The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1893-02-01
SOMERSET, PA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY l. 1893.

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"No," said Milly, 81 am Protestant
1T is a pity" said the woman. "But
madame is good-madame viii under
stand. Around the neck of nom ieur
there he has worn holy..relic. Perhaps
the priest blessed it. I have seen him
kiss il often, and remove il that it
might not be lost. Madame will let me
tie it about his neck il may restore him.
Milly stepped back to give the woman
room, and then she saw for the frst time
what she held in her hand.
A broken tenpsnce strung upon rib
bon of faded blue, with the letter NJ en-
graved on its surface. That tenpence
John Turner had cut in twain eleven
years before. holy relic indeed The
relic of a love which had endured 50 long
in two unhappy yet constant bosoms.
"You say he kissed it often ?'' she said.
81 have seen him" said the woman.
And Milly took il from her and knOtted
the frayed silk about the bronzed throat
with her own hands. Then kneeling be-
side him she looked into the pallid face
AMI knew it,
The youth with smooth cheeks and red
lips like woman had changed into this
black bearded man. Care had drawn
lines upon the brow. Wind and wealth
er had tanned It. Yet it was John Tur-
ner-her John, for had he not worn that
broken tenpence all these weary years?
A great flood of JOY swept over her
heart, and she turned to the wondering
Frenchwoman, and from her bosom drew
her own half of the coin.
Look ;" she sad.
And beinga woman, she to whom that
other woman spoke knew what was
meant as well as though long words had
been wasted upon the tale, for there are
lovers in France as we'll as in America,
and they have parted coins for love tok-
ems ere now the wide world over
And in q woman's eyes, and her throb-
bing bosom, and her changing cheek,
another woman can read by the light
from her own heart the secret that is al
ways our g.eatest joy or our intensest
sorrow.
So after that, without restraint, Milly
showered kisses on the pale lids Of that
frozen face, prayed for his life, laid her
pale cheek to his and ciung to him as
she might in those old days when the
faded ribbon on the broken tenpence
was of bright, true blue.
And sill he lay like a statue carved Of
bronze floating deathward, as it seemed
TO all. And MiIly's kisses could not
waken him nor her prayers move him,
and there was no hope for him in any
breast but hers, so thatit got to be the
talk Of the whole place how the sea had
brought John Turner back TO his old
love to die, and nov she never left him
night or day, bat sat there with his hands
in hers and her eyes fixed upon his face
waen the dawn broke and when the sun
set-at midnight and at noon.
0nly-2nJ here old gossips shook their
heads and girls eyes brimmsd over with
tear4--only to see him die at last.
"But. dear reader, were that the end Of
ny Story would leave it unwritten and
and leave you to guess it for yourself
John Turner did not die. One bright
evening he opened his eyes and turned
them on the face OF Milly, watching SO
faithfully beside his pillow, and asked
family:
as this heaven ~
To Milly at that moment It seemed so.
And ere the Christmas time came the
old church bells had rung wedding
peal, and Milly Gray and John Turner
were made one, and in proof Of the long,
years Of remOrseful remembranees and
weary longing and unfaded ccnstancy
each had but to know that all the while
that unbroken tenpence had been worn
and treasured by the other.-M. d. in
/ BagulO Nslrs.
Native Wit in a Street Gamin.
Wit in the New York young fellow"
| if sometimes brutal, is usually ready and
often Imaginative. An unmistakeable