The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-10-23
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY OCTOBER 92TwEIvE PAGE

NDlcn she probably Drought IrOfns abroad.
or course but one OF the graves could be
her husbands and one, likely, was IL at Of a
child who had died and been laid away by
its father
Whose elsei" asked.
my husband's,n replied the aged widow.
Poor creature! her faculties were becom-
ing dim. No doubt her sorrows and her
length of life had worn both mind and body
nearly TO the parting.
Yes, know" continued | mildly, "but
there are two graves One is your hus-
bands, and the other is"
paused for her to I'LL the blank.
She looked at me q minute as il In won
der at my perverseuess; and then answered
as before: My husbands. None but my
Gilbert's"
And is Gilbert buried IN bothr' sad l.
She appeared as IL going TO answer, but
stopped again, and did not. Though nv
curiosity was now somewhat excited, for
bore to question her further, feeling that It
might be to her . painful subs l was
wrong, however. She had been rather agi-
tated at nay intrusion, and her powers flick
cred for moment They were soon steady
again. and perhaps gratifled with my in
terest in her Affairs, she gave me in few
brief sentences the solution Of the mystery.
When her husbands death occurred she
was herself confined to a sick bed, which
she did not leave for long willis after
he WAS buried. Still longer
days passed before she had permission, or
even strength. TO 60 into the open air.
When she did her first efforts were essay ed
to reach Gilbert's grave. What paug sunk
to her heart when she found it could not be
pointed out to herr With the careless in
difference which is shown TO the corpses of
outcasts, poor Delarer bad been thrown
into hasty dug hole, without anyone not
ing is, or noticing it, or remembering which
IL was. Subsequently, several other paupers
were buried In the same spot and the sexton
could only show two graves TO the discon-
ISOLATE woman and tell her that her husbands
was positively one of the twain. During the
latter stages of her recovery she had looked
forward to the consolation of coming to his
tomb as to a shrine, and wiping her tears
there; and 1t was bitter that such could not
be. The miserable widow even attempted to
obtain the consent of the proper Junction.
aries that the graves might be opened, and
her anxieties put at restl When told that
this could not be done, she determined in
her soul that at least the remnant OF her
hopes and intentions should not be given
up. Every Sunday morning, in the mild
season, she went forth early, and gath
the graves. So she knew that the
right one was cared for, even IL
another shared that care. And lest she
should possibly bestow the most Of their
testimony Of love on him whom she knew
not, but whose spirit might be looking down
invisible IN the air and smiling upon her,
she was ever careful to have each tomb
adorned in an exactly similar manner. In
a strange land and among u strange race,
she said, it was like oommuning with her
own people to visit thRs burial mound.
NIf NoUld aplv kOnuw whioh m band Oumr
when my heart feels heavy" thus finished
the Borrowing being as she rose to depart
then Ii would be a happiness. But, per-
haps, l am blind to my dearest meroles
God in his greas wisdom may have sent
that should not know which grave was
his. lest grief over IL should become too
common luxury for me, and melt me
away"
offered to accompany her, and support
her feeble stepe; bRt she preferred that 1t
should not es so. With lanRuid feet she
moved on. I watched her pass through
the cato, and under the arch; l saw her
turn, and In a little while she was hidden
from my view. Then l carefully parted the
flowers upon one of the graves, and sal
down there, and leaned my face In my
open hands, and thought.
What q wonderous thing 10 womans love
0, thou, whose most mighty tribute 10 the
incarnation OF love, bless thee that thou
didst make this fair disposition in the
human heart aud didst root it there So
deeply that it is stronger than all else, and
can never be torn outl Here Is This aged
wayforer, woman OF trials and grief, de-
crepit, sore and STEPPED in poverty, the
most forlorn Of her kind and yet, through
all the STERN Of misfortune, and the dar K
cloud Of years settling upon har
the memory Of her love hovsrs like
beautiful spirit amid the gloom; it never
deserts her, but abidss with her while life
AbidsS. Yes, this creature loved; this
wrinkled, skinny, gray-haiFed crone had
throb and her eyes to kparkle. Now
nothing remains but lovely Remembrance
coming as Of cid, and stsppinR in its accus-
toned path, not 30 perform its former OBJ
ject, or former duty-but from long habit.
Nothing but that o. is not that a q eat
dsaia
And the buried mamie was happy ia
have passed away as he did. The woman
she was the enc to be Pitied. Without doubt
she wished many times that she were laid
beside him And not emily she, thought /
as cast nay eyes on ths solemn memorials
around me; but at the same time there were
thousands else on earth who painted for the
long reposs, as a tired child for the night.
The gravs-ths grAve-what foolish man
calls 1t a dreadful plaoel 1t Is a kind friend
whose arms should compass us round about
and while we lay our beads upon his bosom
no care, temptation. nor corroding passion
shall have power 70 disturb US. Then the
weary spirit shall no more be weary; the
aching head and Aching heart shall be
strangers to pain; and the soul that was
fettered and sorrowed away its little life on
earth will sorrow not any more. When the
mind has been roaming abroad in the crowd,
and returns sick and tired OF hollow hearts,
and of human deceit-let us think OF the
grave and of death, and they will seem like
soft and pleasant music. Such thoughts
then soothe and oalm our pulses: they open
a peaceful prospect before us. do not
dread the grave There IL many q
time when / could lay down and pass my
immortal part through the valley OF the
shadow, as composedly as quaff water
after tirssome walk. For what Is there
OF terror ia taking our rests What is there
here below 90 draw US with such fondnessl
Life 10 the running OF race-a most weary
race sometimes. Shall we fear the goal,
merely because it is shrouded in cloudi
l rose and carefully replaced the parted
howers, and bent my steps homeward-
II there DO any sufficiently Interested In
the fate Of the aged woman. that they wish
to know further about her, for those will
add that ere long her affection was trans
ferrsd TO a region where 10 might receive
the reward Of its oonstancy and purity
Her last desire-Rnd ID was complied with
was that she should be placed midway be-
tween the two graves.