Gulf Coast breeze. [volume] (Crawfordville, Fla.) 1897-19??, 1898-06-10

could. FROM dark 10 uurh she WIS
always busy. The cattle at the barn
needed her sometimes, and the silent
clamoring of housekeeping never ceased
its dull appeal. The Dakota home
was as neat rs any in England. BY
the tireside sat figure suddenly
grown old; but quietly, here, there,
everywhere, moved the straight form
| of Emmy--a woman grown matured in
her demeanor in less than 30 days,
realizing the burden which had come
to her, but ready to meet it with con-
tinuing courage. twas not alone the
men who won the wCst. When the
deep SHOWS came and the bitter cold
Emmy and her father bundled up in
heavy wool and furs when they went
about their outdoor work. At night,
gathered close TO the little stove, the
two talked or read or cftentimes passed
long hours in silence. Emmy had q
few books and journals and now and
then picture. Perhaps it was as
premium from aweekly paper that she
had obtained the picture she most
priced, a Photographic reproduction
showing a fairy dream in architecture,
a white palace of some unfamiliar but
compelling design. Neither she nor
her father knew the name Of the
original of the picture, but they called
it Solomon Temple. having read OF
that and knowing of no better name.
So it might have passed had it not
been for the Farmers Encyclopedia.
For one night Emmy, turning over the
pages of this encyclopedia, saw there
the blurred likeness of her temple.
"Ive found it, pa!' she exclaimed.
Found what, Emmy" said the old
man.
"My picture! It amt Solomon's
Temple. It's the--the Tai Mahal. It's
all described right here in the book.
1t amt really temple at all. It's n
mau-sole-yum. Listen here" She
read aloud:
"The Tai Mahal Of Agra, India,
without doubt the most beautiful and
renowned nu-sole-yum of the earth.
This wondrous triumph of architec
tural skill was built by the sultan OF
India as q fitting tomb for the body Of
his beloved wife, the sultana, to whom
he was much devoted. A royal treas
ure was expended in this noble monu-
ment, and even today kingly ransoms
are visible in the precious stones dis
played in the decoration of the tomb.
The editice is of solid white marble
and is set in the middle of vast and
beautiful gardens. The main build
ing is surmounted by lofty. dome
rising above the centre aud fanked by
four delicate minarets or towers. The
interior is an infinitude of inlaid work
and exquisite carvings in the marble.
In the central chamber rests the sar-
co.phay-gu of the sultana, and near
by it is that OF the sultan, her husband,
who built for her this royal tomb that
the world might know his love for
her."
Emmy laid down the book, with her
finger between the pages and took up
her long .prized picture.
at cost more than the state capt.
tol, pa" she said, 'and it's ever so
many hundred years old. knew it
was something all the time"
"Let me see it, Emmy, "said the old
man. He held it long in his hand,
gazing at it as if to fix in his mind
each line and light and shadow.
Does it say anything about that
there woman--who she was or what
she looked like, Emmy?'
"No; pa, not rs can see. It's
mostly about the mau-sole-yum.
";5he must have been toler'ble
good-looking woman, ] guess" said
Sim Gage after time land she
must have been good woman, too, on
her husband wouldn't have set so
much store by her. allow he must
have had money"
He said little more and soon babe
his daughter good night. Emmy, left
ut the tireside, sat dfeaming OF what
ii would be to be so dearly loved. as
that. Her father, at 80, lay down to
dream of what it had been thus TO
love.
One morning, many days after, Sim
Gage pushed his chair back from the
breakfast table and spoke ont slowly
and as if by deliberate and well-con-
sidered plan.
Emmy" said he, Flowed your ma y
Eyes, pa, know you did, " said
Emmy. quietly, ''and she did you"
yes and she did me. Emmy, do
Won s'pose that there sultan ever loved
his sultaness any more'n | did your
ma orshe did me?"
"Why, pa"
''But he was leetle bit better fixed
to show it, guess; that's about 1t,
eh?"