Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1897-09-16
ALLAN FAME.
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BY HELEN BEEKMAN.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES


Il ~-~'f~J 49, 49, ~N-~
at c.. The moon. now and them
peeping from behind line of heecy
clouds, seemed to look amazed ut the
uDwonted scene, for in the quiet little
fishing village the sight of human be.
ings, the sound Of human voices, after
the church clock had pealed forth nine
positive strokes, were rare occurrences
indeed.
Fine food for village gossip I would
make, Allan Fame, were to be seem at
this hour with YOU" said one of tho
two, a girl, whose tall, 1.-THE figure
seemed like reed beside the stalwart
form of her companion, "but seemed
Sitting up there and felt I must come
down and listen to the sea. How wos
to know should find you'll eTe2"
II am always here Ellie, Watching
the light in your easement window thll
it hickers and dies, them envying even
the darkness which-surround you, en-
veloping you i'm its presence, till wan'
der home and toss about on my bed till
morning. You should not come down
here alone. 1t is not safe"
mot safer Indeed. Isnot the sea my
only mother? Did she NOT bear me ON
her greatwbite breasta cast mehere,
little helpless child, with her golden
hair all drenched with salt spray, her
little white garments clinging to her
limbs2 All, Father Green is very kind,
and so is Mother Eunice, but some
times fancy tall NAM In SOLDIERS
uniform, withmuch glitter OF gold, BOSS
ing a baby girl high upon his shoulder,
sometimes listens to the hspiDg of u
childish tongue, with head BENT low at
the knee of a fair-haired woman with
delicate white hands sparkling with
rings. who stoops and kisses the kneel4
ing child with loving tenderness. Then
I stihe, and if I could.not rush oub into
the air, could not stand beside the dear
old sea and listen to THE stories my ear
alone can understood I would go mad. :"
"Poor Elliel Poor little grill" the
man replied. mo wonder these people
cannot understand you, with yourpretI
ty, dainty ways SO unlike their OWN
with your sweet, fair beauty, in.strange
contrast to the flashing black eyes and
bright red cheeks OF their own buxom
lassies. All, we'll I remember the day
when, as you say, THE sea cast you at
our feet. Seth Green had just come in
in his fishing smack, and 1t was his keen
eye which first detected the whlteatom
the waves seemed to bear so tenderlys
Them when it came nearer and he saw
it was little child dashed to q spar, his
arms were tine first to, receive you.
When you opened your eyes you smiled
up into his face, and with thaGsmile you
won his heart He is only a fisherman
like myself, with rough exterior like
mine, but I think, Ellie, he would lay
down his life rather than too rough a
wind should blow upon his one ewe-
lamb, even as would do foryour sake"
"Ah, Allan, sobbed the girl, ''how I'M
grateful you make me seem. Am not
as ignorant as you, save what little
learning the good cure has given map
Is not all L have been telling you the
freak of an idle Imagination? And yet
at times it seems so real"
$50 it may be, Ellie, dear, but If, after
all this lapse of time, some one should
come from the greatworld to ckaim You,
would it give you no pain to say fare
well? All, if, instead of vain repinings,
you would come to the shelter of an hon
est mans home, humble enough, God
knows, for your little feet to enter, but
where you should be guarded as a.
jewel beyond price; where your white
hands should ne'er be soiled OF your
brow bear evidence of single care,
would it not be better, dear? Come,
Ellie, to my heart, my home cannot
put it in fine words, but never man
loved woman better than love you.
don't ask answering love from you.
How could you give 1t TO such as amp
I only want your smile to light my
hearthstone, your voice to give me gen.
tie greeting, THE right to feel that you
are mine, to work for, fight for, if need
be, die for!"
"And for all this you ask so little, AL
Ian! You think me so ungrateful as to
take it all when I can yield so meagers
return? All, no. This fancy will pass,
and when there waits your homecoming
some woman whose hands are not
afraid of honest work for her husbands
comfort, whose voice can give you back
your words of love, whose lips can echo
your kisses, you will thank me then for
turning from the bright picture you
paint for me. Our hearts are strange
things, Allan, and serve us strange
tricks, but we cannot force them. For
give me and forget me. Good night"
and the girl turned YEARLY away, while
the strong man threw himself pros
trate on the sand and lay there motion
less for hours. He had known his dream
was vain, but 1t had taken none the less
hold upon him. Since the hour he had
held the little childish hand in his boy
ish grasp, neither as child nor woman
had she made of him an UNDECIDED re-
quest. And now that he had only put in
words the story his reason had long
known, it yet came upon him like new
blow from an unseen hand. All night
he lay where he had thrown himself