The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1898-06-22

upon, but he will never die. % Che 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. +"
t1I have given you my promise, . she
said, her voice shaking.
We were standing in now quickly,
and the great Notifications stood out
against the moon.
CT don't understand it, said one Of
the passengers, approaching us, level
ing his glass upon the shores white as
day in the southern moonlight. There
is no national anniversary. Hark!''
A tremendous roll of drums shook
frcm the shore. Fort ST Elmo on the
valetta point answered by the low boom
of a terrible thunder. Fort Manoel over
there and Fort Tigne or Dagut point re-
sponded, echoed far over there in Grand
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 man-of-war at the dock"
said, raising my glass.
.Listen!'' cried Caithness, approach
ing us. "I feared so" The mans eyes
that had laughed into the light Of
thousand cannon misted.
We were within one minute Of our
pier. A few measured beats of the
drum, and the grand strains Of the
'sDead March, in "Saul'' broke in sub
lime volume, across whose peal and cry
the roll Of the mufded 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
carry, bayonets unfxed; battery Of
artillery, the gun carriage with its sol
emn burden wrapped in the English
flag.
My heart leaped to my throat. I saw
the face Of the Lady Jemappes.
"It is the funeral Of General Je-
mappes,' some one whispered, glancing
nervously toward our group. "The body
goes tc England tonight.
saw my lady's face, across whose
whiteness the mingled emotions fed
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.
He Did It Gracefully.
Upon ore occasion a few years ago,
when snbject in which the people
were taking unusual interest was before
the senate, says The Chautauquan, Mr..
Morrill, announced that he would upon
the following day address the senate
upon the proposed measure. Such noti-
fcation from senator known to read
his speeches served almost invariably to
give the senators an informal recess in
the cloakroom and to leave the gallery
free to the unwary tourist. The vener-
able Morrill,, however, found few empty
senatorial seats and he saw that the
galleries we're well filed.
The senator's staid and the visitors
came to listen, not to oratory, but to an
essay. The compliment clearly was
pleasing to Morrill,, for as he rose with
his manuscript in his hand he bowed al
most imperceptibly, yet in graceful ac-
acknowledgement, to his associates, and
then he spoke an informal sentence or
two with his face turned toward the
rear gallery. 1t was plain that he was
thus testing his voice and that it had
occurred 70 him that if these visitors
had come to hear him speak it should
not be his fault if they failed to hear
him.
Then hc turned to his manuscript
and began: "Mr. President, when a
thing is worth doing at all, it is worth
doing gracefully and in the spirit Of
that quality the address was written
and in it's manner delivered, SO that it
seemed for the moment that not in the
senate chamber, but in some peaceful
audience room, q congenial company had
come together 70 listen to something
that was far remote from the intense
world of craftsmanship and politics
Yet this address was as earnest and per-
suasive as any Morrill, ever made, and
was afterward declared by one senator
to have been "rocklike in its logic. !"