The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1888-05-24
CHAPTER xXIX.

Gone were the detectives Gone was the
s.Namovna" with her precious cargo. Gone,
too. Miss Strong, the aunt. even the very
housemads. the grooms, the coachmcn, each
and all were gone and. now, Fairfax was
alone once more in the deserted house, and
tomorrow he too. would 70.
The mellow softncss and golden warmth
OF Indian summer lay over all the land. For
all the sounds that man might make. Glen
Gore and Ed Field were still as death.
Closed were the doors and blinds and the
curtains drawn. No merry laugh. no hap
Ply snatch Of song. no CHEEKY call nor loving
greeting was heard any more within those
walls. Life had fed away with Love. side
by side. and al within was dark and silent
as the tomb. save when the black fly buzzcd
noisily in the window pane. or some stray,
adventurous cricket. cssaying his solitary
song in the death-q,liet room. was fright
Cned again into silence by the unwontcd
loudnass If his own cry.
Throcr., the lattice If ono lone. open win.
dow. half hidden by climbing vines. came
the soft breath Of autumn. laden with fra
GRANGE from the balsam pine. the sweet ferns
or the Indian grasses. Lazy wavclcts droned
on the beach in slow and soothing rythm;
and, far away on the hillsidcs, the herd bells
tinklea family in silvcry harmony. while an
army of chirping insects i'm the grass inces-
sanity sang their sleepy. monotonous song.
Here and there q drifting boat waved its
idle wings of white on the sea, that great
sweet mother and lover of men," who gave
back from her vast, slowly heavng bosom
the deep Aues Of ii cloudlcss sky. blue Us
the bluest-yaulted dome Of dreamy Italy.
Across the way stood lonely Eld-Flcld,
empty and still.
Gone. gone. We're all those happy days
1 Never more to be recalled. Gone with
the sad-eyed Princess. Gone with Dolores
and Max and Medii. far across that wide
waste of waters. Where. alas. where. -
! And Arthur Fairfax, leaning Il heavy,
aching head on tired arms that rested in
the window-sill, peered vainly out into the
soft sunlight. With u sigh. he turned his
| eyes back again and relapscd into sorrow
| full thought.
| All things reminded him of the past
''Old faces glimmerea thro the doors,
| Old footsteps troa the upper floors,
Old voices called him from without"
Bit by bit the stcalthy twilight drew near,
and up from eastern waves rose Il sad pale
moon-he remembered how they sat togeth-
| CT on the rocks only the other night. ST.
lcn,ly watching its silvery beams playing
over tie rolling pillows. Bright enough il
! seemed then-but now: Was she watch
ing it, too! Would it remind her of the
| past.
A tear stole down over his cheek and,
| with bitter sob, he hid his face in his hands
| and wept. Yes. he was crying. this great.
strong fellow. who ever prided himself upon
his stoicism and self-control
All. ha. Arthur Fairfax. how often have
az iypl yalIp.caff the
heart, or not.' What is your answer,
nowl
The crickets still sang in the grass An
owl hooted family in the distance Then
flew bclatcd whip pocr-will and pcrched
in Il tree by the window.
Whippoorwill I. Whippoorwili /" cried
the bird
| Fairfax looked UP.
| A brilliant path Of glory lay Frightening
| across the sea, from the moon 10 the beach.
| and. just where it ended lay IL little row
| boat at anchor, rising and falling Oh the
| long lazy swell - that boat in which
the two had tioated over the moon-iit
waters, and dreamed the happy hours
away.
| Languidly he arose with sigh, and.
closing the door behind him. passed down,
to the shore.
| With thoughts still far away. almost
mechanically he loosed the boat. took tho
oars, and slowly pulled out to sea-tha,
vast plain which bore upon liz surface his
hopes, his heart, nay his very life. Though
| far apart they were. did not the same
waters wash their boats keel; were not the
same stars smiling down upon both.
On, ON he passed. not needing nor car.
| ing to shape his course. oblivious to ever.
thing but his own melancholy reflections.
The moon rose higher and higher. by
| little and little, the shores of the island
| passed into the distance.
| How much farther out to sea he might
have gone. or how much longer rowcd none
can say; but a sudden Earring of the boats
keel, u harsh grating Of pebbles against its
| bottom betokened the fact that his onward
| career was ended.
| YEARLY raising his head and CHANGING
| about, without surprise. as if it were all /,
matter Of course, he slowly stepped ashore
| with the rope in his hand, half-consciousl,
making ii fast to IA large stone close by
He looked around.
| TO BE CONTINUED
| - -
| In the Turkish bill of fare there is no place
| for veal nor pork, although the basis Of al
culinary operations is "A certain kind of tai
! low. Turks are, for the most part. yege,a
rians, meat Of all kinds finding little fuTol
with them