The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1892-06-30
SISTER MARTHA.

miserable little bit Of seaweed that
the tide has left high and dry on the
shore. But to speak with you once more,
to tell you that | always believed In
your better nature is a precious priv
ilege.-
he put down his dark head on the edge
Of the couch, as II ashamed to let her sec
his emotion
ut was damnable conspiracy to sep
arate Us, Vinie. never can tell you the
whole story, IS 1t has been told to me
because my lips are sealed by q promise
made with my hand on the Testament
But It was all made up Of fraud and lies.
And they made me think you believed
the lies. and thought had been triflin
with you 10 lead You TO ruin. and that
you hated me like poison. but now
know was all out in my reckOnin, Wine.
It's as II I'd been to sen years and years
without seein the sun. No notion where
the north staTfvas. either. compass yaried
90. Kept driftin hither and yOn, like
an old abandoned hulk on the current.
Tried to go by dead reckonin, but | was
all wrong. Tried 10 clutch things that
hadn't no comfort In them
"But when you saw the old house
blazing, George, you forgot all that had
come and gomez
"Vinie," said be. solemnly. Il felt as
Il ! could snatch you right out Of the
clutches Of death
but I wasn't worth saving. George-
such o poor creature, all broken and
spent. tied to the chair or to the bed.
George. you might ~ well think of .
dead woman rs Of me-"
Al that moment the old parrot awoke
on his perch. shook himself. dabbed
tiercely at his breast feathers and piped
out, ''ieOrge. kiss Polly"
vinie burst into little. weak. hySteri-
cal laugh. and the captain raised her
pale hand and laid Il on hiA lips. wi
ME. be said, Il swear III devote my
whole life TO you u yOu'1l let me. III
cleanse my mouth Of every foul word and
my heart Of every drop Of gall. III let
nothing come In but yOn. just you. IN
watch over yOu a. 10 you was 4 saint
right out Of heaven and no wind shall
strike you roughly. you poor. long suf-
tering. patient Vine. I'm not the
heather folks wOuld make me. for right
here on my knees feel rs II could
pray and thank the Lord for giving you
back 70 me-"
whats THAR aaid Vinie. raising
her head They listened to 4 kind Of
moaning and scratching At the door, like
q hungry dog pleading to be let in.
'.Cap'n Blight Cap'n BlighT walled q
adistracted voice. where's Miss May.
hewP some say you kerTied her Cd out
the burnin house and some say you
didn't cant find her. She's lost. Oh,
Cap'n Blgh. open the door,
Ann had stumbled into the dark entry
and Captain Bligh took mp the light and
held 1t as Ahe came limping forward In
. disheveled state pitiable to witness
'Merciful mani" she exclaimed o.
soon a. her eyes fell on her mistress. III
you aint a-lAying right here on Cap'n
Blighs sofy. Of all places in this town
the most iinpropereat.
The tone Of waiting had changed %
ono OF sharp rebake. like . distracted
mother who, as soon - she has found
her lost child, begins 70 shake him.
II couldn't find you nowhere. and
thought you was smoke SuifOcated.
tried to rush right into the kitchen
part when II was all Of q light blaze.
They held me back BY main force. and
guess Ct and scratched like tiger cat
Them insurance men. u they choke me,
can't make ma sag how Il ketched.
don't know 10 save me whether II wa
the chimbly burnin out or ashes In q
bari, ! sometimes bed put ashes IN .
barI but was always keerful about