The Delta independent., 1899-09-01
COMING OF EVEN.


to tho wall.
The waves dashed madly upon the
rocks below the little cottage. with
angry shrieking the wind beat mp ths
waves. and the moan of the storm came
upon the wind. The Poet heard ali
these and smiled wearily. Young in
years. he was cid in spirit. in experience.
in enjoyment; they had NO charm for
him.
He opened his lips now in discomfort.
.They have written SO much about the
sea that one is dead sick Of it ell. +" He
sighed. II can find in it nothing that
has not been found before.
He himself had written not q little
concerning the beauties Of tho sea. but
his hand had been young in sOoth when
it held the pen. and his eyes pot yet
aweary.
He tlrned restlessly on the couch
bemoaning its hardness and cursing the
friend whose advice had sent him TO r9y
cruit at this little fishing town. throw;
ing al the burden of his disgust Of life
and his own feebleness into the cursinR.
Then through and betwixt the voices
o. the storm caI;ie . wailing cry; III
cry Of lost soul ut Gods gates; the
cry for the unattainable from the hpo
of u child Of earth. Rising higher and
higher. it beat sobbingly upon the wind,
1t cried with the echo Of the seagulS'
warming: il scattered with the soft sea
foam. nnd sank hrshing and palpitatins
into tho lautter of the waves Brt only
to rise again in melody SO triumphant
as to override in its grandeur the voices
Of the angry ocean.
"It was the great Sea Spirit. said
the Poet.
come from the sea rather from shove
He rose and walked to the window.
..It was not the wind. he said aloud
1t was still bowling. but the music
had ceased. Ee threw open the window
and looked oct. The wind fell in blast
upon his thin f:ce and tossed his hair.
The SET, shouted ct him with angry
menace. The look Of the sky upon him
was without CLINT Of a s1nile.
But again the music rcse. but 40 soft
" that he had to strain his ears to catch
the mur,nur Of . half hushed crndle
song. When it ceased agEin. ths votcg9
Of the storm seemed to b sinking and
the sep to bs avecry of Ensa Ths wtu1
ten, and ipto. ~ aky cnmo . Yh61o
glimmer where dlves siar nouxkt -
entrance to tho hesvenA
The Poet stood there long. his arms
resting on the sill. a dreamy look on his
old young face. There had come to him
one Of those moments which he fancied
had left him forever. when his mind.
like the wornout sea. could hush its
crying and be ct peace.
1t YVES o.Iy when. on his way TO his
bedroom later. hc passed his lnndlady on
the stairs that tho problem Of the strange
music lie hnd heard returned TO him.
.'It seemed in the house. end yet not in
the house. he mur1nured TO himself.
stopping her at hns been . wild night.
Mrs. Lewis
''Indeed and II has. si-. but it has
settled down nicely"
ut was strange. but thought !
heard during the storm the sound Of
violin. Some one has chose:, y strange
time TO play.
THERE'S Miss White. sir. She has
the room above yours She teaches the
fiddle in town. Goes mp every day
But she's not been playin tonight. sir
and she's tho only one in the place that
can"
"Oh. that explains IL. She must have
been playing. No doubt it was she ]
heard.
But she hasn't been playin tonight
sir. beg your TAidon for sayin II.
I've been sit.in sewin in the room inst
above her head. and never a sonnd have
I heard. She's been that still too
The Poet laughed. Int went on his
way unconvinced ''Strange playing for
a teacher Of the violin" he thought.
..and strange time in which b play.
She must he n strange girl
1t never occurred 10 him. In the AFRO
gancc Of his few years. that abe might
be more than n girl Indeed he speedily
forgot the whole matter But In the
dead Of the night he .rose and. hastily
donning n fe,, garments. sat till the
gray Of the morning inscribing the
thoughts Of which the strange strains
had sown the seed. He had found in the
sea what he had never found before.
With the golden eye Of the sun upon
him he threw himself upon his to~sed
bed and slept until after MONDAY. Aft
esward he rxrnbled upon the shore. re-
turning. tired and listless. as length TO
his chambers
Mis- White. she's lesvin torosrow
mo-nin. . his landIady told him - she
laid his ten.
But the Poet was not Interested He
wondered who Miss White might Be-
..Indeed - be drawIed lanRuidly. He
reused himself to poke the 6rs ~ . stop-
per To any other attempt 1t couversa-
tion. and Mrs Lewis took the hint
But In the evening. when. with shs
ewuins out ~ the starA . d<licass
thread II suund wound itself through
tho stiIlDeun. his tneerese cnme bsek 10