Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-06-21

Don't yoa w".i TO talk to mef
Nc"
"Uare you forgotten the night in the
avcuUc:"
He could feel that she shook her
head
do you want to be quiet nowT'
Yes
They sat quite still, excepting that
only sometimes he raised her fingers
softly to his mouth.
Doss. who had been asleep in the
corner, waking suddenly, planted him
self before them, his wiry legs moving
nervously. his yellow eyes filled with
anxiety. He was not nj all sure that
she was not being retained in her pres
eut position against her viii and was
not little relieved when she sat up
and held out her hati FOR the shawl.
81 must 60" she said
The stranger wrapped the shawl very
carefully about her.
Keep It close around your face. Lyn-
dali. 1t is very damp outside. Shall
walk with you to the houser'
NO. Lie down and rest. | Will come
and wake you at o'clock"
She lifted her face that he might kiss
II, and when he had kissed 1t once she
still held 1t that he might kiss 1t again
Then he let her out. He had seated
himself at the fireplace when she re-
opened the door.
Have you forgotten anythingY'
mo"
She gave one long, lingering look at
the old ROOM When she was gone and
the door shut, the stranger filed his
glass and sat at the table slipping IL
thoughtfully.
The night outside was misty and
damp. The faint moonlight, trying to
force its way through the thick Air,
made darkly visible the outlines of the
buildings. The stones and walls were
moist, and now and then drop, slowly
/ collecting, fell from the caves to the
ground. Doss, not liking the change
from the cabins warmth. ran quickly
| to the kitchen doorstep, but his mis-
tress walked slowly past him and took
| her way up the winding footpath that
ran beside the stone wall Of the camps.
! When she came to the end of the last
camp, she threaded her way among the
| stones and bushes till she reached the
| Germans grave. Why she had come
| there she hardly knew. She stood
looking down. Suddenly she bent and
| put one hand on the face Of wet
stone.
"1 shall never come to you again"
| she said.
Then she knelt on the ground and
| leaned her face upon the stones.
Dear old man, good old man, ! am
SO tIred." she said, for we will come TO
| the dead to tell secrets we would never
| have told to the living. 81 am so tired,
| There is light there is warmth" she
| walled "Why am l alone, so hard, so
| cold? | am so weary of myself! 1t Is
| eating my soul to its core-self, self,
| self! cannot bear this life! | can
| not breathe. l cannot live! VIII moth
| Ing free me from myselfT She pressed
| her cheek against the wooden post. Il
| want to love. | want something great
| and pure to lift me to itself! Dear old
man, | cannot bear 1t any more! am
SO cold, so hard so hard! VIII no one
| help me"
The water gathered slowly on her
| shawl and fell on to the wet stones,
but she lay there crying bitterly, for so
the living soul will cry to the dead and
| the creature to It's God, and of all this
| crying there comes nothing. The lift
| ing up of the hands brings no saliva
| ton. Redemption Is from within, and
| neither from God nor man. 1t Is
wrought out by the soul Itself with suf-
| fering and through time.
Doss, on the kitchen doorstep, shiv-
| cred and wondered where his mistress
staid so long. and once, sitting sadly
| there In the damp, he had dropped
asleep and dreamed that old Otto gave
| him a piece of bread and patted him
| ON the head, and when he woke his
| teeth chattered, and he moved to an
| other stone to see If 1t was drier. At
last he heard his mistress step, and
they went into the house together.
| She lighted a candle and walked to the
| Boer woman's bedroom. On n nail un-
lne plhh huh6 MY Va
| the wardrobe. She took 1t down and
opened the great press. From a little
| drawer she took ESQ, all she had in the
| world, relocked the door and turned to
hang up the key. Then she paused,
hesitated. The marks Of tears were
still on her face, but she smiled.
Fifty pounds for a loverl A noble
| rewardv' she said and opened the
wardrobe and returned the notes to
| the drawer, where En- might find
| them.
Once In her own room, she arranged
the few articles she intended to take
tomorrow, burned her old letters and
then went back to the front room to
look at the time. There were two
hours yet before she must call him.
She sat down at the dressing table to
wait and leaned her elbows on 1t ana
buried her face In her hands. The
glass reflected the little brown head
with its even parting and the tiny
hands on which 1t rested. zone day |
will love something utterly, and then
will be better" she said once. Pres
emily she looked up. The large dark
eyes from the glass looked back at her.
She looked deep into them.
1--WE are all alone, you and ]" she
whispered. mo one helps us; no one
understands us. But we will help our
selves" The eyes looked back at her.
There was n world of assurance In
their still depths. So they had looked
at her ever since she could remember,
when 1t was but n small child's face
above n blue plnafore. 1--WE shall new
er be quite alone, you and l." she said.
1--WE shall always be together. as we
were when we were little"
The beautiful eyes looked into the
depths of her soul.
1--WE are not afraid. We Will help
ourselves" she said. She stretched
out her hand and pressed 1t over them
on the glass. Dear eyes! We Will
never be quite alone till they part us
till thenw
CHAPTER XXIII.
GREGORY ROSE HAS AN IDEA.
Gregory Rose was in the loft putting
II neat Outside the rain poured. A
six months drought had broken, and
the thirsty plain was drenched with