Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1889-05-17

solet me afresh: and even when I fel
Asleep my dranis wire troubled and sad,
not sucl, ns should visit the slumhers pf
yne Oh Whom the world smiled as Il did
on me. George Iusgrave. The daw Mug
Of tho new day-my wedding day
however, chased away tile clouds from
my mind. and when ! mounted my horse
10 ride "a Yirmi Sou. attired an q bride
groom should be, my heart was light
and full 81 happy hopp. Edith loved mo
better than | dcscrved-l knew that;
that Il was her fathers intention 70 es-
tublish the young couple on his own fine
plantation, while he and Mm. Warren
returned to England ~ enjoy their well
earned competency.
The day was iine-no rarity IN the
enst-but n sort of silver haze hung ovcr
the peaks noithward, and there were fr~
quent gusts Of ice cold winds rushing
down from gap and pass IN the rocky
range that forms the boundary OF lndi2-
I rode on, and presen ", ffom an angle
In the mountain road, | caught i glimpse
Of the Twenty Springs" as Mr.. War
ren's thriving station was called, Hith
it, gardens and meadows, and the now
deserted plantations. and the empty huts
Of the cOolics. Then | turned tho corner
and saw It no more; but even as II van
ished from my ewes | heard a strange,
deep sound like that Of distant thunder,
the nature of which I could not divine.
Ny horse suddenly snorte,i and reared,
and then stood trembling and could
scarcely be urged forward While was
ia the act of STOPPING forward to pat the
Arabs glossy neck, speaking soothingly
to him the while, there broke upon my
ear a sullcn rOar-louder, nearer, at each
instant, and eliminating in n crash 80
dreadful that the simultaneous discharge
Of a thousand n would have
seemed DLny when compared with h.
Dcafcned. dizzy and confused, | dis
mounted from my frightened horse. now
wholly un~manageable. and hurried on
foot to a spot whence. as | remembered,
Edith's home was in sight. The Dir was
thick with dust and withered leaves; but
as the prospect grew clearer | could see
no trace of the bungalow, Of It's home
stead and gurdens, or of The thriving tea
/ plantations and verdant meadows around
Il. Nainly did l.strain my eyes TO catch
one well known feature Of the familiar
scene. Nothing was visible save q dreary
waste Of stones, mud and rocks k,ling up
half the valley, and above which hung q
cloud Of tawny dust that was slowly sub
siding.
EA I oNDO0 rAAilNAtN BAAAn1 Ni tAS n1NAAN
OF ruin. | caught sight of a man, bare
headed, and with a white scared face. ]
knew him. Ii was the young clergyman
| who had come from Nynee Tai to per
form the marriage ceremony between
Edith and me.
"Mr. EdwardsT" l said. inQuiringly, as
I ncared him.
He caught my hand, covered his face
and burst into tears. Then, for the FIRST
time, l realized what fear was.
'For PHYS sake, tell me allr cried !.
hoarsely. us Miss Wausn-is Edith
safe? What bns"-
"Of all beneath that roof-the roof OF
Mr.. Warren's hospitablo house, alone
am spared answered the clergyman in
broken accents. death, the grin
mower, has garnered in his harvest there.
The cause Of the disaster was but to<
evident. A stone avalanche, or moraine
as Il is called IN Switzerland. had rushed
down from the unscaled heights of the
huge mountain towering above Yirm
Sou, and had overwhelmed all beneath, it
81 caught q glimpse of Miss Warres
in tho garden, as the stony Good burst OF
us with It's deafening roar" said thC
Clergyman. as he grew .calmeT; lit may
be that Gods mercy has spared her life
too"
And indeed ! have much to be thank.
full for, since my dear Edith was found
fainting, but unhurt. ct the foot of q tai
cedar. the only tree left standing. wedget
in between fallen rocks. But the other In.
mates of the house had persisted, MOI
were even their bodies ever extTicateC
from the mighty mausolcum which ma
turc's own hand had piled above them
Edith and | have been married these five
years, but our home is in England, no
in India; and sometimes, when | see Z
shadow come across my wife's fair face
| know that she is thinking OF those whl
sleep below the cruel stones at Yirm
SOu.-Albany Journal.