Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-01-31

egar! The beautiful dark face looked n, =.
anguish as if it were turned to stone, ~
girls tail slim figure quantity dressed IN
straight simple gray gown, a white kerhbi..
knotted around her throat, seemed bent az |
bowed under the load OF her-~despair q.
was thinking, she told Inc afterwards, of M
brothers parting words 10 Miss I,eonhar5t.
few days preyl0usl Heaven help Won nv L
childW Were they prophetic? Softly can.
Bertie's voice breaking the silence.
DO you suffer much, my dearest?n
Not much, nign0nne-a numbed sers.
ton, that is all. Palmer says l shall not M
fer"
Thank Heavenl Have you anything IA
say to me, Guy? Is there anything can n
or continue for your
Low silver-clear the sweet tones werel
"Yes-much BERTHE, you know | va,
warned OF this saviour White Lady-so
Imade my will in town. Tredegar is youn
my darling! BE kind 10 our people there-
when you can't will hurt you yet a while
Come and live there-and do my WORK; and
my dearest, If you ever bring some one thers
to help and guide you'll shall be glad "a
know-that you are happyW
She raised her eyes to his in mute reproaeh
1T is hard for You, my poor pet" he said
"but not harder than for others. All, Beria
there is so much to do and 50 little time TODD
il in! If | had Known An, well. nv
half-day's work is donel Hush. Beruel
Don't grieve-poor dearp
She bent over him and kissed him In s.
lence.
Take care Of auntie Grace--I leave hg
to you; and, Berthe Who is that? Old.
ham! Don't look so grieyed, old felloww
"Oh, Guy, | would have died for your bs
said, bending over him, his very lips pale
with anguish.
Dear Old friend It is better thus. AIz
Leonhardt you win make him happy. Ba.
tie''-with a faint happy smile
"Yonder the silycr-footed light
Is stealing along the sand
Migu0nne, can you siugit forme justoncem
Could She? An, womans love. so strong
and truel Softly the rich voice rose, trema.
lous at FIRST then growing drmer as she went
on.
"Heavy, heavy the laden net
Weary the fishers be;
The stormy hair Of the wind Is wet
And he daSheS his tears in the sea.
DAGilflitQ NIlll NItE tOlll anu NiI-lA ulLuL
Pull, brave hearts, for the land;
Yonder the silyeT-fOOted light
Is stealing along the sand.
Toll for little moment vet,
Sad heart, aching brow;
Loose not hold of the straining net
1t will soon be over now.
Higher and higher the sunheams climb:
Fear not We Sea-beat crew!
One who faced the storm in His time
/ s waiting TO welcome YOU "
Her voice failed, and her head sank for
ward on his breast. He laid his hand tender
ly on the bowed head
Thanks, darling raise me little. Old
ham, tell my people-that ask-nay, claim
all their allegiance, all their love for Bertia
MigHOppe, where are you? 1t is getting
dark cannot see you. Do you remember,
little one, &c qttc-DieU gurdG-est biea
gdrde%'
His head fell back on the tender arm which
supported him; he opened his eyes with one
loving look at her; She pressed her lips to his
with one last lingering kiss; and Guy TTed-
egar the gentle, noble, and true, was dead.
Tredegar Hall is dull enough now; but
Berthe Leonhardt and Jean Tredegar live
there. nobly fulfilling Guys trust Each
lovely face is very still and pale; but calm
and happy are the two fair women in their
lonely home. Perhaps
"They who descry the Lord on the beach
Launch out to the deep no more"
II seems to me sometimes, looking at Der.
tie rs she sits in the old-fashioned carved pew
in Tredegar church, the light from a stained
window above falling on the face so still, so