The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-01-25

1t belonged to Lord Hilton'S brother,
The verses are a translation of part
of the poem beside which they lie
one by Won Sails. who died shortly be-
fore that date at the bottom. will
read them to you, and then show you
something else that is strange about
them. The poem is called 'Psyche's
Sorrow Psyche means the soul,
Alice"
Il remember. You told me about her
before, you know"
"Then follows the date. with the
words in German underneath it-'How
weary | am! Now, what is strange.
Alice, is that this date is the very
month and year in which / was born"
She did not reply to this with any
thing beyond a mere assent. Her mind
was fixed on the poem itself. She be-
gan to talk about it and l was surprised
to find how thoroughly she entered into
it and understood it. She seemed to
have crowded the growth of a lifetime
into the last few months. At length
| told her how unhappy 1 had felt for
some time, at remaining in Lord Hi
tons house, as matters now were.
Then you must co." she said, quite
quietly.
This troubled me.
You do not mind it,
"No. l shall be very glad"
Twill you go with me-" | asked, per-
picked.
"Of course l will"
l did not know what to say to this.
for | had no money. and of course /
should have none of my salary. She
1liy-ianI Of M, %hn 20 -,- IO-:
tatiOn.
Il have a diamond bracelet in m
ROOM" she said, with a smile, land
Il few guineaS BESIDES"
How shall we get away"
Nothing is easier. My old nurse.
whom | mentioned to you before, lives
at the lodge-gate."
Il know her very WE'LL" I interrupt
ed. But she's not Scotch"
Indeed she is. But she has been
with our family almost all her life.
[ often go to see her, and sometimes
stay all night with her. You can get
4 carriage ready in the village and
neither Of us will be missed before
morning."
l looked at her in renewed surprise
at the decision Of her invention. She
covered her face, as she seldom did
now. but went on:
"We can go to London. where you
will easily find something to do. Men
always can there. And when l come
of age"
"Alice, how old are you:" I interrupt
ed.
Nineteen" she answered. "By tie
way" he resumed, "When | think Of il
how odd!-that'-pointing to the date
on the paper-''is the very month IN
which /, too, was born"
| was too much surprised to inter
rupt her, an she continued:
Il never think of my age without re-
n thing about my birth, which
nurse often refers to. She was going up
stairs to my mothers room, when she
happened to notice a bright star. not
far from the new moon AS she cross
ed the room with me in her arms, just
after l was born, she saw the same
star almost ON the tip of the opposite
horn. My mother died a week after.
Who knows how different l might nave
been if she had lived!'
1t was long before l spoke. The aw-
Jul and mysterious thoughts reused in
my mind by the revelations of the day.
leld me silent. At length l said, half
hing aloud:
''Then you and I, Alice. were bern
he same hour, and our mothers died
.Ogether."
Receiving no answer, 1 looked at Ier-
She was fast asleep, and breathing
full breaths. She had been sit
ing for some time with her head lying
N my shoulder and my arm around
Ter. / could not bear to wake her,
We had been in this position perhaps
half an hour, when suddenly a cold
hiver ran through me-, and all at once
became aware of the far-off gallOp
f q horse. 1t drew nearer. On and Oa
t came-nearer and nearer. Then came
he clank of the broken shoe!