Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1900-10-18
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I THE WILL OF GOD, !
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He WAS rather an ignorant
man, whose reading was confined
TO the Bible, and whose conversation
was Strange mixture Of coarse bias
phemy and almost Phrasalcnl p,eCsm
could imagine him with dry eyet
and rcbellious heart sitting alone In
the cottage up the hill, listening sui.
lenly TO the sounds OF the festival out
side to which the child had looked for.
ward 30 eagerly ! could Imagine the
grim expression on his rugged face as
be remembered that II was the feast
OF the Sick and Burial Club. and ]
could imagine him turning away from
the placid figure on The white bed, anc
resolving to take the advice given tc
Job by his wife, and curse God and
die.
The vision put me out Of concelt with
merry making 30 lcfi the hnppy vii
lNge and walked down Sen Lane pas
| the school house toward the beach. AZ
the end of the lime, upon the rlghl
hand Is a deserted fnctory,whcre onct
cement was made, and on the left
| hand The river zig gags INTO the sea
u narrow foot bridge across II give
access to n battery OF guns. ] had In
tended to lie down on the grass grown
carthworks and smoke an idle pipe Ia
the sun; burt figure on the beach at
trNcted me, and went on.
1t was Aaron Gallop, in his thick
blue jersey, bare footed and BARE
armed, cutting bait, could tell by hii
boat that he had not been long ashore
and went up to him,
Morning, GNllop," ! said; "whai
luck?"
bad tally, sir" he answered short.
ly, bad tally; seven prawns."
lie finished cutting up an evil look
ing dog fish, and wiped his knife on
his trousers. Then he produced SOM
cake tobacco, and carefully shredde(
up q pipcful, with grunt he accepted
the lighted match | offered him, mt
sucked noisily at his pipe until the to
bacco was well Nglow.
"Monica's dead,' he said suddenly
in much The same lone that he woull
have used in telling Inc Vt was a fins
day.
nodded.
80 the doctor told me. What arr
you going TO do?'
An obstinate line formed around hi
clean shayen mouth, and another deel
one cut up across the burrows In hi
forehead.
"Bde here til byme, bye" he ans
weTcd; tonight I'm goin' fishin'.'
Then he added in a soft tone: ",rhere1
nNught for me to do up nlong-now.'
"'rhe ductor did all he could" ] sai(
rather lamely.
"0h. yes" he 0grC ed, "the doc, - dill
all he could. I've no fault to find with
the DOCTOR
Although Is is the sense Of isolation
that makes grief hurt so much, yet
the Isolation is itseAf one of grief
most sacred privileges, and hcsitatej
to intrude upon the mans sorrow. 81
was silent and let my eyes wande
past him and drink i'm the beauty o
the place TO I , Westward the blu
las cliffs bend slowly slowly bend on
into the sea, and the bay is closed ii
on that side by the stone cobb of tn
neighboring town.
TO the eastward, the blue las give
way to sandstone and the clif'' r.
more sharply. until they eliminate u
Golden Cap ablaze with brilliant gorst
when they seem to sink downward
again and end in the needle point o
Dnpl tg hIN
waters We're seldom ploughed by TIN
keel Of any larger ship ihln the col
liers putting into the cobb two nilp
away. | suppose love it because II
20 quiet; there Is no esplnnUde bucket
by pretrntious villa with stucco front
and pa'rolled by Napid, fash RONALD
ilders; no long, depressing parade o
invalids in bath chairs; no line Of de
rayed landaus and broken down vie
torias drawn by ! "gcd ponies. ~ /
are no bathing machines, and out ftV|
boats; the village belongs 10 the wi
layers, and they seem 10 keep II g.
themselves. Therefore | do not car
to give the name, but It Is written oil
my heart,
Gollop was silent, too, and for quit
/ half m hour not word passed be
tween lis; I'VE smoked III sympa hy,aDl
comlnuYed with our hearts and Wen
stir mt he must have been thinkini
of his last words, for presently he r.
pcated them and added his mex
thought to them.
NO I've no fault to find with TIN
doctor. My quarrel is ~" co."
looked ait him, waiting. There W
a set expression ON his face that was
infinitely pathetic,
"Most of MS have thought that sorn
time or Other" said, w'vc been ther
myself and, tell you, man, it's fool
iShneSS."
He shrugged his shoulders.
I'm Il poor hand at argument" HI
said, "and If there is one thing thai
is roolshness more than another II Il
argyment, but If anyone could hav
steered me to heaven it was Monica
IT'S not only that | loved her; scem
to me ! needed her"
"PerhapS God needed her"
Aaron looked at NE.
"'rakng's no good | said, "LOol
here. Gollop,you can steer u boat alon'
can't you?'
Course I can" he answered.
Every well, then. go on alone: don't
turn back because the helmsman's ov