Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1896-01-23
as she goes
Her name. What is her name''

her name. what 10 her name!
'Ralston, Inez Ralstou. Oh, sir,
are you sure you are not i'll. You
are white as g ghost yourself, but
look yonder, there she comes; see
her draperies fiuttering in the
breeze
Claude Livingston-for this was
the stranger-pushed back the clus
tering locks from his damp brow
and peered eagerly through the
deepening twilight as the white
robed figure glided by. Then with
a startled cry he lays his hand upon
the old sailor Q arm.
~sYou have helped me End .
FRIEND he said, his voice deep with
emotion. Thank yen for your
story, but now leave me- and show
ering some gold in his hand he
turned from him while still pour
ing out his profusion Of thanks.
then quickly, noiselessly followed
that ghostly figure. A moment
later. although wonderfully changed
he knew he gazed upon the woman
who had blighted his life.
Pale but very lovely she looked
standing there beneath the SHIN
mering light Of the stars, . white
lace scarf falling from the golden
head, over her thin dress. Her
hands we're full OF roses. and as che
flung them over the waves she COM
menced to sing. He could bear it
no longer. and slipping forward
called her name.
Inez.'
She did not start, but turned her
face slowly to him.
You have come ut last nv isrl-
ing she said softly. Il have waited
so long But he knew she did not
realize her words.
'Inez, he placed his arms around
the slight figure. Her face grew
white at the touch. She had pic
tured him in her Visions, had seen
and talked with him, but when she
had held out her arms, he had fad
ed away. This was no phantom
who held her thus, and her cry
rang out over the waters. And
white and silent ~ one dead he bore
her back to the house on the hill
top, where for weeks, nay months.
she lay on the verge Of the grave.
Those who watched her felt that
the gates of paradise were opening
to let her IN, then softly the winds
Of Heaven blew them back and
slowly she drifted from the shadow
land to life.
The brain did not regain it's
strength as rapidly although there
was change for the better, and the
doctor had great hopes Of recovery.
But it was not until the leaves had
fallen; the winter snow had melted
away and the earth was revelling in
it's gayest robes that they carried
Claude Livingston to her side.
Pale and very much changed,
still it was the beautiful luez OF old
that held out her hands 20 him.
Only there was q sweet humility
about her that set strangely we'll on
the once haughty queen.
She did not start this time when
she looked into his face, for the
memory of that other meeting had
not faded from her mind, but she
trembled slightly, and her face grew
whittier as he bent over her.
MY darling he cried, clasping
her in his arms. 'You have been
spared to me OF last Then be
knelt down and poured into her
ears such words, that would surely
have awakened any woman from
the dark oblivion Of O wandering
dream. She laid her hand softly
on his head.
Claude she whispered, Il have
suffered 40 much, but / deserved it
all. my darling. IL was my pride
and willfulness, and sin always has
its punishment. Nv own folly has
broken my life.'
Not broken, my child, not brok-
en- so much that it cannot be linked
together, and, with the help Of God,
who saved me from q watery grave,
nov that ! claim you as my own,
a golden link shall bind the chain
of both our lives, and we will for
get the darkened years
Mrs. johnson: MAY Brown has
/ grown nm tn be a fne girl'