The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1898-09-23

MeDDe Moille zenith Will ma out Doys
is good for somethin on earth after
ALL
Foreetful of his precious antique ar
tillery Tom dashed away down the hill
at his best speed. Miss Stella kept her
eyes on him as he dropped lower and
lower, till he disappeared entirely.
MISS STELLA ACCOMPLISHES HER
JOURNEY.
Once more Miss Stella leaned back
and enjoyed the serenity of the morn
ing with its soft sunshine, Its gentle
breezes, it's caressing zephyrs, and the
chirrup and twitter of happy birds.
Now she wondered why she had neg.
lected to learn from Tom Coyne just
how long she had been away and what
had TRANSFERRED among her friends in
the interim. Tom had spoken of her
disappearance as thing of long ago.
She grew anxious to get home. She
was overweight with anxiety to re.
turn. She looked forward to the two
or three hours that must elapse before
her rescue with depression; it would
be so long; so long! 1t was horrible
to be there alone! The birds made her
more lonesome; SO did the breeze by
the way in which it set the bushes to
trembling! Everything made her lone
ly. How dreadful it was to be there
with not living follow creature with
in call!
Then she thought of the dead with.
int Mntu cho ac nc.
calls a dream, how he had taken care
of her. She remembered how she had
depended upon him. how faithful he
was. She recalled his consistency, his
care, his Kindness VI heart, his gentle
ness, the sweetness of disposition that
made the uncouth old man tender,
tirele5s and watchful nurse. She
thought of him with affection and wept
again.
There was no violence to her grief;
she was too weak Tor violent emotion.
She was only lor ely and worn out;
worn out physically and mentally. Yet
this calm morning administered a
balm, the balm of nature, which
brought quiet and rest strangely con-
tradicting her sorrows; and in some
incomprehensible way it sent thrill
OF peace and content and gladness
through her soul
She WIGS annoyed by her inability to
make a satisfactory guess at the time
of day. She was unable to measure
the growth of time; she could not tally
the treading minutes as they passed.
Sometimes she imagined that Tom
,Coyne had been gone long enough to
have made the rou:ld trip many times;
then she would invent causes of de-
lay and grow fearful that they would
postpone her rescue until the next
day. Again she would convince her.
self that Tom had not yet had time
to reach Minersvale.
Confidently, hopefully, doubtfully,
despairingly by turns, she watched for
the coming of her friends She always
looked in the direction taken by Tom
Coyne who had gone as the bee flies,
regardless of roads with their wind
iLgs ard tl.rnings and dsviations.
While Miss Stella kept watch down
the hill toward her right, the party she
watched for approached from the road
which lay quite in the other direction
She did not think of their coming
Il lutlCG ulilli lotlI hOl lUu IuSutu
upon her like whirlwind of affec-
ton
ooh, Stella, Stella, Stella! Dear!"
"Bell!"
That was all that was said They
chung to each other and wept in their
gladness, Miss Morton lowering and
futtering over her friend like mother
bird over her endangered birding;
while Miss Stella chung to her in salts
fed silence, supremely content in her
presence.
Miss Morton and the astonished
driver-who had not been informed Of
the object of their Grive-assisted Miss
Stella to the carriage, which could not
be brought quite up to the hut, and
they Immediately started for home.
On the way they met the dead wa
gon" and the coroner and his jury go
ing after the body of the Prophet, for
Tom had thoughtfully told the official
that he had found the dead Prophet
while hunting rabbits, not limiting at
his more startling discovery. The
coroner took his jury out to view the
scene, intending to hear Toms testi-
mony on their return to town.
During the ride homeward Miss Stel-
la related her strange story as far as
she knew the details. From Miss Nor.
ton she learned Of the long search by
the people and the longer search by
the adjutant; of the despair of her
friends Of their vain surmises; of the
rumors of her discovery all over the
country; of Captain Zenith's trip to
New York; of the confessions of Mollie
and Miss Letson; finally of the death Of
hope and of the reluctant abandon
ment of the searcb
Where is the adJutant now?"
AT Camp Cook, just below Scran-
ton"
Tell the driver to go to the tele-
graph Office"
For what?"
Il want to teleg raph to the adju-
tant."
Her wish was obi yed and at the tel
egraph office Tom an in and procured
a telegraph blank upon which Miss
Stella wrote:
Il want to see you," and after adj
dressing it, signed it simply Stella"
and Tom took 1t in, paying for its
transmission with money from Miss
Mertons purse. Miss Morton wanted
to send long message but Miss Stel-
la insisted that explanations could
await meeting.
When they were near the Zenith
residence Miss Morton stopped the
carriage and got out, saying:
wait here until / return; | will go
before and announce your coming; do
not be impatient; do not get excited
when you see the folks at home; re-
member, control yourself and take
care, dear, for you are weak"
Having delivered her cautionary ad-
mention she walked to Miss Stella's
home. Captain Zenith was sitting by
an open window with newspaper in
his hand Walking as if it was her
purpose to go beyond, Miss Morton,
after passing the gate step or two,
said:
Good morning Captain Zenith! How
are you to-day? Well, | hope?"
Good morning Bell! Yes. pretty