Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-03-17


toino squatting on it now like B0uapario |
on Elhc."
And what does Antoine get out Of
this said Belgard.
"Foriy dollars a month and his keep
"Why not write him OH u couple Of
shares 20 propitiatc the gods-gifts unto
the needy. chi % thouiandiold-wha
"Xes; 1t might b0 done, BclgIrd
But some ono just thon proposed the
toast Of "Thc Rose Tree minc.' and the
souls Of these mon waxod proud aud
moiry, for thoy had seen tho investors
palm filed with gold. the maker Of con.
quest. While Antoine was singing with
his wife they were holding rovel within
the sound OF Bow Bells. And far into
the night, through silent Choap.idc, o
rolling voice swollcd through much
laughter thusi
Gal lon Ia. rai !, rpllcr
Du iou mois dc mai.
The noxt day there were heavy heads
in London; but the next day also a innn
lay M In the hut ON Saint jean.
Antoine had sung his last song. He
had walked IN the night with start Of
pain. aud by the time the sun was halt.
ing at noon above the Rose Tree mine
he had begun n journey tho record of
which no man has ever truly told,
neither as beginning nor It's end; b.
cause that which Is Of the spirit rOiusoih
to DO interpreted by ihc flesh. Some
signs there bc. but they AFRO brief and
shadowy; the awe OF It 10 hidden IA tho
mind Of him that gooth out lonely unto
/ God.
When tho call goes forth not vito nor
child nor any other can hold the way
farcr back, though he may loitcr for an
instant ON tho brink. Tho POOR medica-
mcuts which Angcliqlo brings avail not;
| these soothing hands and healing tones,
they pass through clouds of the middle
place between heaven and earth TO AM
toiuo. It Is only when the second mid
NIGHT comes that, with conscious but
pcusivo and far oil cycs, he says TO her
"Augcliquo, my wife,
For reply her lips press his chCei; aud
her fingers hunger for his neck. Ihun,
"ls thorc pain now, Antoine"
"Thcro IL no pain, AngoliQuc.'
lilo closed his cyes slowly her lips
framed au ave.
"Tho mine, ho said, "lho mino-un-
81 Tho spring"
ayes, Antoine. until tho spring.
"ilavc You candlcs-many candles,
Angcliquc"
There arc many, my husband"
"1ho ground 81 rs iron; one cannot
dig, and the watcr undcr tho ice is cruel
lis Il not so Angoiilue"
mo ay could break the ground, aud
tho wgtor Is cruel"
"Iou will sec my face until tho win
ter Is gone, my wiic."
She bowed her head, but smoothed hs
hnud meanwhile.
lie partly slept; his body slept, though
his mind was feeling It's way To wonder.
full things But near tho morning bis
eyes opened wide and no said, "SomC
ono calls out Of tho dark, Angoliquc,"
And she with her hand on her heart
replied, at is tho cry Of dog, An
toinc.'
"But there are footsteps at tho door
my wife"
NAY, Antoine; it Ia tho snow beating
upon tho window"
"Thcrc Is the sound of wings close by
do5t thou not hear them, Augcliquc"
"Wings-wings," she faltcriugly said
"it is the hot blast through the chimney
the night is cold, Antoine"
The night "a very cold" he said. and
he trcmbl0d. 81 hear, . my vito, tho
voice Of little child tho voice Is lil,,
to thine, Augclque.'
Aud she, not knowing what 20 reply
said softly, There Is hopo In tho yoicl
Of a child" and the mother stirred with
IN hers aud in tho moment he know ais,
that tho spirits would give her tho child
in safety, that sho should not DO alont
ia tho long winter.
Tho sounds Of tho hnrah night had
coascl-thc swapping Of tho lCGilcg
branches, tho cracking Of the earth ant
tho hoaying Of a rock; the spirits Of The
frost had finished their work, and iuf
rs tho gray forehead Of dawn appoaro,
beyond the cold hills Antoine cried on
gently. "Angcliquc. An, mon Capi
tame. Jogu," and then, no more.
Night after night Angoliquo Lighted
candles in the place where Anton,
smiled on In his frozen silence; an,
masses were said for his soul 49, tn
masses love murmurs for rs dead. TIL,
earth could not receive limits bosom
was adamant-but no decay could toucl
him, aud sho dwolt alone with this, tina
was her husband, until ono beautiful
bitter day. when, with no eyes say,
Gods 10 SEQ her, and no human com
fort by her, she gave birth 10 u mai
child. And yet that night shu lighto,
tho candles at the dead mans head nm,
feet, dragging herself tlithor in the cold
In the early spring, WHOM the oartl
painfully brouihod away tho frost tia
ohokcd 1t, with her child for mourne
and herself for sexton and priest, sh
buried Antoine with MANNED ritosi bu
hers were the prayers Of tho poor aud o
tho pure In heart, and sho did not fire.
because in tho hour that her conrad
was put away into tho dark the worll
was laughing at tho thought Of coming
summer.
Before another sunrise came tho own
oTs Of tho island Of Saint Jean came 4
claim what was theirs, and because tina
which had happened worked upon thci
hearts, they called tho child Saint Jean
aud from that timo forth they mad
him to enjoy tho goodly fruits OF III
Rose Troo mine. --.- 80
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