The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1894-02-16

an dCCAuOhUS CetPOdih
''Where?''
ION the third tier. The Norwegian
Bnorgson and Geoffry were working
there"
Kate gave cry. Her face was the
color of the pallid landscape now, and
she sprang up like deer shot to the
heart, while with quivering lips she
gazed at the messenger of evil
SIS he-are they killed?" she asked,
the words falling slowly.
There isn't much chance"
Now in the mine the men were work.
ing with a will, clearing away the
enormous masses of ore and rock. The
only chance for the men was that they
were imprisoned, not crushed, and that
was faint hope at the best Among
the throng of workers was Kate, who
herself worked until her strength was
exhausted. Gang relieved gang and
still the great mass seemed TO become
but the more impregnable. On the Sec
ond day the men paused, for they
thought they heard something. They
listened intently. It was faint rap
ping on timber.
They are alive-at least, one of
Them" shouted a miner. 'To work
with will, men,"
Then Kate, aroused from her stupor,
took her place among the workers.
Back, Lass said her father. ga
stronger arm is needed here"
''My arm is strong. father" she said
They gazed at her and let her have
her way.
''Her sweetheart's there;" said one
Of the men.
''Yes; the Norwegian"
On the third day the tapping was
fainter and then it ceased. The next
morning they reached the men. The
Englishman was dead, apparently
Both bodies were taken to the surface.
At the word dead" Kate, worn out,
1ad fallen unconscious. Suddenly one
IF the men who had been bending over
the Englishman, shouted:
There's life here"
The captain knelt by his side and
heard the faint beating of the heart
Garry the lad to my house," he COM
manded.
When Geoffry came to himself he was
!ying in small room near the window.
Upon the window sill were flowers.
Bending over him was woman.
Someone held his hand; lips were
pressed to his forehead; kindly, SYM
pathetic eyes gazed into his, and their
tender light bewildered him.
"Kate!'
"Geoffry!'
st is you, sweetheart"
at is l, dear"
What did this mean? His head was
now resting on her bosom, the broad,
womanly bosom, of this woman of the
people. Her lips close to his whis-
pered:
GLOW do you feel, dearest?"
''In Heaven, Kate. have had bad
dream"
Hush, dear heart. Get well, for my
sake"
"For yours, Kate?"
Eyes, yes, for mine-for mine"
"Then you"
Love you?" Yes, yes"
my sweet lass! But why
''Geoffry, Geoffry, sweetheart, did
you know your Kate so little you
thought to drive her? You could not
command me-your jealousy could not
force me to be yours-but you may
lead me to the end of the world. There.
close your eyes. You are worn and
weary. You have nearly passed from
me and my life would have been mis-
cry. Think how l suffered, darling,
while you were in that tomb. Then I
knew what my love for you was and
prayed that you might be saved. that l
could hold you in my arms and beg you
to take me and cherish me, I prayed
that you might be saved SO that my de-
votion could undo the harsh words of
the past. Do you forgive me, my own,
my treasurer"
"Lass, lass, pray God I might die
again to hear such words"
"There, therel Speak no more, Geof-
fry. Rest, rest The doctor said you
must sleep. Close your eyes, for your
Kate is watching over you.'
''As may some day watch oyer you,
you, Kates"
tWhile this life lasts. if you will"
kiss me, dear"
For the first time she pressed her lips
to his, and then he slept peacefully,
with flush upon his cheek. When
her father entered he looked at them in
surprise
''Is it so, lass?"
"Aye. father"
81 thought it were the other"
But she only smiled and gazed fondly
at the sleeping man.
The sun went down that night
again in silver haze. Over the hills
in solemn procession the miners, with
bowed heads, carried the Norwegian to
his grave. No funeral hearse, no car
riages were there. Sadly the silver sun
sank out of sight. More wildly the
shaft houses were defined, marking
the places where human beings went
down seeking that which Is in the
earth, where they are born and where
they must die. There is no happiness
not tinged with sorrow. But in the
small room woman, whose face was
touched with silver light, bent oyer the
man with the solicitude that a mother
displays while looking on her slumber-
ing child. Sink, silver sun; fade, light,
from the hills; come, darkness, with
ebon shroud; murmur, gloomy voices,
through the whispering Michigan
pines! There is no night when comes
the day dawn of the soul! For mines
may give out. external things may
change, but there is that which en-
dures forever.-Bohemian, in Detroit
Free Press.
H. =
"a hall haf