The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-02-06


The bright green grass and in the moist
sand and there where the little streams
van purllng down into the sea, In and
; sst, In and out, and among the bushes
! where the honey creeper hung, he went
/ lssking for her.
IT last, fay off, in the sunshine, he
ham her gathering shells upon the sand.
She was not child now. but woman,
and the sun nAoAo on her soft brown
hair, and In her white dress she put the
Shells she gathered. She was STOPPING,
LAt when she heard his step she stood
Ht. holding her skirt close about her,
hA1 waited for his coming. One hand
she put III his. ind together they walk
ed en over the glittering sand and pink
seashells, and they heard the leaves
talking, and they, heard the water bab-
bling on their way to the sea, and they
heard the aea singing to itself, singing.
singing
i AT last they came to place where
was long reach Of pure white sand.
There she stood still and dropped on to
the SAND one by one the snelIs unar she
had gathered. Then she looked up into
his face with her beautiful eyes. She
said nothing; but she lifted one hand
and laid it softly on his forehead. The
other she laid on his heart.
With cry of suppressed agony Wal
do sprang from the bed, flung open the
upper half of the door and leaned out,
breathing heavily.
Groat Godi II voirh+ I,o on1y n droop,
but the pain was very real, as though q
knife ran through his heart, as though
some treacherous murderer crept on
him in the dark! The strong man drew
his breath like frightened woman.
only dream. but the pain was very
real" he muttered as he pressed his
right hand upon his breast. Then he
folded his arms on the door and stood
looking out into the starlight.
The dream was with him still. The
woman who was his friend was not
separated from him by years. Only
that very night he had seen her. He
looked up into the night sky that all
his life long had mingled itself with
his existence. There were thousand
faces that he loved looking down at
him, thousand stars in their glory, in
crowns and circles and solitary gran
deur. To the man they were not less
dear than to the boy they had been not
less mysterious, yet he looked up at
them and shuddered, at last turned
away from them with horror. Such
countless multitudes, stretching out
far into space, and yet not in one of
them all was she! Though he search
ed through them all, to the farthest,
faintest point of light, nowhere should
he ever say, "She is herew Tomor-
rows sun would rise and gild the
worlds mountains and shine into its
thousand valleys. 1t would set and
the stars creep out again. Year after
year. century after century, the old
changes of nature would go on, day
and night, summer and winter, seed.
time and harvest, but in none of them
all would she have part!
He shut the door to keep out their
hideous shining and because the dark
was intolerable lighted candle and
paced the little room faster and faster
yet. He saw before him the long ages
Of eternity that would roll on, on, on,
and never bring her. She would exist
no more. A dark mist filed the little
room.
ooh, little hand! Oh, little voice!
oh. little form" he cried "Oh, little
soul that walked with mine! oh, little
soul that looked so fearlessly down
into the depths. do you exist no more
forever, for all timeY He cried more
bitterly: "It is for this -this-that
men blind reason and crush out
thought! For this hour-this, this
they barter truth and knowledge, take
any lie, any creed, SO it does not whis-
/ per to them Of the dead that they arc
dead! o God, God, for hereafter!'
Muttering to himself, Waldo walked
with bent head, the mist in his eyes.
! To the SOULS wild cry for it's own
there are many answers. He began
to think Of them. Was not there one
Of them all from which he might suck
one drop Of comfort?
"You shall see her again." says tn
Christian. the true Bible Christi
Eyes; you shall see her again. al
saw the dead. great and small, st
before God. And the books were OF
ed. and the dead were judged f.,
those things which were written in 4,
books. And whosoever was not fou.,
written in the book Of life was cas-,
into the lake Of fire, which is the sec
ond DEATH Yes; you shall see he1
again. She died so. with her knee I'm.
bent. with her hand unraised. with
prayer unuttered, in the pride of her
intellect and the strength Of her youth
She loved, and she was loved. But she
said no prayer to God; she cried for
no mercy; she repentsd of no sin! Yes
you shall see her again."
In his bitterness Waldo laughed low
All. he had long ceased to hearken
to the hellish voice!
But yet another speaks.
"You shall see her again." says the
nineteenth century Christian. deep into
whose soul modern unbelief and
thought have crspt, though he knows