Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-12-01

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know than you"
"Yes." he went on, after a pause, an
swering her smile, you all know better
than I that his work among you will
not pass away with his removal, but
endure while you live." and the smile
on Ovens face grew brighter. "And
now you must not grudge him his re-
ward and his rest and his
home" And Bill. nodding his head slow
ly, said under his breath. That's So"
Then they sang that hymn Of the
dawning glory of ImmanuePs land,
Lady Charlotte playing the organ and
the Duke leading with clear. steady
voice verse after verse. When they
came to the last verse the minister
made a sign. and while they waited he
read the words:
| "rve wrestled on toward heaven
| 'Gainst storm and wind and tide"
And so on to thatlast victorious cry
| "I Eail the glory dawning
In 1mmanueis land"
For a moment 1t looked as If the
singing could not 60 on, for tears were
on the. minister's face and the women
were beginning to sob, but the Dukes
clear, quiet voice caught up the song
and steadied them all to the end.
After the prayer they all went In
and looked at the Pilots face and
passed out leaving behind only those
that knew him best. The Duke and
the Hon. Fred stood looking down up
on the quiet face.
"The country has lost good man,
Duke" said the Hon. Fred. The Duke
bowed silently. Then Lady Charlotte
came and gazed moment.
Dear Pilot" she whispered, her
tears falling fast. Dear, dear Pilot!
Thank God for you. You have done
much for me-" Then she stopped and
kissed him on his cold lips and on his
forehead.
Then Gwen seemed to suddenly
waken as from dream. She turned
and, looking up In frightened way,
said to Bill hurriedly:
81 want to see him again. Carry
| mew
And Bill gathered her up in his arms
and took her in. AS they looked down
upon the dead face with its look Of
proud peace and touched with the
stateliness Of death Ovens fear pass
ed away, but when the Duke made to
cover the face Gwen drew a sharp
breath and, clinging to Bill. said, with
a sudden gasp
"Oh, Bill. 1 can't bear 1t alone! I'm
afraid alone"
She was thinking Of the long, weary
days Of pain before her tnAt she must
face now without the Pilots touch and
smile and voice. -
"Me, too," said Bill, thinking of the
days before him. He could have said
nothing better. Gwen looked in his
face q moment, then said. well help
each other" and Bill. swallowing hard,
could only nod his head in reply. Once
more they looked upon the Pilot, lean
ing down and lingering over him. and
then Gwen said quietly:
'Take me away, Bill.
And Bill carried her into the outer
room. Turning back. I caught look
on the Dukes face so full of grief that
1 could not help showing my amaze.
ment He noticed and said:
"The best man ever knew. Connor.
He has done something for me too.
I'd give the world to die like
that"
Then he covered the face.
We sat at Owens window. Bill, with
Gwen in his arms, and I watching.
Down the sloping. snow covered hill
wound the procession Of sleighs and
horsemen. without sound Of voice or
Jingle of bell till, one by one. they
passed out Of our sight and dipped
down into the canyon. But we knew
every step of the winding trail and fol-
| lowed them in fancy through that fairy
| scene Of mystic wonderland. We knew
how the great elms and the poplars
and the birches clinging to the snowy
sides interlaced their bare boughs into
q network of bewildering complexity.
| and how the cedars and balsams and
| spruces stood in the bottom, their dark
| boughs weighted down with heavy
white mantles Of snow. and how every
stump and fallen log and rotting stick
was made q thing Of beauty by the
snow that had fallen so gently on them
| in that quiet spot And we could see
the rocks Of the canyon sides gleam out
black from under overhanging snow
banks, and we could hear the song of
the Swan in it's many tones, now under
an icy sheet, cooling comfortably, and
then bursting out into sunlit laughter
and leaping into foaming pool. to
glide away smoothly murmuring its de-
light to the white banks that curved to
kiss the dark water as it fed. And
where the flowers had been, the violets
and the wind flowers and the clematis
and the columbine and all the ferns
and Towering shrubs. there lay the
snow-everywhere the snow. pure,
white and myriad gemmed. but every
fake a flowers shroud.
Out where the canyon opened to the
sunny, sloping prairie there they would
lay the Pilot to sleep. within touch Of
the canyon he loved. with all its sleep
ing things. And there he lies to this
time. But spring has come many times
to the canyon since that winter day.
and has called to the sleeping flowers.
summoning them forth in merry
troops, and ever more and more till the
canyon ripples with them. And lives
are like flowers. In dying they abide
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