Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1893-01-10

scrip, or previously agtrcd upon besa aeeli the
pleasant The little summer play was.
almost over, and the Raymonds decided
upon going back to town. Helen saw
Delmore once again, and told him 50.
As they walked on The beach together.
in all the wind blown sand, they were
more silent than usual. and each, per
ihaps, was thinking that this was the last
time they should meet.
shall be sorry TO 60. she said,
for Beachhayen has grown very dear
to me.
I viii often think OF you, he said.
e I shall mover see you again. know
Why do you say thatf' she aslSed.
with quivering lips. :. hope you think
enough of me to wish to see me again. p
Think too much of you. for my own
sake, he said in a low tone . So I
too, shaIi go away far from here, where
can forget.
Suddenly she fell to weeping.
Why ara you so cruelF" she sobbed.
g You must see you must know You
act so strangely that / cannot under
stand you. And yet-and yet-ohl L
am unwomanly to tell you but cannot
help It'll Hove you'll love your
1t must not be, he said huskily {" I
love you, but it must not be. must
crush it-fight it down. You do mot
know my past oh, my God. If yon did.
how you would shrink from me r.
a shiver ran through her ut his words.
What have you donei" she asked.
tremblingly. t' Tell me what ft is and
let me Judge"
I cannot, dare not tell you, he
said. can only tell you that my love
for you would be bitter wrong, You
must forget we ever met, And I'll
must leave you'll cannot trust myself
to stay longer. Good-by forever and
God bless you |"
She called to him between her Bohs,
but he did not heed her and strobe of.
For some time she stood there as though
she were stupeied, and then dragged
herself wearily home.
g Why, Helen, what Is the matterl"
her mother at once asked when she saw
her. Are you ill2''
81 am not feeling very well, - was her
unsteady response. / think win so
to my room, -
And there she wept as though her
heart would break.
Late that night Delmoge sat In his
room. with his white. haggard face
bowed in his hands. He had been writ
ing, and sealed letter lay upon tho
table. Suddenly he heard the clalnor of
mems voices, and, going to the window,
gazed seaward. Against the blacllness
of the sky he saw light glare up.
E4y.aaf EIaa rye.,1u .,,iaI oo 1,a
rushed from tho place. There's ship
going ashoret"
The night was dark and wild, and tho
salt spray in his face as he hurried in the
direction OF the nfe.s saving station
What a pity that the men are not
yet on duty, +" was his one thought as he
went on.
BY the time he came up a number Of
stalwart, rugged fellows were engaged
in running out the Hfeboat Almost nm
noticed, he took his seat among them.
Nearer and nearer the doomed vessel
came, and when the boat was lowered
upon the angry sea Delmore was at an
oar, speeding with others on mission
that meant life or death.
There never dawned a fairer, brighter
morning. The waves still ran high,
casting wrecknge on the shore, An
Beachhaven was early ON the scene, and
there was wailing in the air. For the
lifeboat, after rescuing two precious
loads of human freight. had capsizsd
with its brave crew.
Pale and trembling Helen, who had
come with the rest, looked shudder.
ingly around her. She did not know
all, as she gathered with others round
one who had been rescued.
Oh, what a miserable wretch 1 am l''
the man kept saying. He was one Of
those who saved mel saw him at tho
oars. And he was condemned for
crime of which alone was guilty. Dead
now, without one word OF forgiveness
Oh, that / had died insteadl''
"of whom is he talldngf" asked
Helen, sick and faint at heart.
But before an answer could be given
her the old woman with whom Delmore
had boarded came forward and thrust
a letter in her hand.
It's for you, . she sobbed " he left
it on his table. See, your names upon
It. All, how good and kind he was"
Helen quickly tore the envelope apart,
and through her binding tears, she made
out these few words
When you read this shall have gone
away shall never meet You In this
life again. It is better so. Upon me
rests. and viii ever rest, the shadow OF
the prison bars. Though in the eyes Of
the world am guilty Of crime, as
heaven knows, / am innocent. came
here, with my sentence served, to forget
and meet you'll Good-by and God
bless you again and again /"
'f Where is her she wildly cried,
with the letter crushed in her hand.
Oh, take me TO himl''
There was canvas near by that hid
something. A man Ieyerently lifted It,
and disclosed few Of the poor bodies
washed ashore With the sight Helen
1 gave piercing scream and swooned.
For there, with white drawn face, eyes
closed, and pallid lips. lay Delmore dead !
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