The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-12-11

ly.
He pressed her to aim with unaccus-
toned force. Never. even In the fierc- |
est tempest. had he suffered as he suf-
fered now. Suspicion, entering his
simple, loyal heart. ravaged ii terribly.
We'll. goodby. | am going to the
harbor. We shall go out with the next
tide. if the backstay Is repaired. Good
n.y."
She accompanied him to the end OF
the street and babe him farewell with
30 frank an eye that he asked himself
if it were possible that such a woteap
could lie.
He was about to 60 to the Harding
when one of the sailors saw him and
came after him. Compelled to return
TO his vessel, he had time to reflect. A
sudden fit of rage. u fight, would prove
nothing, and he would never know the
truth.
So he calmly watched the work OF,
reparation. which was coming on apace.
At Q o'clock his wife brought him his
luncheon. AT 8 his son came to kiss
him goodby. and that evening he set
SatA 1BuIht 0AbCA haF tAE SNNh thS Ao
ding leave Treport for England.
The following Saturday, after a ter
rible tempest. the fishing feet returned
to Treport. laden with a fine catch of
ash. Master Fournier looked quickly
to see IL the English three master were
at the quay, but she was not there.
DISSEMINATING, he learned that the
Harding had gone down in sight OF
Spithead. and that all on board had
been lost.
Harry Evans, then, was dead. His
wife alone knew the truth He would
not dare to question her. He would
never know the truth-he would doubt
her alwaysl
From that time every one in Treport
I remarked that Master Fournier had
grown taciturn. They asked his wife
the reason, but she replied evasively
that she did not know.
His sailors found him rougher than
before and more avaricious. He often
returned to Treport on Sunday norm
ing and left again the same evening,
without a nights rest.
One week he came back ON Tuesday.
and the news spread that the st. Lau-
rent had brought back the corpse of a
drowned man. According to the GUS
tom of that part of the coast. Master
Fournier had given orders to return to
port, losing his catch of fish, in order
to bury the dead.
Accompanied by two of his sailors.
he made his deposition before the COM
missioner, and the latter had him sign
the declaration that 1.-THE body of a
drowned man had been recovered by the
st. Laurent at a point 10 miles SSW
of Spithead, measuring 5 feet 10 inches
in height, dressed in a blue wooden
shirt. trousers of gray cloth and necker-
chief of red cotton; M papers, no marks
to establish identity supposed, from the
place of drowning, in default of other
evidence, to have been one of the crew
of the Harding"
} Early the next morning a funera
7 procession traversed the village and bor'
. to the little church the remains of the
unknown sailor found by the st. Lau'
: rent. Behind the coffin walked TIT
! sailors of the st. Laurent, their maste,
at their head, and behind the men cam
the wives or mothers of the sailors.
The religious ceremony was brief
. but respectfully followed, and the un
known dead was conducted to the Gem
etery by the great family of sailors o
Treport, who honor themselves in thu
honoring the remains of others.
. Get yourselves ready" announce
! Master Fournier to his men. I'VE g
to sea directly"
Fournier led his wife to a little knoll
q q few PAGES away from the cemetery
He wished to speak with her withou
witnesses.
X Wife," he said, do you know fo
, whom you have come Il pray?"
She trembled and pressed her hui
1t bands hand. She had never seen hiI
SO solemn.
THE man we have just buried ws
n Harry Evans-waiti"
10 Mime. Fourier turned pale. Her hni
10 band rendered her a paper. stained
u If with water.
Wife, | have doubted you. M
], punishment is to accuse myself of 1t.
: TGdu Luc lGIC6T uc udTcu W WEAt0 W yoa
10 and | have been very miserable. II
at other night when this drowned ma
IN was found alone searched him. cou
not show to others, not even TO Il
commissioner, the only paper he b,
en- him, in a little bag of oiled silk. IT
,rs water had dimmed it a little, but
have read it nevertheless.
: 1t was the answer written to {
ry handsome English sailor by Mime. Fou
nier:
ne SrR-l love my husband. That is the o
ad answer I can make to your letter. ] shall q
in nothing to my husband, for he would kill "
= Never come here again.
Wife, do You forgive me?'
oh "Oh, my poor husband. how you ha
suffered"
na From that day Master Fourier grt
~ young and gay again, but nothing c
ad keep him from going out with all sa
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