San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1890-03-20

"The light In the east has gone out" he
would sometimes say TO his friends. II
thought 1t was morning, and beboldi h
IL midnight"
About the time Of the death Of NJ.
Alfred Eugene La Londe the Secords left
Montreal and came 10 Kingston to reside.
Mr.. Carpenter came with them.
The family decided to spend the sum-
mer Of 1885 in camp at Massassagua
Point, and Mr.. Carpenter-now nearly
20 years Of age-agreed to accompany
them. So preparations were made and
tho party pitched five tents on one Of the
most charming spots Of this charming
Ontario.
The tents were pitched close to the Bay
Of Quinte. All night the warm winds
swayed gently to and fro the white canvas
walls, and brought the sounds OF steam-
ships as they plowed the smooth surface
of the bay. Boat after boat passed by
on its way to Montreal. Sometimes the
sounds of musical instruments were
heard. Sometimes voices sang in ex-
quisite harmonies, that echoed among the
trees stretching for three miles back Of
the tents. The moon rose over the bay
in solemn beauty, and gave her light 50
generously that no lamps were needed
within the white walls. When all else
was quiet there still could be heard the
tapping of the waves upon the pebbled
beach, and the occasional splashing OF a
fish in the bay.
Mr.. Carpenter rose at daybreak every
morning and, passing Mrs. Secord's tent,
wandered up and down thebeach. "He is
waiting for the SUNRISE" the lady would
say to her husband as, drawing aside the
door of her tent, she would watch the old
man upon the shore, his long white beard
blown aside by the wind that freshened
from the south.
Mime. La Londe arrived in August.
"Does he expect me?" she asked Of her
sister when they were alone.
"Not today" answered Mrs. Secord;
''he knows that you are coming, but Ibid
not tell him just when you would be
here"
Then followed considerable planning as
to how the gentleman should be Informed
of the arrival of his old sweetheart. Alice's
impulse was to rush to him at once. Il
must see him." she cried. II have waited
twenty years, and that is long enough"
"But, my child" answered Mrs. Secord,
"the morning never breaks suddenly, the
transition would be too severe, it would
be painful. We must give him the gray
of the morning first and then the golden
sunrise"
1t was now late in the afternoon, SO it
was decided that Mrs. Secord should
spend the night with her sister in the tent
prepared for her, and Alice should awaken
at daybreak, dress herself, and, just as
Mr.. Carpenter was passing, allow him to
hear her voice in some old, familiar song
The family thought the arrangement a
fine one, and SO the little widow was kept
out of sight all the evening. Mr.. Carpen-
ter thought he noticed an unusual ex-
citement on the part of different men,
bers of the family, and he said to himself:
"She is coming! There is light in the
east!"
The next morning was glorious one
The air was sweet with q fragrance of
wild flowers, and the soft breeze brought
the sound of sheep bells from the distant
fold. When Mr.. Carpenter passed the
tent where the ladies had spent the
night, he heard voice which at first he
thought to be Mrs. Secord's, but, listen
ing again, he recognized an old song
which he had sung scores of times
to Alice in the long ago. Could it be
it must be-and yet? The old man held
his head with his hands and sank down
upon a rude bench near by. Then came
the voice again, sweeter than any he
had ever heard, fuller and deeper, and
trembling with emotion, singing the old
song:
There's light in the east; 10! tits morning,
A brighter light shines than tho light of yon
sky,
Transccndentt the beam OF thy love laden eye!
Cclipsing the light of the morning
The world is awake, birds are singing.
melody swceter sing thou to my soul.
And all thro my being the music will roll,
ly heart is awakcl como with singing! .
Long before Alice had finished the
ong the good man had fallen to his
,necs, and, with tears streaming down {
lis face, was now murmuring, God Of
he morning! receive the Thanksgiving {
f heart too full for utterancc." =
Alice gave a joyful cry and rushed to ,
i'm. He held her to his breast for some
then led her away TO his tent.
OF course the family were all astir by
hnt hn III ctn n1
Ir. Secord took boat and pair Of
trong oars, and rowed hastily to Belle {
lille. From there he sent this telegram
} their clergyman in Kingston: "Autumn
nd Winter have met. Come at once" 9
The clergyman arrived that evening, q
nd the next morning, standing beside
le waters of the Bay of Quinte and :
athed in the glorious light Of an un-
Iouded sunrise, these two happy ones :
ere united forever.
Mr.. Carpenter lived until the summer 0
1889. There will never be any more q
ight, he often said; ''it will always be
forming, either here or there" When a
e died the shadows fell around Alice, II
ut only for a short time, for soon she n
osed her eyes 10 the autumnal unts OF ii
sr life and opened them TO the beauties u
an eternal springtime.-Eva Rose .
ork in Toronto Globe.
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ace for go years. No French sovereign has :.
Ter died within its walls, and since l5Ss '
-ery French sovereign who has made IL his z
ole has been compelled at some time or q
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