New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-08-07

North Country again
The ships head fell away. and great. gray
mass of water came thInde--ng over the bull
warks- The light flying bridge that spanna5 The
forward well-deck cracked and formed itself
INTO Two sides Of a triangle. The captain
growled an oatn- The two man pulled Justify
at the kicking wheel One was a rough Shet-
~ y. nose bands lay the peace OF wives and
mothers. The other was Godfrey Dene
he was learning 70 write poetry.
A not sun streaming down on The white
houses or a little port in the island Of Cuba IN
the shade or a wall a group OF soldiers were eat
ing bacon and beans and drinking wine.
a gang Of COEvCts was toiIfne along The
dusty road, their chains JangIing Where the
wall Of the hospital bounded a narrow street and
IaSl IL into shadow. sick men lying their
helpless limbs stretched out on the hot earth
among the crowd that hung about the door
We're other feverstriClen wretches distinguished
only by the blanket that hung from their shout
uerS. waiting until the doctor came TO minister
to their needs Sickness and death were strik-
ing the last blow at the Spanish rule in the seas
over which once it had been supreme.
From the side door of the hospital
staggered out INTO the binding sunshine. For
several weeks he had lain with death at his
bedSlde-death among alien race. who could
speak no word he could understand: surrounded
by horrible sights. cut off from all that was
sweet, pleasant and beautiful. a mean sorJlid.
horrible death. On the sea he had at least been
among his own COUutrymen. rough though they
were. But a sick sailor is of no use on a ship;
the hospital at the nearest port is the place for
him.
Godfrey Dene had never been a coward. To
save n life he would have risked his own es-
peclally II any one were watching him. To
WIN lady smile he would have CHANGED
broken limb. and celebrated it in a ballad. But
| in that Cuban hospital he had been face 10
face with a death that has no place in ballads
He would have thanked Fortune-Or whatever
it may be that orders this strange whirligi, OF
a wOrld-for the death of a hero bur now ba
cursed rer for striking him down in that plague
stricken island.
He did not recognize the pains that same Jade.
Fortune. was taking with his education. She
mad long before seen in him a pupil who might
do her credit but only with much whipping.
On a gray February morning Grace Heathcots
was struggling against a furious wind that tore
along the cliffs, beating down the long. rank
grass and causing the sea 10 break itself in
| clouds Of spray against the white walls that
/ faced it stanchly. For a time she revealed in
| the fight. being vigorous healthy Young
woman Nh ~ -
| and loved it in all its moods AT last however,
she sought the shelter Of deep ravine that
| cut into the cliff and afforded a steep descent
| to the beach Walking a few PAGES down into
a quieter air, the wind tearing over her head.
she seated herself on a rocky projection and
| 1t was seven months since he had gone av-ay-
and no word had come TO tell of his wanderings
/ she dld not know even the name of the, ship
| on which he had sailed Sometimes she thought
\ came into her mind that he had not fulfilled his
| purpose, but still pursued his former lazy life
! and was ashamed to confess his weakness She
/ could not trust him, she did not love him
But, at least. she had not forgotten.
| Miss Heathcote-"
She started and looked up. For moment he
| was strange to her. A lean. brown faced man.
/ CluSely SndNe0, with CneekS SUukau that
| bones stood out in two knobs over which the
brown skin was tightly stretched Then she
\ knew him.
| You have come homer' she cried. She was
| not addressing him, but assuring herself.
| That's good guess" he laughed and scranl-
/ bed down the side OF the ravine The old Cod
irey l)ene had never scrambled. Il would have
| impaired his dignity.
| Where have you beene You're-you're very
/ much altered"
ooh knocking about in the worIdr' he an
! swered. carelessly But tell me about your
I self
| It seemed a different man who had come hack
| 70 her on that wild. gray morning from the
| dreamy eyed lover who had hidden her goodby
! IN the warm July weather He would not talk
| Of himself; formerly few other subjects had any
charm for him. Presently. however she drew
! from him an account OF his wanderinEs: but
there was no word spoken Os any reward for his
| self-sacrifce
Godfrey Dene had been Mr. Heathcote.s guest
| for several days. and sttII the question once
| asked was not repeated He would not. he told
| himself. seek her answer until he was more sure
| that IL would be favorable The impulsfve eager
| poet had cooled and hardened
| Grace HeathcOte began to think of the beauti-
! full women with the great, passionate eyes that
/ he had described TO her tHe thought il could.
| at least 90 no harm to his causeJ She began to
! avoid him. That is to say. if she had not loved
| him when he went away land no one not even
/ herself, could have decided that. she had come
/ TO love him now.
! But Dene was looking into his heart. and find
J ing there q state of things that surprised him.
ne was NOT sure ne wanted 70 marry Grace
| HeathcOte. He had thought that the old pas
SION sun iINcu. only requiring HeT presence TO
| burn as hercely as ever. But this il had not
i done. and he recognized the possibility Of an
/ other woman reviving it in him The risk was
1 great. yet he felt himself bound in honor not 70
go without speaking. But il was easy 70
/ keep silent-so easy TO go. and Dene loved do
| that which was easy He began To write verses
, again. and he knew they were better verses than
he used to write. He would be great and sit on
| society's lap and be kissed He liked being
| kissed. The Heathcotes were not in society.
With the old, comfortable. lazy life came back
the old ways and thoughts. that. when at
last he asked Grace Heathcote to be his wife she
refused him for the second tiTne-uot because she
did not love him. but because he did love her
Honor. he told himself. was satisfied But how
vas it that he allowed her 10 find out that
he did not love herr
WeN2
he published his verses. but not at his own
expense. Society petted him for a time Then
he experienced the grand passion for a lady.
and away with her, But her husband ran
the faster. and severely chastised The diSturber
of his domestic peace when he caught him. That
made society laugh. Then ne changed his name
and fed into the country. where he married a
widow lady who experienced the grand passion
for him Report says his wife is kind him.
She admires his poetry. immensely. but has been
heard to affirm that II is fortunate for him he
has a woman with some sense in her head 70
look after him.
Grace HeathCOte married worthy gentleman
deeply interested in commercial matters but
who at period of his existence had any taste
for poetry--(The Sketch
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