Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1901-11-07
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BY t4esbs stretton

CAAFIEM ANL-tCouuuutusI
"You are looking rather low" she said
triumphantly- rather blue, might SAY.
II there anything the matter with your
Your face Is as long aa fiddle. Perhaps
II IL the sea that makes you melancholy.
"Not at ALL" | answered. trying 70
speak brisklyi II am an old sailor. Per-
haps you will feel melancholy hy'nnd'
BY"
Luckily for me, my prophecy was full
filled shortly after, for the day was rcugh
enough to produce uncomfortable sensa'
tlonn In those who were not old sailors
like myself. My tormeDtor was pros
trate 80 the last moment.
When we anchored at the entrance OF
the Creux. and the small boats came out
20 carry nA ashore. managed easily 10
secure q place In the hrst, aud TO loss
sight OF her In the hustle OF landing. AZ
soon ~ my feet touched the shore ! start
cd on at my awlfteaI pace for the Aavre
Goaaclin.
hut had not far 10 20. for at Vaudin
Inn, which stands at the top OF the steep
lane running from the Creux Harbor.
saw Tardlf at the door, He came 20 me
instantly, nni we sat down on low
stone wall ON the roadside. but well out
Of hearing OF any ears but each other ..
'"rardif." ! said, has nam zelle told
you her secret I"
Eyes. yes," he answered: poor little
soul! and ahe 10 hundrsdfold deareF Y
me now than before, But man zeile u
not here. She is gonel"
Gone" | calculated. could not Ut
ter another word: but ] stared at HIN
ms II my eyes could tear further informa
ton from him.
"Yea,,' he said: "that lady came last
week with Miss Dobrce, your cousin
Then nam 'Eelle told me all, and we tooA
counsel together. II was not safe FOL
her 10 stay any longer. though would
have died for her gladly. But what coulC
DO doneT We knew she must so else
where. and the next morning rowet
her over 10 Peter-port In time for th'
steamer TO England. Poor little thing
poor little hunted soulv
'srardlf," said. did she leave ne
message for met"
"She wrote q letter for you," he said
'the very last thing. She did not so 4
bed that night, neither did |. was go
Ing 10 lose her, doctor, and she ha'
been like the light Of the sun 10 me
But what could ! dot She was terrlhes
TO death at the thought Of her husband
claiming her. promised TO give tn
letter Into your own hands. Here 1t Is:
IL had been lying In his breast pocket
and the edges were worn already. III
gave II to me llngeringly, as IL 10th 4
part with It. The tourists were coming
up In greater numbers, and made
retreat hastily towards quiet and re
mote part OF the cliffs seldom visited II
LIttle Sark.
There, with the sea. which had carrie'
her away from me, playing buoyantl!
amongst the rocks, ! read her farewell
letter. II ran thus:
"My Dear Friend-I am glad | cal
call you my friend. though nothing cal
ever come of our friendship-nothing, 70
we may not see one another rs othe
friends do. | am compelled to fee ava,
again from this quiet. peaceful home
where you and Tardif have been SO goo
10 me. began to feel perfectly saf
here, and all at once the refuge fall
me. 1t breaks my heart, but must gC
aud my only gladness IL that 1t win b
good for you. BY and by you will forge
me, and return to your cousin Julia, an
bo happy just as you once thought 20
should be--as you would have been bu
for me. You must think Of ME as on
dead. am quite dead-lost to you.
"Good-by, my dear friend; good-bJ
good-byl OLIVIA"
The last line was written in shaker
irregular hand. and her name was hal
blotted out. as II tear had fallen upo
Il. l remained there alone on the viii
aud solitary cliffs until It was time
return to tho steamer.
Tardif was waiting for me at the OF
trance Of the little tunnel through whic
the road passes down TO the harbor. II
did not speak at Arst, but he drew OF
OF his pocket an old leather pouch iille
with yellow papers. Amongst them Ia
a long curling tress Of shining hair. II
touched It gently al II II had feeling an
consciousness.
"You would like to have 1t, doctorr' b
said.
"Ay," / answered, and that only.
could not venture upon another word.