Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-08-11

four men, who proceeded TO her grave. A
shabby looking clergyman, who has charge
OF one of the small churches in one of the
most Insignificant parts of the city, comes
every afternoon to the cemetery to perform
the offices of the church for friendiess waits /
of humanity like these He represents the |
one eternal, unchanging Friend, the one
great DISTINGUISHED, whom we forget in |
days of prosperity but to whom we resort |
in times of trouble.
The four men from nowhere-neither
kith nor kin-at the request of the clergy
| man, proceeded with the body of the
pauper woman to the grave. In the dis
lance is the cart rafting back to the city.
Horrorl What strange movement of the
coffin is thatY One man looks stealthily at
his neighbor. Nothing, of counsel Imagi-
nationi Yet frightfui sensation Expresses
him. To be buried alivel Hideous fatel
| The procession passes somewhat hurriedly.
| A poor old pauper woman; there is no Oc-
casion to be particularly decorous-one
pauper less in the world Much better out
of the world than in It'll No one weeps or
grieves.
Again that strange vibration, as If the
terrible box was convulsed. Paughl Non
sensel Christi what noise. Never such
u sound came from earth.
One of the men in front looks around
with a white face. He meets another pair
Of eyes fixed with horror Before them all
walks the clergyman reeitiBg, Il am the
resurrection and the life" A few strag-
Cling people about the cemetery have fallen
into line as the little band moves onward
Now they are at the tomb--a long, hide.
Gus looking receptacle built against the
brick wall of the cemetery, containing rows
and rows of shelves.
A cheerful looking man with red face,
holding a trowel in his hand, sits beside a
great pile of fresh mortar. 1t is his occu
patton to seal up the ovens, as the ugly
shelves are called.
The clergyman still read. A young child
with gold colored hair that strays from its
mother to pick a wandering vine gives a
little shrek of ecstasy.
The four men push the box into the re
ceptacle A frightful scraping sound min
gled with u most unearthly cry The two
men who had looked at each other again
exchange chances. The face of one is liyid
Another sound and the two simultaneous
ly drag forth the coffin and place it on thu
ground The clergyman stops reading.
Something has happened" said thu
, man who had walked in front of the coffin
1.-THE woman is alive, said the man Will
the dark face, and they began to tear opei
the coffin. The man with the trowel come
to assist. The excitement is intense. VIII
ever heard of such thingr In books,
/ in the medical journals, perhaps, but Il
t life, ueverl
, The men work in hurried silence A
4 length they have pried up the long mails
The dark man tears open the lid, and with
in the long pine box, without any sol
/, of decorative adornment, lies the poo
a shrunken, attenuated pauper woman. IN
light of the moon is brilliant in the sky
n the light that beauties everything bt
the human countenance-is absolutely Vi
: Sharing and intensines the uglness of ii
wretched tolworn face. All look at III
, with breathless curiosity. She belong
a to nobody. She has no friends, No OIL
p knows what to do. Apparently she
|, dead.
After all the noise WAS mistake. II
e man with the white face steps back,
though he relinquished all sense of I
N sponsibility The man with the dark Ia
bends over the woman This act helps q
, of the others to fresh interest. Their fac
II ask, SIS she deady" The decisive man fec
n. her hands; quite cold; her face cold ais
Then with an energy born of conviction
To lifts the woman up, putting his arm und
q. her waist. She is not still at all II
eyes open; she looks at him. The speci
lie tors gaze in shocked amazement, the da
AL man feels faint. The corpse moves, lifts
av thin yellow, hand, then breaks the awi
no silence 10y saying querulously, ii thoue
~ YOU would never hear" then, Get
,o,,,o ,yater u-Marcia Davies in New
ra leans Times Democrat.