The Washington times., 1894-07-15

and darted farther. hot and sharp. in my side.
looked at him. He met my gaze with con-
scious smile. which means but one thing in
the world. The blood came rushing to my
head, turning me dizzy.
Il do not know her." Eyes"
''You only want her?' "Only her.
Again that smile which meant so much and
maddeDed me. had halted dead; felt him
pulling at my belt to induce me to move on.
Leave me alone. cried. struggling to free
myself. Let me go. How dare you touch
me? don't want you TO save me. would
rather die. Let me go.''
As he but held the closer for my struggles,
lost all attempt at eelf control: wrenched
violently at his restraining hand, wrenching
myself free.
He made a grasp at my skirt, which leaped
aside 10 avoid for the second time that day
my foot slipped. for the second time 1 fell.
But this time there was no rock beneath;
nothing between me and the raging sea-noth-
ing between the furious waves and me.
When l struggled painfully back to pain
full existence found myself in an unknown
room Many days passed before / had
strength to feel interest in the past, present,
or future. / lay passive. lulled into quies-
cence by the narcotics given me by the doc
tor. who haunted my bedside at this period.
But the dreamy Indifference was not to last;
gradually my faculties reawakened, my pow
ers OF suffering and thought returned.
was considered equal to hearing what must
be told me, and so the story was told.
My mother broke the sad part OF that tale
slowly and considerably to me. But whether
one Is lowered gently into the arms Of sorrow
or flung hurriedly thither. pain wears the
same grim aspect face to face.
II seemed that at the same moment as fell
into the sea the fishermen, of whom had
heard. came in sight. They saw me fall saw
the great wave which engulf I'd me as fell,
saw MIR. Close spring after me. saw him grasp
me by the hair. saw US rolled over and over
in surging breaker, saw n second wave
break upon us and wash us to their very feet
They caught me by the skirt and pulled mo
out upon the rock insensible, and, so far as
they knew, dead.
l was saved, but my comrade. strong as he
was, could make no headway In that wild sea.
He was dashed again and again against the
crags, so that when they found his body some
time after in creek beyond the bay he was
so bruised and hurt. so torn and battered as
to be hardly recognizable.
This was the story they brought to me ard
to which listened. It was the kind of story
which goes drumming on in your ears, always
telling, never told. 1t drags In all the hours
and days of life to swell its fullness. have
not finished hearing it. and my hair is gray.
The winds whisper it in every storm, and the
birds sing 1t. 1t is always near, 30 that
cannot forget.
She has forgotten, that cousin OF his-she
wore widows weeds and made great to do,
and then she married. and is very happy, 60
hear. and very prosperous.
NY sister s, TOO, are married. see them
but seldom; they are no pleasanter as ma
irons than as girls. No one has ever wished
20 marry me-so have little to interest me,
and my memory does not fail. I live alone
quite alone, save for my servant and my par
rot. My neighbors say that Polly and I are
the most cross-graiped old people in the par
ish; this may be true for know nothing Of
the people; they don't come my way, and l
certainly do not wish that they should.
have grown thin. wrinklel. and bent In
the winter feel the cold. l have had mora
to do with tempers than hearts in my day.
and tempers are cold comfort on the road
downwards after all. / wear faded necktie
round my neck. The color was washed out
Of it years and years ago; but IT clings to-
gether still. 1t will last out my time. no
doubt. I hops it may, for 1t Is the only bit Of
warmth feel-sometimes.