The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1902-09-12
After Long Years.
BY OLIVE CARRUrHERS.

great turn for speed. makes it's way from
the old cathedral city standing: at the
mouth of the Chart, and calls at most OF
the little fishing villages for some miles
along the rugged coast.
A few of the larger towns boast pier,
but at many of them the Duchess gently
noses the shinsle. and passengers ig-
ANONYMOUSLY walk the plank: to the Shore
At no time is the tiny craft out of
sight of land, and is often close under the
shadow of the lofty red cliffs, only here
and there scanned with chalk, their sum-
mits crowned with bracken and gorse nod
golden bedecked.
A tall man. deeply bronzed, and with
short. crisp beard and clear blue eyes,
leaned over the taffrail smoking and gaz-
ing with half closed lids at the coast as
they glided by. The hand that held the
cigar was brown and sinewy, essentially
the hand of worker, and now it trem-
bled, fer they were nearing Stoncbridge.
and every landmark seemed familiar to
him, from the quaint church 'tower--only
its summit visible from the sea-to the
tiny quay crowded now with bare-legged
boys who danced oyer the bundles of UNI
Der nets
after long years. he said, half aloud,
"and there seems no change-no change
even in myself. My body, not my heart:
las grown old.:'
DO you get off here. sir?"
Eyes. purser; [ have only that KNAPP
sack. What quaint oldworld village"
1T has not altered in twenty years.
People never die in Stonebridge, they
saX;,'
NO; never been ashore here in my
lifc,' and Herbert Seaton laughed, re-
membering the true story of the gate
keeper at the British museum, who was
unable to direct visitor to a certain de-
partment,, as during his fifteen years on
the gate he had never entered the build
ing.
He stepped ashore at length. the only
person to do so, and walked slowly up
the main street. looking keenly at all
around him. The names over the few
small shops were familiar to him; he
found himself nodding to an apple
checked old lady who was summing her
self on doorstep, who returned his
greeting, but with no sign of recognition.
The old order changeth, giving place to
And Cod fulfills Himself in many ways"
he quoted.
Behind the coastguard's cottage is a
small square, where the sound of the
sea scarcely penetrates. The houses are
small. lime washed and neat, and with
feet that Jagged he made his way toward
one. 1t was closed, and must have been
SO for some time. The shutters hung
awry, their hinges rusted by the salt
laden breeze.
The man gave low groan. "And
have come ~ 900 miles to find this"
he muttered.
One of the women peeped out of the
door at him.
Can you tell me where Mrs. Haygarth
has moved to?" he asked.
Il have never heard her name. sir"
odd not young married girl, named
Margaret Haygarth, occupy this house on
her wedding day, twenty years ago:'
NO, sir. I was a child then. What
was her maiden name?''
Margaret Sweet"
':Sweet is common name here. sir. l
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But the one I mean married man
named Haygarth, the dukes agent"
He died twenty years ago, SIR
Then please g i've me the addresses of
these Margarets.'
"One has gone foreign sir; another
bides over against the church, and the
ether teaches school back of the town.
'*Thank you. What bonny maid! Is
she yours?"
Eyes, sir"
Then give her this" and he handed
her a sovereign.
| "Who am to thank, sir?"
Herbert Seaton," and no sign of recog-
milton came into her face.
He made his way to the church and
soon found the name he was in search Of
1t was small shop and bore the legent
Bedroom to let."
! The woman who accosted him was not
the Margaret for whom he was seeking
hut was pleasant body, glad to find a
liberal tenant for the best bedroom, and
terms were soon arranged; and then
after bath, he inquired the way to the
school house, tor in his time the local
cobbler had been schoolmaster and turned
out some good fishermen, if bad scholars
The way led up steep path, the red
Banks on either hand twenty feet high
and at the end of his ramble he cam;
upon the school house, facing seward.
For some moments he stood still and
brushed beads of perspiration from his
brow, and then one sweet voice reached
his ear, and he cautiously peeped between
the pots of fuchsia and myrtle into the
| school room.
The rigid discipline of school did not
seem to exist here, for mites of all ages
rosy and chubby, sat in circle on the
floor, and in the center, on a low stool
their teacher.
The room seemed to turn round, but
Seaton steadied himself and gazed, his
heart in his eyes.
Margaret, whose face was half turned
from him, was tall and dark, a woman OF
40, her hair slightly stranded with gray