The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-11-28

she slesps that it requires 90 much to
wake her."
At the instant the door opened Of
itself. She entered. Her lantern IL
Illuminated the interior OF the dark
and silent cabin, and showed her the
water falling from the ceiling as
through the, openings OF sieve. AT
the end of the room an awful form
was lying--a woman stretched out
motionless with bare feet and sightless
eye. Her cold white arm hung down
among the straw Of the pallet. She
was dead. Once strong and happy
mother, she was now only the spectre
which remains OF poor humanity aft
or q long struggle with the world.
Near the bed on which the mother
lay two little children--a boy and girl
slept together in their cradle and
were smiling in their dreams. Their
mother, when she felt that she was
dying, had laid her coat across their
feet and wrapped them in her dress, to
keep them warm when she herself was
cold. TA
How sound they slept in their old
tottered cradle, with their calm breath
and quiet little facesl 1t seemed as it
nothing could awake these sleeping
orphans. Outside, the rain beat down
in floods and the sea gave forth a
sound like mn alarm bell. From the
old creviced roof, through which blew
the gale, drop OF water fell on the
dead face and ran down it like tear.
What had Jennie been about in the
dead woman's house? What was she
carrying OF beneath her cloak? Why
was her heart beatine2 Why did she
hasten with such trembling steps to
her own cabin without daring to look
back? What did she hide in her own
bed behind the curtainf What had
she been steahngf
When she entered the cabin the
cliffs were growing white. She sank
upon the chair beside the bed. She
was very pale; it seemed as il she felt
repentance. Her forhead fell upon the
pillow, and at intervals, with broken
words she murmured to herself, while
outside the cabin moaned the savage
sea.
"My poor man! o, heavens. what
will he say? He has already 80 much
trouble. What have l done nowY
Five children on our hands already!
Their father tolls and tolls, and yet,
as if he had not care enough already,
/ must give him this care more. Isthat
he? No; nothing. have done wrong
he would do quite right to beat me.
Is that her Mol So much the better!
The door moves as il some one were
coming in; but no. To think that i
should be afraid to see him enter"
Then she remained absorbed in
thought and shivering with the cold,
unconscious of all outward sounds,
of the black cormorants, which passed
shrieking, and of the rage OF wind and
sea.
At once the door flew open, a
streak of the white light Of morning
entered, and the fisherman, dragging
his dripping net appeared upon the
threshold, AID cried, with gay
laugh. Here comes the navy!"
"Youl" cried Jenny; and she clasped
her husband like lover and pressed
her mouth against his rough jacket.
Here / am, wife" he said, showing
in the freight the good-natured and
contented face which Jenny loved SO
well.
II have been unlucky," he continued.
"What kind OF weather have you
had?"
dreadful"
"And the fishing?"
bad. But never mind. l have
you in my arms again, and / am salts
fled. / have caught nothing at all. /
have only torn my net. The deuce
was in the wind tonight. At one mo-
ment OF the tempest l thought the
boat was laundering, and the cable
broke. But what have you been doing
all this timer"
Jenny felt SILVER in the darkness.
"I?" she said in trouble. "Oh, moth.
ing; ju IT as usual. Ihave been sewing.
l have been listening to the thunder
of the sea, and was frightened.
eyes, the winter is hard time.
But never mind it now"
Then trembling as if she we're going
to commit crime:
Husband" she said, "our peighbor
is dead. She must have died last night,
soon after you went out. She has left
two little children, one called Wilhelm
and the other Madeline. The boy can
hardy toddle, and the girl can only
lisp. The poor, good woman was In
dreadful want"
The man looked grave. Throwing
into corner his fur cap, sodden by
the tempest: "The deucel" he said,
his head" We already have
FIVE children; this makes seven. And
in bad weather we have to 60
our supper. What shall we
do now? Bah, it is not my fault; its
Gods doing. These are things too
deep for me. Why has he taken way
their mother from these mites?
These matters are difficult to under
stand. One has to be scholar to see
through them. Such tiny scraps of
childrenl Wife, 60 and fetch them. II
they are awake they must be
frightened to be alone with their dead
We will bring them up with
ours. They will be brother and sister
to our five. When God sees that we
have to feed this little girl and boy be-
sides our own he will let us take more
fish. As for me, / will drink water.
l will work twice as hard. Enough
Be of and get them! But what is the
Does it vex your You are
generally quicker than this"
His wife drew back the curtain.
Look" she said.-Translated from