Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-04-20

or tear II up in a second See. it's here-here.
He tried TO take il when / couldn't speak. but
without murderin' me he couldn't. He thinks
it's a night. though. when I'm gone. Help me
help. she plucked II her bOny neck. The
doctor pulled al a string about her throat. and
drew out a small folded paper. creased and
dirty. She pointed 70 the candle He brought
II. Her quivering hand held the paper in the
fame, and the burning mass went out harm
lessly on the floor. Quick she whispered.
the voice growing almost inaudible: Il want TO
make new will. Write"
The doctor sent kilhraith 20 call in the two
men who were watching outside and he wrote
with pocket pen on a Slip from his memoran-
dunl-book. "An my estate tshe dictated) Ito
kenneth Esme hlibralth. son of Donald Kill
bralth and nephew of my late husband" She
made one supreme effort. secured the pen in
her shaking hand. and wrote legihly. for even
at the last the keen ewes had not failed. Eliza
hilbraith." The two men witnessed the strange
document. The doctor handed IL 70 hilbraith.
''Chubbuck never got tn upper hand. after
al. she muttered; then. with a sort of convul-
sion that was terribly like a malicious smile.
added. "ChubbucK will be ravin' mad" After
long silence she sighed out softly. 'Loike a
violet says Kenneth. pretty an sweet
And then. Heaps o them grow down by the
orchard wall. And so ''babbling o green
fields" she died
The Easter dawn, creeping through the be-
grlmed windows. found kilbralth in a kind of
some wild story, not real experience.
1t was still early when Kathleen Bryce ar
rived quietly. alone and on foot She carried
a bunch of her Easter yiolets. He spoke to
her in the hallway. She went. with sigh. and
laid the flowers ON the dead hands, and then he
took her home.
On the way she said: You're very quiet to-
day. You don't even torment me-"
Take care, answered kilbraIth, making her
color mount with the new audacity in his eyes,
that don't torment you all your life. =
Fanny Foster Clark na RdJper's BGzdr.
Go, Comfort We.
The day was worn. The sabbath eve crept on
And vanished i'm the night-the second since
That deed on Calvary. On, dire the deed
That made the earth to tremble and the sun
Grow black, while Nature turned and hid her
In agony and shame.
And now the morrow's dawn
stretchedup
And hung its timid light above the hills
through the gray shadows, silently two FORMS
The fearful Marys. bent their steps toward
The place, the followed rock wherein their Master
One look they craved on that pale, thorn-pierced
brow
last fond look on Him they loved-on Him
Whose love for them, yea more. for all the world
Outweighed His life on Calvary's top.
They reached the spot. No hindering stone
found they
To block the tomb: but near it. 10. they saw
sight that shook their hearts with fear and 10Y.
Clad in the white OF Heaven sat its messenger,
Whose face was like the lightnings flash. and
Whose words did drop like balm upon their
wounded souls.
''Be not afraid. Why come We here. Why look
For the living 'mong the dead. Co. comfort ye,
For Christ. the crucihed, whom We do seek,
Is risen with the morn.'
Table Tax. -JoSEPH WHITToS