The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-01-04

CT, and let him go where he wants
 You've got a son left
 It isn't a husband cried the olC
 woman. My poor old man, wherever have you gone to?' And with that they
 turned into an alley and I saw them nc
 more.
 As l stood hestating at the end ol the street, which was one of eyeless
 warehouses, with lamps hung on the
 walls and niches in which outcasts were
 lurking, two women came up the hill
 and stopped not far from me. That's
 what comes of man that never opens
 his mouth said one angrily. I'd soon-
 CT have man that knocks you about a
 bit than one of them that you never
 know what they're thinking of. To
 deave his lawful wife, and them mar
 ried forty years And she's never shed
 tear, nor she won't go home. She S
 wandering the streets saying eshe'll go
 after him and find him, and she a wo-
 man of sixty five! Oh, them wicked
 Mormons!'
 "At that word, as if I remembered
 some sin of my youth the thought of
 the bilious stranger of the night circle
 startled me, hit me with such a sense
 of catastrophe that turned and spoke
 to the women. What is the mat ter?'
 l asked; what has happened?' Con
 fused by my sudden attack their story
 was incoherent and fantastic to de- gree, but it amounte ed to this: Un- known to all, possibly even unsuspected
 by himself, some inexplicable and fla tai tenacity of purpose had never Snl fn ayict iy, ba of hn al
 Scot. The passion, which seemed to have slept for forty years, had been by the chance visit of the Mormon mission ary wrought to such a height that with out word he had gone his way, leav- | ing home and wife at the age of seven- l ty, taking with him the savings gath cred so many years before, yoyaging to discover in that America of promise the fulfilment of his youthful dream.
 For many days this incident haunt ed me, but there was a good deal of sickness that year, and through the pressure of other thoughts and much work it's outline had begun to fade, when, one day bright day with a blue sky, I went to the stage to see the | American steamer sail. I amused my self for a time in the keen alert atmos- phere, watching that meeting place of all nations.i The tide was rushing with the speed of mill suice and the tiniest scrap of a sail was visible on that buoy ant path, The huge Vessel hove above the stage, lowing slowly with the ac- tion of the tide like tethered horse inn patient to start. In mid-channel the small river steamers hurried panting about their business; a great liner, with men at work in her rigging. lay a dead weight on the water, and a line of barges, uneasy with such a swell of water beneath them, were lowed to their quiet dock by a screaming tug. On the stage itself watched the crowd outside the barriers, the folk in line on the deck of the vessel, the trim gloved officers the porters coming and going along the gangway like figures in child's toy; then, returning on the road way above the river, I saw the scene from higher level, catching glfmpses, across deep pit of green water of the crowd moving to and fro against the hull of the great steamer. A few sec ords more, and I saw that the huge vessel had moved a step outward and was cautiously feeling her way like 8 blind creature moving a step at time. Then. with two tugs leading her in ropes, she went off slowly, the fail of her great propeller rising and beating the water. leaving behind her writh- ing trail of foam. Presently finding no check upon her but the two ropes, she stood still for a moment to rid herself ' of them, and then went away down the middle stream between a line of watch ing ships and people.
 AS I withdrew my eyes from the | beautiful creature they were caught by a ludicrous figure not many yards from | me By my side, with his eyes fixed on | the lessening steamer, standing on tip | toe so that his chin just appeared above | the iron railing, and holding high above his head with both hands q two-foot | rule with @ spotted handkerchief hut- tering from the end, was my friend the hunch- backed cobbler, with tears run ming down his face, unheeding every thing but that black steerage deck on | which it was impossible longer to dis tinguish single figure. Then once again I remembered that belated emi- grant, and understood as certainly as if l. itriu DCtil ipii ilit, tlidt oblIltWlltTt III | he heart of that great vessel which I lad watched so carelessly was the for ;aken old woman who had fever set foot outside her native port, journeyng at he age of sixty-fve on an impossible luest over strange and dreaded waters. guessed how it had been The neigh ,ord, full of pity for her madness, and eeing that she could never rest had { sum of money and allowed Ter to set forth on her hopeless jour icy. So that is the end of it. I said | { O myself, and it was virtually the end, or. though I was at some trouble to ( iscover what had become of the old ouple, no one in the town ever heard | f them again. Nor did the son, whose overly kept him behind, hear; and, 1deed, when I think of it, how should | I e, for his mother could not write and l is father had gone to join the Nor I lons. ."-Macmillan's Magazine.
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