The Delta independent., 1899-08-11
COMING OF EVEN.


..It Is only the wind. aid tho Poet
He threw himself hstlessly upon the
hard leather conch and turned his face
70 the wall
The waves dashed madly upua ~
rocks below tho little cottage. with
angry shrieking the wind heat mp the
waves. and the moan Of the storm came
upon the wind. The Poet heard all
these and siniled wearily. YOung In
years. he WAS cid in spirit. in experience.
in enjoyment; they had no charr, for
him
He opened his lips now in discOntent
''They have written No much about the
sea that one is dead sick Of IL all He
sighed. II can find In it nothing that
has not been found before.
He himself had written not Httls
concerning the beauties Of the SO. b1t
his hand had been young in sooth whea
IL held the pen. and his eyes not yet
awesry.
He turned restieesly on the couch.
bemoanin2 its hardness and cursinx the
friend whose advice had sent him 70 re-
cruit at this little fishing town. throw
ing NIL the burden Of his disgust Of life
and his own feebleness into the cursing.
Then through and betwixt the voices
of the storm came . wsiling cry: shs
cry Of . lost soul At Gods gntcs: The
cry for the unattainable from ths lips
Of child Of earth. Rising higher sd
higher. IL beat sobbingly upon the wind
Il cried with the echo Of the seaGulls'
warming: IL scattered with the soft -
foam. and sank hushing and palpitatins
into the mutter Of the waveA But only
70 rise again in melody 10 triumphant
o. 10 override in its grandeur the voices
of the angry ocean.
eft was the great Sea spi.it. snid
the Poet.
But the sound had hardly seemed 70
come from the scs-rathef from above
He rose and walked TO- the window.
'.It was mot the wind. he snid aloud
IL was still bowling. bat the music
hsd ccasedL He threw opon the window
and looked out. The wind fell in blss4
upon his thin face and tossed his hair.
The sea shouted st him with angry
menace The look q the sky upon him
was without n CLINT of = smile
" that he had TO strain his cnrs 70 catch
Tie murmus Of . half hushed cfadls
song. When IL ceased again. the voices
of the storm seemed 70 be sinking snd
the re. 70 be aweaFy Of Taga The wind
fell. and into ths sky came . white
glimmer where oliver star sought -
sntraDce 70 the hcnvenA
The Poet stood there long. his arms
resting on the sill. dreamy look % his
old young face There hsd come 70 him
one Of thoss moments which he fancied
had left him forever. when his mind.
like TIE wrnout -. coaA huh IT.
oying and Be st peaca
II was only when. On his way 70 his
bedroom later. he passed his lnndlady ON
the stairs that the problem Of the strange
music he had heard returned to him.
''It seemed in the house. and yet not in
the house. he murmured to himself.
stopping her. ut has been . Wild night
Mrs. Lewis"
''1ndeed and Il has. sir. but IL has
settled down nicely.
1t was strange. but Thought
heard during the storm tho sound Of .
violin Some one has chosen strange
time 70 play"
THERE'S Mis White. sir. She has
tho room above yourA SIZE teaches the
fiddle in town Goes mp every day.
But she's = not been plsyin tonight. sir.
and she's tho only one in the place that
can"
'.Oh. that explains It. She must have
been paying. No doubs It WIS she !
heard.
but she hasn't been playin tonight.
dr. beg your ;.idon for sayin t.
I've heen sittin scwin in tho roOn Just
shove her head. and never . sound have
heard She's been that still too
The Poet laughed. but went on his
way uncouvinced Strange playing for
teacher Of the violin. he Thought.
land . strange time in which 70 play
She must b . strange girl
II never occurred 20 him. In the AFRO
gance Of his few years. that she might
be more than girl Indeed he speedily
forgot the whole matter But in the
dead Of the night he rose and. hastily
donning . few garments. sat till the
gray Of the morning inscribinx the
thoughts Of which the strange strains
had sown the weed He had fonnd in the
80 what he had never found before.
With the golden eye Of the sun upon
him he threw himself upon his soased
bsd and slept until after MONDAY Aft.
efward he rsmbled upon the atoee. ~
turning. tired and istlesA st Iength 70
his chsn,bera
Mis- White. she's Ieavin tomnsruw
mornin. his landlady told him - shs
laid his ten.
Bus the P.es was not interested- He