Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-05-11

deed thy name is Love, weigh my love in
thy balance and let II lift the scale of sin.
oh, God os Sacrifice, be not wroth at my
deed OF sacrifice, and give me pardon, give
me life and peace, that in time to come 1
may win the sight of him for whom die. I"
A somewhat heathenish prayer indeed,
and far too full of human passion for one
about to leave the human shores. But, then
well, it was Beatrice who prayed
Beatrice, who could realize no heaven be-
yond the limits Of her passion, who still
| thought more of her love than of saving her
own soul alive. Perhaps it found q home
perhaps, like her who prayed 1t, 1t was
lost upon the pitiless deep.
Then she prayed no more. Short was her
time. See, there sank the sun in glory; and
there, past the sullen, desolate headland,
where the undertow met the wind and tide,
the great rollers swept along. She would
think no more Of self; it was, it seemed to
her, so small, this mendicant calling on the
Unseen, not for others, but for self, aid for
self, well-being for self, salvation for self
this doing of good that she might come to
self. She had made her prayer and if she
prayed again it should be for Geoffrey that
be might prosper and be happy-that he
might forgive her the trouble her love had
brought into his life. She had prayed her
PRAYER and said her say and it was done with.
Let her be Judged as it seemed good to those
who judgei Now she would fix her thoughts
upon her love, and by its strength would tri-
umph over The bitterness of death. Her
ewes flashed and her breast heaved; further
cut to sea. further yet-she would meet
those rollers knot or more from the point
of the headlaud, that no record might re-
main. Was il her fault If she loved him?
She could not help it, and she was proud to
love him. Even now, she would not undo
the past. What were the lines that Geoffrey
had read to her. They haunted her mind
with a strange persistence-they took time
to the beat of her falling paddle, and would
not leave her:
OF once sown seed, who knoweth what the
crop isf
Alas my love, Loves eyes are very blindl
What would they have MS dof Sunfowers and
popples stoop to the wind
Oliver Madoz BrotOn.
Yes. yes, Loves eyes are very blind, but
in their blindness there is more light than
in all other earthly things. Oh, she could
not live for him, and with hint was
denied to her-but she still could die for
him, her darling, her darlingl
"Oh, Geofrey, hear mel die for you; ac-
cept my sacrifice and forget me not" SOL
she is in the rollers now-how solemn they
look with their hoary heads of foam, as one
by one they move down upon her.
The first! high it towers, but the canoe
rides like cork. Seel the day is dying on the
distant land. but still his glory shines across
the sea. 1t will soon be finished now. Here
the breeze is strong; it tears the bonnet from
her head, it unwinds the coronet Of braided
locks, and her long hair streams out behind
her. Feel how the spray stings, striking
like whip. No, not this wave, she rides
that too; she will die as she has lived-fght-
ing to the last.
Ahi that struck her full. Obi OIL Geof-
frey's ring has slipped from her wet hand,
slipped into the bottom OF the boat. Can
she regain it? she would die with that ring
upon her fnger-it is her wedding ring,
wedding her through death to Geoffrey,
upon the altar of the sea. She stoops! oh,
what a shock of water on her breast! What
is it-what is it?-"Of once sown seed, who
knoweth what the crop is?" She will soon
know now.
"Geoffreyi hear me, Geofrey-I die for
you, I die for you'll will wait for you at
the foundations of the sea, on the topmost
heights of heaven, in the lowest deeps Of
hell-whereyer I am will always wait for
your'
1t sinks-it has sunk-she is alone with
God and the cruel waters. The sun
goes outl See that great wave rushing
through the gathering gloom, rushing big
with fate.
"Geofrey, my darling-I will wait"
Farewell to Beatrice! The light went out
of the sky, and the dark rushed down on the
ocean. Farewell to Beatrice and all her
love and all her sin.
To be continued aezt Sunddp.)