Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-11-22

about the man she loved was true. She'd been
over to the point ana crept up to EN- unbe-
knownst aud seen Roberts and Mrs. Clavering
| together. She heerd him speak words O. love
| to her, heered him say that ez he could never
marry her he never would any one else.
The little one wus sick arter that with brain
fever for most two weeks. and all the time ther
wus but one word she spoke in her rawlings or
ont nv them. Harry. Harry Harry The
doctor told us that onless some thin wus done
| to drive this man out nv her mind she'd
waste away and die; so I went to the hotel
again.
Roberts wus glad to sec me, and said the
reason he hadn't come over to the house wus
| that he s'posed his indifference might cause
Phebe to furgit him. He promised to do
something that day to end it all, and he come
over in the evenin' don't jist know what he
said to her. for they wus together in the sick
room fur a long time. and wus a waitin' here
| to hav. him tell me the result. He come out
| by and by with a worried look on his hand
some face.
"'Mr. Thompson he said. I'd give nv right
hand il could recall the fust thoughtless words
spoke to that little girl. But it's too late
| now-I can do nothing. Good-bver
''And, without sayin' another word, he passed
| from the room and out into the night
| "Ph9be growed wus and wus from that mo-
ment and for Eve or six days wus clean out NV
| her mind. At the end of that time We heard
her calm to us in the same sweet voice we'd
been used to afore she was took down with the
| fever.
".Come to me, mother and father she said,
! I want to hold yer hands in mine, for it'll be
| the last time I'll ever do it this side o. the
grave. I'm goin' ter dIe--the blow is too hard
more'n can bear. more'n can bear'
I'VE both tried to cheer her by speakin' words
| NV hope, but we done it with heavy hearts,
Mr.. Browning, fur we seen that the hand o.
death wus on her even then, that the Dark
Angel was beckonin' to her from the Other
| Side.
| Father. 1 want yer to promise me some
| thin afore leave yer; will yer?'
| "Anythln you says. Phoebe answered.
well, rhcn. she went on, when I'm gone
| 1 want you to dress me in the gownd wore
when fust met him, the white one, mean,
and want yer to place a bunch O. flowers in
| my hand. and with 'em this note to Harry
And she took bit O. folded paper from under
her pillow. When you've done this, put me
IN the boat take me over to the Point it wus
there fust saw him. you know. and bury me
ther. want him to come, and he will if you ask
| him, cause feel as eff could rest caster in my
lonely grave KNOWN he wus near and saw me
covered up. Goodbye, father-mother darl-
! ing, Sood-by G; kiss me, both OF YOU
She put out her little thin arms and drawed
Us both down and kissed us. And before took
my cheek from hers felt the shudder passin'
through her little frame that told me all wus
| over. that our darling was dead, and all the
sunshine and brightness and Joy had went out
Nv our lives to the end O. time"
The old man buried his face in his hands and
| sobbed bitterly. did not speak. for / knew
| no so.ace, burden that must be borne alone.
Alter few moments he resumed:
ne next day We done Jest as she asked lis
| 70, dressed her in the white gownd, put the
howers in her hand, and with EN- the note to
Roberts. The parish priest objected to hav,n'
her buried anywhere but in consecrated
| ground; but es it wus her wish / insisted. and
blmeby he gave in. We sent word to Roberts
| and few friends we had and told them where
We wus goin' ter lay our little one away.
We put her tenderly i'll the boat and Sancho
TOOK his place in the stern. / didn't 60,
couldn't; for l felt that l hadn't strength
| enough to see her laid away in the ground, and
then, too, felt that my place was with the
poor chlidless, heartbroken mother at home
The boat pushed off from the shore and out
INTO the stream, and then, jest like the lines in
tibet thar book
49, 80 the dead,
Steered by the dumb went upward with the flood,
"Only with this one difference, tibet Sapcho
amt dumb. They buried her over Their under
| the pines, and our friends said that the saddest
OF all the mourners gathered Their was Harry
Roberts. II you'll go to the Point tomorrow
and walk from the place wher l met you this
evenln, IN straight line toward Cypress
Point, you'll come to little block O. marble
he put 1t Herewith but one word OH it.
| 'Phebe.'
1nats all. MIR. Browning. that's all. Sancho
has hltched up the team and'll take yer home,
but afore yer go I've got big favor to ask NV
yer, want yer ter give me that-that little
book"
placed my "Tennyson'' in his hand, looked
pityIngly upon his tear-staIned cheeks, and,
with one OF those sudden impulses which
emanate from souls that are truly human. one
OF those bursts of sympathy which can only
spring from the hearts OF those who know. we
embraced each other.
Then taking his hands in mine pressed them
again and again and with fervent Good bless
you! eo)d.bye" passed from that silent house
of mourning. tTHE ESp.1