In Tho streets be-
low. And when some sprightly little
elf would dance by Ia child sh glce And
would draw her mother gently 20 her
and kiss away the tears which clouded
the brightness OF those dark eyes. for
she knew how |; gricved her that her
only child should be- so unlike other
children. And in MANY pretty.
touching way, the little ono would seek
TO show how little she rocked her own
sad lot. Poor childl she knew not that
child's heart Is nm open book to It's
mother. But when Ada aud / were
alone. she would often say:
'Oh. Eunicc. why must I suffer SOP
II hurts so bad to cough, and yet /
cannot keep II in. And when the doc
tor comes IN the mornings aud sounds
my lungs. rs he says, could scream
out loud; but l do not cry because
mamma Is always there. But 1t hurts
so awful bad"
i could only press my lips together
TO keep back the tears. and presently
turn the childs thoughts elsewhere.
Summer passed. Autumn In the
south. you know IL. far reader. with
its cool breczes tanning away the sui
try breath Of heated days; when birds
OF fashion tlit back from rural scenes
10 brighten the dull city with the
spread OF their gay plumage; when
men 60 back to the dull routine OF
business. revived by the rest they have
taken; and dormant society wakes
from its scep.
That fall New Orleans pulse beat
with fevcrish activity. for IL witnessed
the opening Of the Worlds Exposi-
ton" And right royalty the dear old
city welcomed a concourse such as had
never before graced her doors A con-
course drawn thilher by the grand
pageant IN which all nationalities for
got their differences. and united in
bringing their treasures 10 enrich the
scene. Mrs. Ell otis was the vantage
point towards which the aflluent visitor
10 the southern metropolis invariably
made his way. To a certain number
only she gave admission. No thought
OF golden harvest to be reaped could
persuade her TO incommode her board
ers by an unseemly crowding in OF
other guests. so that while other houses
were swarming with crowds OF human
itv that jostled one against the other In
the small compass allotted TO them as
value received for the liberal stipend
paid. ours was free from these discom-
forts. Father was engaged at the
: Exposition Building all dav and far |
into the night, experimenting his in
terests there.
AS winter approached. Mrs. Elliott
but rarely left Ada. for she saw. what |
even TO strangers was plain. that the |
little bud was passing away TO bloom |
In the garden IF Paradise. assumed |
all the duties and responsibilities of the |
that the mother and her
child might not be parted during the
last days of sad. butsweet companion
ship. To father relegated the collec.
ion of bills. tho payment of dues;
keeping strict account OF each receipt
and every expenditure.
One night he returned no me much
,arl er than was his wont His face
was ashen pale. and his lips trcmbled
with excitement. | went with him to
'est but he silenced NV fears of his Ill |
health. assuring that all was we'll with
him. And then he told me. "Eunice.
shild. | have seen what at first | |
thought the phantom OF dear old
friend to-day. Twice did l see tho fa-
miliar features In tho surging crowd |
that swept by me. | followed. scarce
crediting my own senses; and Mt length
found him--EdIth's husband--my old |
friend, George Elliott Eunice. how
can tell herP''
But" said i. when the first sur
prise was past. show can you explain |
the mystery OF his reappearanceg For
years he was niourned rs dead"
''Yes; but he too. was rescued by n |
good Samaritan OF the deep. and be- |
Iieved his wife was lost. owing TO the |
official stupidity OF which once told
you. The poor woman that was hur-
ried of 10 the Pouer's field as soon
rs the breath left her body, was.
months later dsinterred. and buried |
beneath marble shaft In Georges |
plot ut Greenwood. My friend still |
wore mourning for his wife when met |
him to-day"
so. perhaps, after all some men |
have woman's fancIes." said l.
Father kissed mo tendorly-- go pre-
pare Edith for the meeting. George |
waits anxIously. have told him OF his |
child. he knows that her stay will not |
be for long" hurried 20 obey my
fathers wishes. Something OF the JOY |
! felt nj the anticipation OF tho glad
reunion must hive appeared ia my