Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-05-25

prophecy had proved only too correct
that IN the day following my seizure
Madame Fayal had died. But when
the authorities had entered the house,
they had found not only a dead, but a
living woman, alone and helpless, with
the fever-plague upon her.
She was carried to one of the hos
pitfalls. They knew no more. Imme-
diately / went there. Yes, the entry
verified the tale /. had heard. They
had discovered the name from the
mark upon her clothes. Three days
later there was another entry. Doro-
thy Dalrymple-so it was written in
the register-was dead."
what is the name Of the hospital?'"
II asked, and her voice had in it :.
frozen sound, as If a sudden chill had
fallen upon its low. sweet music.
.St. Sulpice," he replied.
And there can be no mistaken"
alas, madame, none. / left NO
stone unturned, believe me, in the eff
fort to seek some CLEAN of hope. When
| realized the terrible truth, 1 wrote
Captain Dalrymple. My letter never
reached him. Hearing of the frightful
plague, he had Immediately set his
face homewards, telegraphiDg his
wife, 1T seems, to meet him in some
Northern city. Reaching there, and
finding no news Of her, he came
straight on. Three days afterI mailed
YIN letter, he walked into my office, so
chaLged tat i would not ave known
him. All the youth and happiness ap-
peared to have died out from his face.
a"iIhey have murdered my poor
darling! he said. when he had grown a
little calmer, though his calm was
more fearful than his grief. They
have murdered herr he went on, with
their naughty, puerile pride of race,
Dsit | swear | will not look upon them,
Dorothy! he murmured, as IL speak
ing to his dead wife. I'll never go
back to them, dear. The land where
your dead body lies is dearer TO me
than all their living faces, which mask
their cruel, stony hearts: and, hence
10th, darling, my home is here,'
Then he burst into tears. / think
they saved him from utter madness.
poor fellow. He could not even kneel
beside her grave There was no trace
of the spot where her body had been
laid: possibly in a rude trench. and n
wooden coffin. But in the cemetery
he had erected a simple marble cross.
ana on it he inscribed her name.
When this was completed he went
away-where, ! know not. Back to
the mines. | think.
Anywhere he said to me. so long
as an ocean may not roll between me
and herr"
Again the speaker paused, but his
listener made 70 reply. She sat
wrapped in that awful marble calm:
but the man knew that the blow at
last had fallen, and the dagger had
struck home TO our heart. Silently he
went out and closed the door behind
him.
1t was sacrilege for human eye to
look upon that stony grief. but at dusk
a yelled figure stole softly down the
wide stairs. where a carriage stood
awaiting her order.
The man had already received his
directions; and when he paused. it
was within the cemetery grounds. and
at n spot where, a little further on,
cleaned a white cross through the
gathering darkness. Toward this she
directed her steps. For an hour she
knelt, silent, immovable. before IT.;
then she rose, but one could see she
had neither wept nor moaned.
Dorothy" she murmured, "good-
by! | have left my heart here with
you. dear. You trusted in God. Thus
He requited your trust, even as he re-
Quilted mine. But you had not sinned,
as had done. All, my darling, be
still! Lie quiet. and rejoice that you
may sleep in your narrow bed. and not
stand, as | do, robbed of all trust-all
faith In either God or man!'