The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1890-07-03

The sun had gone and the deepening
twilight was settling down over the Indian
plain. In lowly lodge woman lay
upon couch prepared by rude hands. In
and about the room dark forms passed 81
lcntly to and fro, conscious in their husn-
bic hearts that their hands could do for hex
who lay so Still and white no more than
they had done
"Oh, wonder if lie will come" The
words came low and faint from the cosch
''Oh, wonder if he will come They
said they would send for him and oh, I
should so like to see HIM once more before
die. For know now i must go. anil if
l could only see him and tell him-5ust
tell him have found aud followei his
Master, and that l love him still-thcn l
could die"
The relentless fever had well nigh done
its work. Upon this cot lay the one who,
in spite of home and friends, in spite of
all the ties of blood, in spite of all the
world, had left her Northern home and
had come TO this far-away land mot with
the intention of meeting Antoine LIE
Sueur, not with desire to meet him. She
had come to give up the days OF her life to
work among those who were his people,
to do all in her POWER to make If them
what he would have them become, and
now, stricken ere months time with the
deadly fever, the sweet young life was
slowly but oh, so surely ebbing away.
'Oh. will he not come! They said they
would send for him" and the little hands
clasped So nervously the edge of the coarse
gray blanket and the wan, white face,
with its great, round, blue eyes, turned
once more toward the slit in the tent
where tie light from the west still came in
faint, dying glow. Suddenly there was
u movement among the dusky forms out
side, Us in the distance their sharp eyes
saw coming across the dim plain with the
speed of the wind solitary Lorscman,
riding as if for life. lie reaches the
group, his horse is left to itself. few
hurried questions are asked, and then
with swift strides he reaches the tent.
Marjorie"
Antoine.
BY her side, now knecling, is the stall
wart one. and in his brawny hand he takes
once more the hand of her he loves above
all the earth, while with one strong arm
he pillows the head with its beautiful
brown hair. The silent attendant steals
from the room, and once more the two are
alone.
Il sent for you, Antoine, and the words
came so slowly, but they bore in their tones
a wealth of dying happiness, Il sent for
you because / knew could not live. But,
oh, wanted to see you once more before
l died, and tell you that have learned
the way to the Cross. Then. too" and
fainter and fainter came the words, while
across the white lips fell the soft, western
light and revealed smile like that of one
from whom all things of earth had passed
away then. too, WANTED to tell you-just
that l love you-and
now. and now-I am ready to die"
Marjorie. Marjorie, Us the first tears
of his manhood's life fell fast. Marjorie,
l can not let you so; can not, can not"
But there was proof to the eye of the
man trained to many scenes of death, that
the end had come
Marjorie" the word so infinitely
tender, while the light of an immortal love
sLone from his face; Marjorie, have
loved you always. and now do love you
more than all the world. This time you
have come TO me. The next shall go to
YOU"
The light of the day had almost gone,
but the soft rays stealing in showed q
fac, whereon had come strange, sweet
calm. From the lips that moved SO slowly
ca1uc the faint words: Antoine, l loved
You 80, and the little head dropped back
on the arm Of the mourner.