Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1890-11-07

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.soH. THOR, THOR!'' SIZE CRIED IN a PAS
SION or TEARS.
crystals upon her eye-iashes. Once, she
sobbed aloud, and Thor moved uneasily
and sighed syInpathetically. BY and
by, he began TO beat his tail gently
against the turf; his beautiful eyes
cleaned glad and wistful, but he did
not offer to lift his head. Hetty patted
it in her sleep, and left her hand there.
Sho and Thor were walking over a
wilderness prairie. The coarse grass
Haunted up to her chin, and she would
have lost the dog had she not wound
her fingers IN his hair. Such long,
tiresome, toilsome way it was, and the
grass SO stiff and strong! Sometimes it
knotted about her ankles; sometimes
the boards struck, like whips, across her
face. 4 bitter wind was blowing, and
stung her eyes to watering. In pass
ing, it lashed the grass into surges that
doomed like the sea.
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set burned luridly upon the horizon,
and right between her and it was
doating figure, moving maiestically on
ward. A mantle blew back in the bitter
wind until she could almost touch the
hem: confusing futtcr of drapery
masked the head and shoulders; the
face was set steadfastly westward, and
kept away from her. At long intervals,
a hand was tossed clear OF tho white
foldings and beckoned her to follow.
''And follow will.r' she said, between
her set teeth, to herself and to Thor,
II will follow until ! overtake him or
dier'
And all tho while tho blasting wind
hissed in her hair and howled in the
rampas grasses, and her feet were sore
and bleeding; her limbs failed under
her; her tongue clave to the roof of her
mouth with dryness; her heart beat
faint
Hark! At the upward fling of her
leaders arm music rained down from
Heaven, and the earth made joyous re-
sponse; strong, exultant strains, like an
organ peal, and such vibrant melodious
chimes as Bunyan heard when all the
bells of the holy city rang together for
Joy. The majestic, floating figure turned
to lean toward her with outstretchei
arms, and eyes that gazed into hers as
she had vowed they should never look
again.
.'Oi knew it must be your She said
it aloud, in her raprurous dream. sit
could be nobody else! Thank GoDl
Thank GoD!"
! Thor bounded from under her hand.
g - March Gilchrist's New York
ID .s::-s; s:,cl.elac cousin who WIS
always delighted to have "a good fell
low" drop in upon him on Sunday even
ing. March, in the uneasy wretched-
ness that beset him, honestly intended
to visit him when he took the five o'clock
train. He wanted to get away from the
place for few hours, he said; away
from tormenting associations and pos
sible catechists, and think calmly Of the
next step to be taken. BY the time he
reached Jersey City he had discovered
that he was trying to get away from
himself and not from his home; more
over, that he wanted neither dinner
nor the society of the genial celibate.
lie stepped from the train, turned into
the station restaurant, sat down at the
table he had occupied on the day he
landed from the City of Rome and
missed the noon train, and ordered at
random something to eat.
The longer table built about the post
in the middle of the room was sur
rounded by party of men and women.
The men wore full black boards and
great deal of waistcoat, crossed by gold
ropes. The women had round, black
eyes, -bridged noses and pronounced
complexions. March tried not TO see
them and tried to cat what was Set be-
fore him. 1t made him sick to observe
that Hetty's place was filled by an over
blown young lady whose bang made
definite downward peak between her
black brows, and who had ten rings on
the left hand and five on the right =
He caught the six-thirty train back to
Fairhill. He had made up his sensible
mind to talk over his family to project
imarvelously-wen developed when one
remembers that the inception was not an
hour old when he swung himself of
upon the platform of the Fairhill sta
ition. He would set out next week foi
the Adirondacks, set up forest studio
and begin SERIOUS work" The phrase
jumped with his mood Nothing else
would draw the Inflammation out of the
wound. He meant to bear up like a
man under the blow he had received, to
forget disappointment in labor for a
worthy end, love, in ambition.
He took the orchard in his walk home
from the station. 1t was quite out oil
his way, and he was not guilty of the|
weakness of denying this. He weniI
there deliberately and with purpose.
vaulting the fence from the quiet street
at the foot of the hill, as he had done
on that memorable Sunday when tht
orchards were ''all a-flutter with pink.
One more look at the nook under green
apple-boughs would be sad satisfac.
ton, and the contrast between what he
had hoped and what he knew to be rock
bottomed reality, would be salutary
tonic. One look he must have-a look,
that should be farewell to folly and re
gret.
" AiAO SsAAA s"Shey J ""oJ AAOh1
the arbor he espied something that
looked like mass of white drapery ly,
ing upon the turf. He stood just with.
out the STOPPING boughs fencing the
sleeper about, his face framed in an
opening of the foliage, as Hetty,
aroused by Thor's bound from her side,
raised her eye-lids and closed them
again with smile of dreamy delight
upon eyes swimming in luminous tears.
81 thought it was your she repeated.
in thrilling whisper, and again, and
more edrowsily-"Thank Godi"
| The church-bells, Ginning the half
hour notice Of evening service, went on
with the music Of her dream.
Thor, enacting, second time, the
role Of Deus er machina, thought this
an auspicious moment for thrusting his
cold nose against her cheek.
With stifled scream, she attempted
to rise. and catching her foot in the
shawl, would have fallen, had not