The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1893-02-08

man writer and VII whisper. 20
course the child Bot many things your
msjesties are hidden from your wisdom
and your greatn ess and are given 70 Ii.
simple-f0 babies and the mothers O
babies.
II was upon this ssrs night that Fald
ing. the Eng.ishman, sat with other msn
in a London tavern talking ioyously
There has been the luck Of heaven,
he said IN the whole ezp'oit.
We'd been prospecting sos months
As a sortof try IN baek-water We rewed
over one night 70 an island and pitched
tents Not a dozen yards from where Ee
eamped vas a rose tree. Think ofit
Belgrade rose Tree on 4 rsgtag ofLake
Superior. There's luck in odd nam-
beEs.' says Rory O'Nore. There's luck
here, said ], and at II We went inst be.
side the rose tree. What's the result
Look at the prosPeetEs-2 company with
a capitol Of $4,000. the whole Islands
in our hands II week and Antoine
sqatting on It nov Ike Bonapart OF
Eibe-H
and what does Antoine get out Of
thisg said BelgErd.
sForty dollars a month and his keep"
why not write him OF a couple Of
shares to propriats the gods-gifls unto
the needy, eh a thousandfoid-Ehat -
@Yes; it might be done. Belgard-
But some ore Just then proposed the
toast Of The Pose Tree mize," and tie
souls Of these men waxed proud and
merry, for they had seen the investor 5
palm filed vith gold, the maker Of con
quest. While Antoine was singing with
bis wife they we're holding rsvel within
the scGnd Of Bow Bells And far into
the night, through silent Cheapside, a
rolling voice sxeIled through much
laughter thus:
Cal Ion IA, gal le rosier
Du ion mois De NAL
The next day there were heavy heads
in London butthe next day also 3 man
lay III in the hut On Saint jean
Antoine had sung his last song. He
had Waked n the night with start Of
pain, and by the tine the sun was halt
ing at neon above the Rose Tree nine
be had begun journey the record O.
which no nan has ever truly told, neith-
er its beginning nor its end becau-e that
which is Of the spirit refusesh to be IL
terpreted by the fesh- some Signs there
be, but they are brief and shadowy the
awe Of It is hidden IN the mind Of him
that goeth cut lonely unto God.
When the call goes forth, not wife nor
child nor any other can hold the way
farer hsck, though he may loiter for an
instant on the brink The poor mslica-
ments which Angelique brings avail not /;
these soothing hands and healing tones.
they pass through clouds Of tie middle
place between heaven and es-th 70 An
tome. Il Is o1ly when tie second mid
night comes that With conscious but pen
sise and far OF eyes, he says 70 her, An
sslique, my wife
For reply her lips press his cheek and
her fingers hunger for his Eeek. Then,
Is there pain nov, Antoine -
@Thers IS 10 pain, Angeliqas."
BE closed his eyes slowly; her lips
framed an Ave.
The mine" he said, ~the mins-unsil
the spring"
~Yss Antoine, until the spring
"Hsve you esadles-many candles,
Angelique p
There are many, my husband
@The ground is as iron one cannos dig,
and the water under the ice IS cruel-is
it not 50, Angelique -
~No Ak could break the ground, and
the water is cruel"
@You viii see my face until tie winter
Is gone my WIFE.
SIZE bowed her head, bot smOothed
his hand meanwhile.
he partly slept; his bodysiept. though
his mind Vas feeling It's way 10 wonder
fcI things. Bat near the morning his
eyes opened vide and he said. Some
one calls out Of the dark, AngeIique.
And she With her hand On her hear
replied. at is the cry OF 8 dog. An
tome
-But there are footsteps at the door,
my wife
@Nsy. Antoine; is the snow beating
upon the iadow."
There is the soEud Of wings elose By
dost thou Eot hear them, Angeliqus ?"
@Wiugs-wings. she fIiteringly said
at Is the not blzst through the chimney +;
the chimney; the night Is cold, Antoine +"
'.The night is very cold, be said, and
he trem5led- Il hear, 0 ny wife, the
voice Of little child the voice Is ike to
thine. ABgeiiqGe.'
And she not knowing What 70 reply,
said softly, There IS hope n the voice
Of a ehili,r aad the mother stirred with
in her; and IN the momezt he knew also
that the spirits wOuIi give her the child
in safety. that she should not be alone in
the long winter
The sounds Of the harsh night bad
ceased-the snapping OF the lsaaess
branches, the cracking Of the earth and
the heAving Of a roek the spirits Of tbs
frost hAd finished their work, AMI Just As
the gray forehead Of dawn appeared be
yond the cold bills Antoine cried oct
gen'Iy ~A7geiiqne- Ah, mon Cspi-
tain4. Jssu, and then. no more
Night aaes night Augsiiqus lighted
candles IN the place where Antoine smil-
ed on in his frozen silence; and masses
we're said for bis soul-the masses love
murmGrs fJr It's dead. The earth eoGid
not receive hints bosom was adamanl
but no decay could touch hin. and she
dxels alone with this, that xas her hus
band, until one beautiful, bitter day
when, With no eyes save Gods to set
her, ard 10 human comfort by her, she
gave birth to man child And yeI
that night she lighted the candles II tbs
dead mans head and feet, dragging her
self thifher IN the cold
In the early spring when the eartE
IainfaIIy breathed away the frost tha
choksd Il, with her child for mournei
and herself for sexton and priest. sh.
buried Antoine with manned rites bG