Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1896-08-31
Sir journeys Ia all did she make.

Sir journeys IN all did she make.
work, as tbs queer shaped bottles weigh
ed more than books, and she had hardly
strength to stand when at last, looking
round the bare room. she pushed her
hair from her brow and knew her work
was accomplished and every vestige of
the old. horrible life swept clean away
before that inquiry should come, which
in its results must have forever associ-
ated her with her fathers pursuits.
Only the couch remained. She shud-
dered as she looked at it with come
thought Of trying to break it in pieces.
She had done so much tonight she felt
for all her weakness the power Of doing
so much more, but even if she would
there was no time.
She extinguished the candle and nut
it in her pocket, climbed up to take
away the blanket, then replaced the
basket where she had found it, locked
the front door and put the key back on
the shelf.
Afte.ward, when horror thrilled the
townspeople and the meanest of them
all would not dwell rent free in the
house whence old Nick himself had at
dead of night removed the wizards
books, his potions, every sign of him
save his body, which even Nick himself
was afraid to touch, only enc clear sight
ed person happened to notice that in the
scullery wooden stool had been drawn
up near the tiny window, just as no one
dreamed it possible that any but a child
could have got through the aperture.
Night was giving place to dawn, and
shivering breeze blew over the sea,
extinguishing the light by which it
viewed itself and turning the sea of
waters to troubled gray, that changed
and changed again with the incredible
swiftness that is natures sole preroga-
tive, and more instantaneous than the
noblest impulse of thought or swiftest
deed can ever be in the bravest human
soul
A leap, q culver in the east the King
is coming, the king is here! The miracle
OF the world is now performed for saint
and sinner alike, and earth laughs and
awakes and begins all her merry bust
ness over for rich and poor again, for
merely to be alive is surely to have the
fee simple of the world. Deaf and dumb
they lie, the weary dead, but if they
could speak would they not CRY aloud
for but one hour Of existence in which
to enjoy those treasures of God from
which in life they turned away because
they would not lift their eyes from some
speck that festered in their egotism.
that made them regard only their ipdi-
vidual happiness instead of their share
in the glorious citizenship of the world?
On Hagar, crouched under the shadow
of the boat, some such truth dawned.
and for the first time since she knelt at
her mothers knee she dared to prsy.
"God," she prayed, "give me nv
chance: have done with the old life.
Let thy world and its glories be for me
as for others. Give me nv chancel
will be good. will be good
"Was that Lady Annabella's maid ran
up stairs a minute ago." inquired a
man in a striped jacket of a pretty
housemaid whom he was hindering to
turn out the dining room before break.
fast.
Lady Annabella's maid don't come
round till quarter to s. stoopid, and
Mr.. Coleman, he ain here till s. Lor.
if were master I wouldn't stop in .
potty house like this, when there's de-
cent sized ones to be got in the neigh
borhocd "
We'll. then. who could it have been?
continued Thomas in an interval of BE-
ing scratched by his charmer. "Some-
body went up, I'll swear"
Most likely the cat. There amt
room for a ghost here. That poor
thing" she dropped her voice, "she've
been locked in her room ever since half
past s O'Clock last night, ever since she
took sleeping draft, and the doctor
eaid she warn't to be disturbed no way.
So Lady Annabella didn { dare TO knock,
though she wanted to terrible, Blessed