Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-05-26

dead past-and where she went to kneel
at the shrine Of her old love.
Twenty-Five years had gone by and
her heart had not changed; so, as she
sObbed there in her holy of holes, she
did not note how even the faithful
mother had gone. and how the calm.
white moon had slowly climbed up and
over each little hag-marked bed, seem
ing to say:
Sleep on, oh, weary SOUL Thy sum
mons has not yet come.
A man came slowly up to the open
gate OF the graveyard-a man OF proba-
bly, so, yet his face was older than his
walk would lead one to expect. His
head had fallen on his breast and he
walked slowly, as If In a reverie. 1t
seemed SO good to get back again to the
home which he had last seen through a
mist OF tears as he had waved his cap
and pointed proudly to the gay, new flag
twenty-five years before.
His had been busy life since and he
smiled little once. saying to himself
that he was growing sentimental when
he, the president Of a mammoth manu-
factory in the East, had stopped OF at
this little Western town Just because
the sight Of it as he was passing through
had brought up his bOyhOOd and memo
ries Of a dark-eyed girl who had, after
all. loved his brother, as some one wrote
him when Charles had died. No, he
didn't care now whom she loved. Only
then, he had hoped she loved him a
little then But now-now; why, he
hadn't any heart now. It's all turned
into stocks and gold" he laughed a
little 10 himself as he patted his broad
chest. However, the laugh was not a
very hearty or satisfied one after all.
Thus he argued to himself as he
went on, following the directions given
him by boy In the town, and stepped
cautiously about to the place at the foot
OF the hill The old scorn had died out
and the world was forgotten; he lived
again the days of his youth and loved
his brother and drew his life from the
eyes OF one young girl.
SO he continued until at his feet he
saw figure lying with the arms thrown
out over the pale roses, and with the
calm face turned full to the moonlight.
He noiselessly stepped nearer and bent
above her. Her low, regular breathing
showed that she was sleeping, and a
teardrop CLEANED like a diamond on
each dark lash. He knelt and brushed
the grass from the face OF the stone,
and read:
CHARLES MILFORD"
1T Is she, he murmured. -She did
love him and thus she comes to him"
Long and earnestly he looked at her
quiet face, like an angels in the white
moonlight; then, gently, noiselessly, he
bent and pressed his lips TO her snowy
hair. Just for a moment, when he
sprung up and fastened away as If
guilty of some crime, laughing nervously
through his white lips, as he whispered:
She is his wife and has no thought OF
me. I shall go back to the world, for
even the world is never so false as a
woman"
While she, little later, awoke with a
cry at finding herself alone so late In
this beautiful, awful waste and ran
wildly out to the street, her white hands
pressed to her throbbing temples, while
her cold lips qulvered and cry, like the
cry Of a wounded bird, rose to them:
I slept and dreamed that Herbert
came to me and kissed me. Obi why
was 1t all a dream2"
Angels OF mercy are always lowering
over Us, but sometimes they only 1utteI
near to Us, instead Of covering US safely
in the loving protection OF their wings