The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1899-09-21

CSGS ~ Cf(SH
E9s ASSOCIATION.
-
Ito me. You might have been drowned
yourself. And Tom Wren says you
were crying when you thought 1 was
dead"
"They all did the same, the good
fellows! We didn't want to lose you,
little n My mates have been trying
to make me out better than 1 am"
"They are fond of you," said the
child, land SO am /. Will you let me
kiss your"
"Surely, my child"
She kissed me, and the converse
ton was continued with her ans
round my neck.
you must kiss me-" she said.
I had done so already, you may be
sure, and l kissed her again.
81 was afraid" she said, casting
down her eyes, that you mightn't
like to-"
How did such a thought get into
your head, little one?" l asked, tend
erly.
ION that dark night on the ship,
when you spoke to poor little Bob and
me-"
A sob broke from me.
"I don't want to hurt you," she said,
in the sweetest tone of child-like COM
passion; 81 want you to love me, and
I'll do all I CANAL l can! You re-
member that dreadful dark night
when you spoke to deal little Bob and
me?"
TOO WE'LL" 1 groaned; "too well!"
"You cared only to kiss dear Bob
then, and I thought you mia0tn't like
to kiss me now"
Bob was my little boy, Pearl-my
child, that I had been hunting for all
over the world. You are not old
enough to understand the story, my
dear; and if you were, l haven't the
heart to tell you"
Il understand a great DEAL" she
said, gravely. "There, now, you are
crying! So have l cried, for poor
mother. Oh, she was so good-so
good! 1 knew that poor little Bob was
your little boy-the men told me so.
Come with me-"
Sc Embossed her arms from my neck,
and rose and took my hand. l had
not yet had time to visit my child's
grave, and Pearl led me now toward it.
Had | visited it alone, / should have
thought that an angel had come down
from heaven in the night, and had
worked wonders to rejoice and con-
sole me. An angel, indeed, had smiled
upon it. It was a bed of flowers; a
rude fence formed of sWeet-smelling
wood, with flowers entwined about it..
1 knelt by the grave and shed tears of
grateful joy.
Can o guess who did it?" asked
Pearl.
Yes, my child; it vas you. God
bless you'll"
mo, not me alone. Tom Wren
found the wood-doesn't it smell
sweet?-and built the fence, and l put
the flowers there. He cut the cross,
too"
| saw Tom Wren in the distance,
and l went toward him and wrung
his hand.
THANK you, Tom," I said, from my
heart"
He nodded, and replied, 81 did it for
her. She's not human, like us. She's
an angel"
Tom Wren's eyes were wonderfully
bright, and he spoke almost in a whis-
per. l thought his manner was some
what strange, but I saw that Pearl was
waiting for me to rejoin her, and
left him.
I'VE will keep it always like this
said Pearl. bob, likes it, 1 am III
and is glad, though we can't see him
When we die, we don't die quite
mother told me so, often. We COM
together by-and-by, don't WEI"
$50 we are taught to believe, deal
child"
"And you do believe it? 1 do"
81 do believe it, dear child"
"And so does Tom Wren now. HI
never did so before, he says. Thel
l shall see M own lear mother again
and l shall tell her how good you hav'
, been to me-though she knows; ant
!, dear little Bob, too; and we shall al
I, talk of hat dreadful dark night Whel
t | was thrown into the sea-but j
won't be dark up there, among tn
/ stars. When mother was alive | use
r to dream l heard the angels singing
and if l woke III l was sure to Sc
1 mother leaning over the bed and sing
70 - -zftI,r xThof Sc what 1rCnH tn hrin