The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-07-10

ing life IN India that her beauty had
won the great offer of the hand of the
Lord Jemappes, old as her grandfather.
"Wickeder than my snakes" she cried.
"They bite you out of life quickly. He
would slowly squeeze out the best with
in me. - She had married him. She
was so tired then of the crowds and the
toll, poor child, she had married him.
They had wandered to Egypt, to Glib
raltar-where not. The Lord Jemappes
was stationed at Malta now. 1t was in
Egypt she had finally secured the old
friend "who shall some day free me.
have never loved" she cried. But our
eyes met.
Right mp above the mast the great
round, white moon, with its face upon
the lips of the sky, kissed that sky into
heaven. And the breath of that kiss
we call moonlight here below.
And the soul at my side, that had
awakened to the call of my own life,
was held apart from me forever.
"Maltal Maltaw The word rolled
along the deck and snapped the silences
of the gaze of love. Do you know what
it is when 'neyer-forever" swings
the door 20 on your soul? The passen-
gers were thronging up the companion
way to sight the farfamed island.
Grandly its rocks arose out Of the NOON
lit sea, and we began grandly to round
into the harbor hedged with England's
guns, the harbor where the Peninsular
and Oriental steamers stop for five
hours.
81 am all ready to go on shore, the
voice at my side said with all its old
proud frmness now. cit is probable the
Lord Jemappes will be down to meet
Her voice shook. "He is horrible to look
upon. but he will never die. She laugh
ed wildly then in such utter despair.
"You have given me your promise
that you will not'--I glanced at the
girdle, and my breath came quick and
hard-"till you see me again in Malta. "
g have given you my promise, y she
said, her voice shaking.
We were standing in now quickly,
and the great Notifications stood out
against the moon.
81 don't understand it" said one of
the passengers, approaching u.s. level
! ing his glass upon the shores white as
day in the southern moonlight. "There
is no national anniversary. Harkl''
A tremendous roll of drums shook
from the shore. Fort st. Elmo on the
| Valetta point answered by the low boom
of terrible thunder. Fort Manoel over
there and Fort Tigne on Dagut point re-
| g.. TO- n,.I
! harbor, where the Mediterranean fleet
rode at anchor The batteries along the
sea answered to those ON the hillside.
On the roll of the terrible symphony
the iron voice of the minute gun began.
"There is a man-of-war at the dock, "
l said, raising my glass.
"Listenp' cried Caithness, approach
| ing us. 81 feared So" The mans eyes
that had laughed into the light of q
thousand cannon misted.
We were within one minute Of our
! pier. A few measured beats of the
I drum, and the grand strains of the
J dead March" in Saul" broke in SUBJ
lime volume, across whose peal and cry
| the roll of the muffled drums and the
steady voice of the minute gun spoke.
! We could see now the cortege in slow
movement toward the English man-of-
war-a regiment of infantry, arms at a
carry, bayonets unfxed; a battery Of
artillery, the gun carriage with its sol
emn burden wrapped in the English
flag.
! My heart leaped to my throat l saw
the face of the Lady Jemappes.
| at is the funeral of General Je-
! mappes," some one whispered, CHANGING
nervously toward our group. 1.-The body
| goes to England tonight +"
saw my lady's face, across whose
whiteness the mingled emotions fled
( like the streaked clouds across the
moons kiss on the sky. Her hand
reached way over the ships side and
flung with impetuous emotion her girdle
[ away and away into the wave curves OF
sea. Our eyes met then and withdrew
not from each other, for new heaven
and new earth were unfolding to just
one man and one woman.
| THE END