Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1894-01-18

10 his vessel ne had time 70 renect. n
sudden fit Of rage. 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 two o'clock his wife brought him
his luncheon; at Eve his son came TO
kiss him good-by. and that evening he
set sail again, after having seen the
Harding leave Treport for England.
The following Saturday, after a terri
BILE tempest, the fishing feet returned
10 Treport laden with fine catch Of
fish. Master Fourni err looked quickly
TO see II tho English three. master were
at the quay, but she was n OF there.
Discriminating, he learned that the
Harding had gone down in sight of
Spitehead, and that all on board had
been lost.
Harry Evans, then, was dead. His
wife alone knew the truth; he would
not dare 10 question her; he would
never know the truth-he would doubt
her always
From that time everyone in Treport
remarked that Master Fourier had
grown taciturn; they asked his wifc
the reason, but she replied evasively
that she did not know.
His sailors found him rougher than
before and more varicious. He often
returned TO Treport on Sunday morn
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
Fourier had given orders to return to
port, losing his catch of fish, in order
10 bury the dead.
Accompanie d 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 n
drowned man had been recovered by
SSW OF Spithead, measuring FIVE feet
ten inches in height, dressed in q blue
wooden shirt, trousers OF gray cloth
and neckerehief of red cotton; no
papers, no marks to establish identity;
supposed, from the place of drowning,
In default Of other evidence, to have
been one o the crew of the Harding"
Early the next morning funeral
procession traversed the village and
bore to the little church the remains of
the unknown sailor found by the St.
Laurent Behind the coffin walked the
sailors of the St Laurent, their master
at their head, and behind the men
came the wives or mothers of the
sailors.
The religious ceremony was brief,
but respectfully followed, and the un-
known dead was conducted to the
cemetery by the great family Of sailors
OF Treport, who honor themselves in
thus honoring the remains of others
Get yourselves ready" announced
Master Fournicr to his men; 1--WE go to
sea directly"
Fournier led his wife to a little knoll
few PAGES away from the cemetery.
lie wished to speak with her without
witnesses.
Wife," said he. do you know for
whom you have come TO pray?'
She trembled and pressed her hus-
bands hand. She had never seen him
so solemn.
| Aho mum We htu Juoe puiASu was
Harry Evans-waitr
Nine. Fourier turned pale. Her hus-
band rendered her paper, stained as II
with water,
"Wife, I have doubted you. My pun
ishment Is TO accuse myself of It.
read the letter he dared write you-and
l have been very miserable. The other
night, when this drowned man was
found, alone searched him. ! could
not show TO others, not even TO the
commissioner, the only paper he had
on him, in little bag OF oiled silk.
The water had dimmed IL little, but
read IL nevertheless"
1t was the answer written TO the
handsome English sailor by Nine Four.
nier:
SIR-I love my husband that Is the sole an
swer can make TO your letter ! shall sal
nothing to my husband, for he would kill you
Never come here again.
"Wife, do you forgive me2"
"oh, my poor husband, how you hav'
suffered"
From that day Master Fourier grew
young and gay again; but nothing car
keep him from going out with all sail
set, Translated for the Argonaut from
the French of Pierre Sales.