The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1893-09-22

time IN the furnace hsA not yet passed
over.
Aiick found Rocky Poin.s intolerabl
after that day, and sailed 4 " Australia
the next week. while Mary = 'as left BE-
hind To suffer alone the lnsxs. slow tor
ture which seems to form . part. II som
women's lives. Never again did 4 ne SO
her only brother. For some tias, h
wrote At intervals. and then the let& q
ceased. All trace of Alick had dissl
peared. These were dark days TO Mary.
Even whe7 she told me Of them fifteen
years later, her voice was tremulouv
with deep feeling.
Everything seemed giving way In
those days," she said. Father pined
and iretted for Alick, and then, after q
weary time. he died. calling for him till
the last And then sold most of the
things and came here, and opened this
little shop, and felt happier away
from all that reminded me Of the past.
About one year after l came here, I
awo<e up one night out of q sound
sleep. with the sound OF my own name
started and sat up. but all was silent.
Again ! dozed of. and again, Mary.
Nary thrilled through me. 1t was
Ben's voice, and he was in trouble.
rose and dressed, opened the door, and
looked up and down the street; but
there was no sign Of life. except the
crows stalking about in the dawning
light was restless all day. and ere
night wrote to frjendin Rocky Point
to tell her that intended visiting her
next day. When got there learned
strange news. Mrs Rolston had left
her home one week before. and for
some days il was unknown where she
had gone; finally her husband traced
her to distant city, where it seemed
she had joined an opera company. the
manager of which had spent his sum.
mer holiday at Rocky Point. and had
been much pleased with Mrs. Rolstons
splendid voice. She had never been
much attached to domestic life. her
whole soul going out after gayety and
and now she had deliber-
ately given up husband and child for
the life she loved Poor Ren. No won.
der heard his voice in my dreams. but
never again was to look on his bright
lace in life. The very morning I ar.
rived and heard this tale, he went ont
n his boat alone, though warned that
squail was coming up His boat was
'ound floating bottom upwards the next
morning. and later in the day his body
VAS washed up on the beach opposite
lis own door. After the funeral of
erred to take the child with me, Bcn's
mother being now dead, and Mrs. Rol.
tons father being removed to distant
English port; and now Ben . child is al. |
most my own He is his fathers image.
'ut iDherits his mothers voice"
Are you not afraid of tits mother
him?'' said.
OH she died long ago." said Mary,
With a deep sigh.
Somehow, after that evening. Mary
nd drew clio ser together. We had
10Th suffered, and the kinship'o of sorrow
perhaps the strongest Of any. told
er OF my present position of lonely
realth and my longing to. have Ben
ear me.
oh l could not live without him."
hesaid.
Yet when wen. home Z took him
nth me to educate as my son and heir.
nd not long after as Mary could not
We apart from Ben. she consented to
ecome my wife, and though for both
Us the glamour of youth had passed
way, leaving a clearer vision to the
reat realities of life. yet our married
fe has had-a deep happiness in it far
the dreams of youth, though
'cking their wild rapture
Ben has grown up into tho splendid
anhood that his youth promised. and
now an accomplished musician. His
70 has not lost its old straight look.
nd his mouth Is still sweet. without =
ace of cynicism He is - the apple
the eye to both Of us, though God
- given us q little daughter Of our
vn.
To Mary, Ben is the 1. wing link bind
g her with the past. and to me he
presents the beginning of my new
ad life-my Indian summer; and
ten, when hear his full rich voice
nging through the rooms recall the
st time heard il calling: '.Mackerel!
esh mackerel-'-Susie Troland, in
seds Mercury