The Dickinson press., 1895-01-12

uleO sk9n.-W1t6 tn4t."
!! Sobs we're her only answer. perhaps
1t is hest 50. after all" he sail, at
length. Il am glad to see you once
more, Gonna; glad eve though 1 think
Il the wasted years that might have
Deen 80 happy for us-had I been
more trustful for you do car for me
4 little, Genna, do you not?"
"Oh, my love, my dear" she sobbed
in her great anguish, 'more than for
life, more than for anything on the
whole wide earth"
His eyes turned On her with a glad
ness beyond all words. He stretched
ont his weak arms toward her. kiss
me. dear," he murmured family. "See,
1 am too weak ven to touch ycur
lips"
She stopped down, her face radiant
with the great pure love that thrilled
her heart now. Her arms stole about
his throat, her lips sought his. Live,
oh, live"! she cried. Live for me, nv
love! my love"
He sighed like a tired child, while,
with his head on her breast and her
lips upon his own, he rested in the
Then suddenly she felt his lips grow
cold--his eyes closed-he trembled and
was still.
Her lover had passed from her arms
to the arms of death!
She rose and staggered to her feet,
while that cold, still form lay there on
the narrow he'd. Her brain seemed on
fire, her lips moved without sound.
Her life seemed over. Her eyes turned
wistfully to the marble face that look
ed so calm and peaceful now. Slowly
she covered the wasted limbs! Softly
she stroked the dark, rich curls from
his brow; then bent and kissed the
closed lids, the mute, cold lips, that no
caress could warm to life or love again.
She did not weep now. She could not.
A stone seemed in her breast instead of
the beating heart that had throbbed
with the rapture Of love but a few brief
moments before. She covered his face
and left him.
as he dead?" asked the child, visit
fully. as he met her on the stairs.
She bowed her and passed on.
us he dead? Have you money to pay
for decent burial?" said the old, wrin-
kled crone, who lived in the house
and let the room to tenants poor and
wretched az herself.
Genna's hand sought for the few re
naming coins that were still in her
possession. IT'S that enough?' she
asked.
Enough? No." exclaimed the wo-
man. s%cornfully. but, M matter, the
students will give me a silver coin
for that corpse of his. He was a hand.
some youth when he came here first"
The girl shivered Mt the horrible
words. For Gods sake spare him
that %indignity." she cried. His life
has been n long sorrow; let him rest
In peace now"
"I1e shall. IL you give me the money!
Her hand went to the necklet OF
pearls around her throat. 1t was her
one ornament. 1t had been her moth.
er's and her granlmother's, and then
left to her as Il precious and valuable
legacy: yet at this moment she had nc
thought of these things. She drew II
off and handed it to the woman. slt
Is of value" she said, simply. "Do
what is necessary. Promise me you
will keep faith if I trust your word"
The woman looked at the simple, no.
BILE face with involuntary reverence.
II PROMISE" she said, las I hope fol
salvation myself. But you-will you
not wait? Will you not see the last?'
She Shuddered. mo, l cannot. Fol
me the last is Overt"
And she went swiftly, blindly out
through the darkness, while the chill
winds blew back her heavy, dusky
hair, and the rain beat down on hel
white and bloolless face and her uncoy
cred head.
"He loved me-" she said, again and
again, in her heart. "He loved me
ut lastw
But the wind only moaned, and the
rain only fell on her. and in the sigh OF
the one, and the tears of the other
she heard but the burden of her owl
future life through the weary years that
were to follow:
"All good things come-loo late!!
THE END.