The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-02-19

out upon tue Innnlte, peaks vvht,
might be climbed by the fancy Of tbo Nv
whose fortune it might never bo 70 ''o CSC
an Alpine height. And when the nn,rIo
and crimson had faded into citron a p'S
the citron into gray; when the cold Sas
paled to silver and darkened To lead "
and the bird had futtered back lilo
frightened thing to his breast, then tbo
little boy would creep down sta;rs
again, dry eyed, but sad at heart with
strange sense of loneliness ana loss
As 1 sat there watching the last Of
the sunset that little boy seemed to loot
out at me with desolate, reproachfnI
eyes, asking what the man had To Dive
the boy in exchange for his dreams
Then bat flew by, so closely that
felt the cold tanning of its wings pno,,
my face, so suddenly that l drew bact
with start and awoke to real life
again.
Evening was already closing in. An
hour ago the setting sun had looked out
over the horizons edge and flooded thu
stretch of meadowland, now so gloomy
and gray, with burst of luminous
gold, which tipped every grass blade and
daisy head with liquid fire. Now ON the
same horizons edge the gusty night rack
was gathering. The glory and the ola.
mour were gone, and darkness was al.
ready abroad. A wind which struck
chill to the heart moaned eeriy over the
meadows, and white mists blotted ont
bush and tree.
If l was to reach Baxenham before
nightfall, had no time to lose; So
with sigh for the vanished sunset and
my vanished dreams, rose to continue
my walk.
Another field and thickly wooded
plantation, and then, as turned bend
where the path wound round among the
trees, I found myself upon the seabeach
along which my path lay In front,
about a couple Of miles away, could
see the church tower of Baxenham, over
which red Mars burned large and lurid
among score Of tiny stars that culver.
ed near him, like arrowheads shot wide
Of the mark, and low in the south the
slender moon was like finger laid to
command silence on the lip of night.
The beauty Of the scene so possessed me
that ] stood still an instant with face
turned seward and barred head, and
then. almost at my feet, saw lying
in the water dark body that stirred
and rocked and stretched forth swaying
arms like creature at play. For one
moment l thought it was alive, that it
was some strange sea beast come ashore,
which was now seeking to regain its
native element, but in the next l knew
it for the body of man, lying face
downward and evidently dead
There is horror enough in the silent
and stone cold stiffness of death, but to
see death put OH the semblance Of life,
to see dead arms reach and the dead
body stir and sway, as they did that
night when the incoming tide seemed
to mock at death and to sport, cruel
and catlike, with its victim, is surely
more horrible still.
With hands scarcely warmer than his
drew the dead man up upon the sands
and turned him upon his back that l
might see his face. 1t was the face OF
Green, the inquiry agent, and in his
hand he held small green bottle,
which was dashed to his wrist by
worked with his own ini-
tials, -. b. c. "Suicidel" | whis-
pered to myself as l STOPPED to unite the
and bend back the unre-
sisting fingers. The bottle was short ana
stumpy, with wide mouth and glass
stopper secured by a string and was Ia
beled Lavender Salts" | cut the
string and drawing cut the stopper
held the thing to my nose. ut IS laven-
der salts" / said, cor has been, for JUS
light enough to be empty. No. there's
inside it still. Let's see wna'
it u.s." and with that l turned the po'-
tie mouth downward over my open
palm. A slip of neatly folded paper feI
out, which l hastily opened -FOUR
words were printed upon it in rude cap
itals: "By order. Captain Shannon.
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