The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-08-12

that awful silence; only the rhythmical
tread OF the soldiers, the hollow rumble OK
gun-caryiag,s. In the dambness OF abrokell-
hearted city, \ city reeking with blood new
ly shed, the martyr was carried to his tomb
In the great cathedral-last stage of jour
ney that had known so many dism halt
ing-places- from prison TO prison, and then
to the common grave at Pere Lachase, from
there to the bed Of state in tbs Rrchlopisco-
pal palace ard now to the final resting
place among the historic dead.
In the Ru3 CIT lie Ceur life had resumed
its wOnted way, save for one empty place.
Rose was again astr, tho careful manager,
the attentive wife, nursing her baby, busy
with her domestic work, cleaning, cooking,
keeping the little apartment as neat and
bright as palace. There were flowers on
the window-Sill again, a bmcl of flowers
on the table at which Philip wrote or read,
bouquet of lilies of the valley, pure, spnt-
less, telling no tale Of q ruined city, hu-
inflated and impoverished nation. Within,
by the domestic hearth, all was peace.
Philips arm was slowly mendng. Ito was
able even to work little at tho famous
carved sldCboard in his Workshop or TO
bring one of the panels into his wfe's sit
ting-rOOm, to sit there by the open window,
chiselling group of fruit, bird or fish, and
whistling softly to himself as he worked,
while Rose sat in her rocking chair Groom
ing to her sleeping babe.
And Kathleen, the widowed, the heart
broken, what was her life in these days Of
restored peace? She was very quiet. size
bore her sorrow with silent resignation
which was more Iathctc than loud wNimgs
or pass Onate tears. But Rose would have
liked better TO see her weep more. That
blo0dleSs face, those fixed and hollow eyes,
that slow and heavy step-the step which
had once been so light and swift upon the
stair-thOse long intervals of silence and
apathy, were not these the indications of o
broken heart?
Rose Durand did all in her power to com.
for the mOuraer She tried to persuade her
sister to surrender the apar .ment on the up
per story, and to occupy q little room of
Philips workshop; u mere closet; but Rose
could furnish IL, and make il q pretty nest
for her darling; and then Kathleen would
be her child again, always under her watch.
full care. She would share all their meals,
live with them altogether; and the company
of the little one, who showed himself full OF
intelligence, would soOthe and anuse her
"YOu are very good, dear" answered
Kathleen meekly, when this scheme was
pressed upon her; you and Philip have
been all goodness to Inc. But like to live
alone, Just NOW. l am not fit company fQl
any one. And again, tiff" with pro
found sigh, ''if-he should come back, and
fine his rooms altered, his books disturbed
it would seem as If had not really loved
him."
Rose was silent. Till this moment she
had supposed that Kathleen was absolutely
convinced of her husbands death, that the
black gown she wore was the sign of hope
| less wldOwhOOd: but these words told of 4;
lingering hope, and after this Rose no long
er urged her sister TO give up the apartment
1t was better she should go on hoping unit
the thin thread of hope wore out, than tina
she should sink all at once into the gulf o
an absolute despair Better, too, that sht
should have the daily occupation of arrang
Ing her rooms, busting GastOn's books,
opening a volume now and then and look
ing at page, as if IL held his own words
There were pages of MusSet's poetry Whlcl
seemed TO speak to her with heEhusband'
voice, so often he'd he read the lines to he
in their BRIEF married life. She knew al
his books, and knew the measure of his low
for each
Every morning she put little bunch o,
linn -f,,l, h,,t