The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-01-20
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heart bleed TO think of all you suffered
in your youth"
! Didn't hurt me bit Did me
good
Eyes, perhaps it did; but it's n most
unpleasant thing to remember"
Not ut all. / had a jolly time IN
the First Church organ organ-loft. and
was as hearty young fellow as you
could find in my class"
"Well, at least, dear, do not talk of
it now. It's not good style in your
present position. 1t humiliates me
every time you speak of it."
"Tll not mention it down here.
Court has adjourned, and we are at the
beach in search of-pleasure. Ready
for dinner"
"Why, no. I can't go till the trunks
come. I've nothing to wear. You go,
and I'll join you as soon as possible.
wish you'd sec why the trunks do not
come"
"All right. will take little walk
on the beach and meet you at the ho-
| tel"
Judge Gearing left the fantastic cot
tage and crossed the level white sand
towards the beach. There was no
need to concern himself about the
trunks, for q wagon was already UNI
loading baggage at the hotel door.
Like many men who have risen
through a youth of labor to a position
of dignity and comparative ease, he
seldom complained of those who in any
way labored for his profit or convent
ence. The porters would do their
duty. He did it when he
labored with his hands; why
not they? Besides, every work
had its hinderances, The trunks would
arrive just as quickly by waiting for
them as by needlessly hurrying those
who were already, no doubt, doing
their duty. The world was very pleas
ant to Judge Gearing. His life had been
fortunate in that, as far as he could
decide, at this its late afternoon it had
left all its probable sorrows behind.
There was no longer that frightful
struggle for an education that had
marked his youth. lie had won con-
siderable amount Of wealth. lie had
married handsome and fashionable
woman who did the honors of
his house with grace and
dignity. His work was comparatively
easy, and it was interesting If there
was any thorn in his side, it had only
just begun 20 smart in petty, irritat-
ing way that might be only temper
airy. His wife's son had come to his
home for the first time. During the
first FIVE years of his married life the
judge had hardly recognized Royal
iardstickie's existence, except as an
added expense, and it was only re-
Gently that the young man had re-
turned from his supposed studies in
Paris, an idler and semi-invalid at
the very age when in the Judges youth
he had worked the hardest and re-
iolced in the most vigorous health.
He was awakened from these rever-
les by the cry of a sea-bird wheeling
between blue sky and blue water. In
stinctively he paused and looked about.
Before him lay the sea,-calm, smooth,
beautiful. There were gentle waves
tapping the beach in a tinkling mono
tone. He stood with hands folded be-
hind him, gazing thoughtfully at the
water. There was n faint sound OF
childish laughter on the air, and he
looked along the beach and saw sCmc
children playing on the sand. lie
turned away and walked slowly
towards the hotel.
bo1 on,pa To-. ,.ao.s 10
had kept away from the sea. He had
purposcly avoided hearing or seeing
it. Every summer he had gone to the
mountains-never to the sea-shore
His wife had often complained and
said that Everybody went TO the
beach" Her son, she said, needed
sca-air, and had been sent to Wilson'S
earnest solicitation, they had come
also.
| 1t had como back-thc memory of
that one short year of youthful happi-
ness. The sun of his early manhood
life and love had sunk in the sea. lie
had thought that time had cured the
wound This first hour in solitude by
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rible grief of his life. That gray bird
with its plaintive cry had opened the
closed chamber Of his heart. It could
not be treason TO his present wife If he
thought once more of the dead wife of
his youth as he walked beside her
mighty grave, the everlasting sea-
Some day it might give up its dead
He would wait the day of her coming
on some more heavenly shore. He
wondered vaguely II heaven had any
more beautiful scene than this margin
of thg sea. He took a melancholy
pleasure in looking at it,-for her
sake. lie had thought the sight might
bc distressing, as the sight OF grave,
but he forgot the soothing fingers of
time and nature that can make graves
beautiful. She was not forgotten.
lie thought OF her now with only a
sweet and tender longing for the day
when the sea would really give up It,
dead. She would come, but not here,
not now, not now.
An hour later Mrs. Judge Gearing
forn | her husband seated on the hotcI