Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-05-15

must bury sorrow
Out of sight.
Must little weep. Love
foolish meD
And so fall asleep, Love-
Loved by thee.
Godfrey heard them in his heart. Then they
were gone, the vision of Beatrice was gone,
and suddenly be awoke.
Oh, what was this food of inarticulate,
passion laden thought that beat upon his
brain telling of Beatricel Wave after wave
it came utterly overwhelming him, like the
heavy breath OF flowers stirred by night
wind-like a message from another world.
1t was real; it was no dream, no fancy; she
was present with him, though she was not
there; her thought mingled with his thought,
her being beat upon his own His heart
throbbed, his limbs trembled, he strove TO
understand and could not But in the mys-
terry of that dread communion, the passion
he had trodden down and refused acknowl-
edgment took life and form within him; it
grew like the Indians magic tree, from seed
TO blade, from blade to bud, and from bud TO
bloom In that moment it became clear to
him; he knew he loved her, and knowing
what such love must mean, for him il not
for her, Godfrey sank back and groaned.
And Beatricei OF a sudden she ceased
speaking 10 herself, she felt her thought
flung back to her weighted with another's
thought She had broken through the bar
riers of earth, the quick electric message OF
her heart had found path 10 him she
loved and come back answered. But in
what tongue was that answer writl Alasl
she could not read it, any more than he could
read the message. At first she doubted;
surely it was imagination. Then ste remem-
bered it was absolutely proved that people
dying could send a vision of themselves to
others far away, and ii that could be, why
not thisl 10, it was TRUTH a solemn truth;
she knew he felt her thought, she knew that
his life beat upon her life Oh, here was
mystery, and here was hope, for If this could
be-and it was-what might not bel II her
blind strength Of human love could so over
step the boundaries of human power, and.
by the sheer might Of its volition, mock the
physical barriers that hemmed her in, what
had She to fear from distance, from separa-
tion-aye, from death itselfl She had
grasped clew which might one day, before
the seeming end or after-what did it matterl
lay strange secrets open to her gaze. She
had heard whisper in an unknown tongue
that could still be learned, answering lifes
agonizing cry with a song Of glory. If only
he loved her. some day all would be well
Some day the barriers would fall. Crumbling
with the flesh, they would fall and set her
naked spirit free to seek its other self. And
then, having found her love, what more was
there to SEEK What other answer did she de
sire TO all the problems of her life than this
of unity attained at last-unity attained in
deaths
And if he did not love her, how could he
answer herl Surely that message could not
pass except along the golden cord of love,
which ever makes its sweetest music when
pain strikes il with a hand Of fear.
The troubled glory passedit throhbed
itself away; the spiritual gusts Of thought
grew continually fainter, till, like the echoes
OF dying harp, like the breath Of a falling
gale, they slowly sunk to nothingness. Then
wearied with an extreme Of wild emotion,
Beatrice sought her bed again ami presently
was lost in sleep,
When Godfrey woke on the next morning,
after little reAcction, he came to the de-
cision that he had experienced very curious
and moving dream, consequent on the excit
ing events Of the previous day, or on the pain
of his impending departure. He rose, packed
his bag-everything else was ready-and
went in 70 breakfast Beatrice did not ap
pear till it was half over. She looked very
pale, and said that she had been packing
Effie's things Godfrey noticed that she
barely touched his fingers when he rose TO
shake hands with her, and that she studi-
ously avoided his glance. Then he began to
wonder if she also had strangely dreamed.
Next came the hustle of departure EAie
was dispatched in the fly with the luggage
and Betty, the fat Welsh servant, to look
after her Beatrice and Godfrey wers to
walk to the station.
"Time for you to be going, Mr.. Bingham
said Mr. Granger. "There, good-by, good
byl God bless youl Never had such charm
ing dodgers before Hope you will come
back again. Pm sure By the way, they are
certain to summon you as a witness at the
trial of that villain, Jones'"
"Good-by, Mr.. Granger" Godfrey an
swered you must come and see me in town
A change will do you good"
"Well, perhaps may. | have not had a
change for twenty five years. Never could
afford it. Aren't you going to say good-by
TO EiizabetnlM
"Good-by, Miss Granger" said Godfrey
politely MANY thanks for all your kind
ness. hope we shall meet again"
do you!" answered Elizabeth; $50 do !.
am sure that we shall meet again, and | am
sure that | shall be glad 10 see you when we
do, Mr.. Bingham she added darl1ly.
In another minute he had left the vicar
age and, with Beatrice at his side, was walk
ing smartly toward the station.
'This is very melancholy" he said, after a
few moments silence.
"Going away generally is, she answered.
''either for those who go or those who stay
behind, y she added.
"Or for both he said.
Then came another pause; he broke it,
Miss Beatrice. may write TO youf
Certainly, if you like.
''And viii you answer my lettersr
Eyes, will answer them"
IF had my way, then, you should spend
a good deal of your time in writing he said
''You don't know, " he added earnestly, what
a delight it has been to me 10 learn to know
you. have had no greater pleasure in my
life"
81 am glad,n Beatrice answered shortly.
"By the way" Godfrey said presently,
tsthere is Something | wnnt 10 ask Won Won