The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1888-11-08

sadly is there m snrhoraxe in IL
river near, Gideon 7s
mile up" answered shortly
In my vretched s3eep-fof tried I.
lie down. heard mother and Mari
talking hroken1y. At last darkness
fcAme. and /, who had hid myself Al
day, vent up 10 the tower With hear
ing heart i listened listened for ~.
light football on the stairs. At last ii.
fc1n1e. the golden cloak about her
gathering warmth and brightness from
the light She was very pale. he,
mouth dropping, her beautiful eyes q
xoefuify sad.
Il climbed up, Gideon. every step ,
lpain. They have been my Jacob
ladder, bringing ms to heaven ane
peace j have been so-almoSt happy
fou viii not forget me- When III
great yellow eye flames over the sea
you viii think Of me drifting, drifting
IN the darkness of sin and regret as
driftsd that night You and you1
mother win talk Of me sometimes
pray for me, pity me- She covered
her face, <obbing bitterly.
Marie. Marle.n | cried: ssstay with
Us TO the end. You shall not 70. :,
must. Oh, the folly Of fools 4
paint sin so fair that we serseles,
moths fly into its light as a release
from trouble. What Is there for me
but sin 70 the endy ! am q faint on
every honest home. Do not DENY il,
yon give me more pain. You mus
marry the good girl from the bay, and
make her and your mother happy y
Il will not. You try to wiring nv
heart. Marie. You know I love one
woman, one woman only in all the
world. | viii not lie 10 Kitty TO please
you. Is that your revenge-to make
me love you and to toss me away for
her to take the dregs7 Oh. have
heard Of women of your world. Ii i.
play to them to break a simple heart
like mine"
Bear with me only a moment. /" she
cried. with quivering lips. "You love
a guilty woman, forsaken by all the
world. Am then so precious to you
No man would dare marry me, " then
| every day might bring him some one
| who knew. 1t has been tried and the
woman has always drifted back to sin.
There were too many who knew. II
was lifelong battle with assassins.
The day OF my tribulation--hcr
words, dear, kind heart. must soon
be over. Pity me not-bfame me. Say
you viii make me happy. Don't wiring
my heart by making me see forever
| that my coming was a blight--tht
world viii say that-and some day your
mother, stung into anger by your mis-
cry, viii cry curses on me that | shall
know IN my grave" She clutched my
rough sleeve in her trembling fingers
For my sake make the good girl who
loves you happy and your mother con.
tent. Gideon, / shall not suffer long
See the light through my hand; Il
looks like dead hand now"
Forgive me, forgive me-" was all
could say.
Then, dear friend, your mother
has promised me shall have resting
place out there where the light falls
where you can look down on my grave
and pity me. Nights when you are al
alone my wrath shall come and keer
you company"
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 daty faithfully performed
and the self-sacriiice that no one but
the martyr himself knows. There i:
but one thing more.
1t was foggy night in June, and
feverish and weary walked the bal
cony to keep awake. / had rowed
Kitty over TO the bay that afternoon
as her father was ILL., walked up and
down thinking of her memory Marie
Behind me was the blur OF golden
light, before me thick gray. The sea
sobbed and seethed below, while vi
| brating in the deadened air sounded
the solemn tones of the foghorn on far
Seguis.
| Then it was. framed in an aureole
of light, saw her face. TWAS far
away, where had first seen the drift
ing boat. saw her SO distinctly that
great cry rose to my lips. Marie "
Mad with eagerness ! ran into the
tower. Would she come back? Would
that slight figure with the wistful
face come up 10 the old stairs TO bid
me once more FAREWELL
Marie cried, IF the dead come
back you shall come to me-"
prayed. l raved, strove with that
| mystery called death. In vain; only
that face in the fog. Not sound oil
| her voice, rustic of her gown, a
touch of her hand. | looked like a
dead man in the morning. ashy and
wan. flung myself on my bed and
| fell into 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 comer cried, mad with
Joy. "She has come againl"
"Ay, lad" trembling, "she has
come In her coffin"
| With wild cry / ran TO the landing.
On the point where line of tireless
breakers marched IN storm and sun
shine there were four men carrying
something. A fifth followed. Mother
caught my arm.
Help me son; | am old and need
you.n she said. I 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
came to me.
al wanted to read prayer" he
said brokenly, but l could not. VIII
you? From me ii is mockery."
| | took the book he handed me; but
| | did not know il then.
mo, no." ] sobhed; 81 loved her,
| too"
| Then il was my mother who knelt
|swhitest soul of all | ever knew. Oh
| could all sinners, men or women, he
sure that such an intercession would
20 for them to the great Pardoner OF
ali wrecked lives Could that pity be
| given to fallen sisters in the life? Oh
mother heart There is no faint there
only forgiveness and charity.
| The sailors shoveled the earth fast
TO the brink. They seemed supersti-
tiously eager 10 leave the spot.
'aShe wished no headstone," said the
man whom. intnitively knew 20 es
| Julian she said YOU would Know.
ffyeturneti to mother. Il thank you
madam. May have at my last rites
prayer like YOURS. We float lightly
| TO the end that mast come: only when
we stand by this--a humble mound
| do mother words comfort our hearts.
Is there anything could do for your
he went on, looking at me.
Nothing from your hand" l cried
1--WE both were hurt, be said, slow
"; "but | fancy you in the tower
have the better part. Tit costs me
much 10 say il. She never loved me;
she might have loved you. Fare
welli"
He went back 10 his world. t.
the tower. When Kitty returned,
mother must have cautioned her, for
she has never spoken of the grave IL