The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-07-08

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and equal before you, and not till we
are equal shall seek you"
And without another word or look nc
| left the room. Trembling, we sat
| where he had LETT us, oppressed by we
| knew not what, waiting for something.
we knew not what.
Suddenly a cry broke the stiffness,
so sharp, so distressing. the servants
came running from every part of the
house. Agnes and I hurl ed down the
hall to Harold's study. the sound hav-
ing seemed to come from there. W
tried the door, but found 1t locked.
With nameless terror l coulu not
hide, I ordered 1t burst open. We
rushed I'm. Harold was lying across
the rug unconscious but living, as !
found TO my infinite relief. No other
soul was in the room The windows
were down. the key on the inside of the
door, Nothing vas disturbed, every
thing as usual.
Questioning of the rcrvants brought
no news. Even thougn two had been
in the hall at the time 'heo mad
passed through. They declared they had
seen no one. Cui'lousl" enough. though
the ground was Camp from recent
rain. there was no sign of n footprint
nea.' the porch where he had entered.
The gardener on being questioned,
vowed that no ore mad passed him,
though he had been working on that
side of the mouse at u o'clock and had
been all afternoon. SO strange were
these accounts, Agnes and l did not
speak of our experience. The servants
were in state of ;erro where anotGer
word of mystery would have sent them
all packing. There was nothing to do
but wait anxiously for Earold to ex-
plain It to us.
About o o. clock he slowly walked
from his stupor, looked around fear
fully, and, seeing only me. beckoned
feebly for me to come closer. "Where
is Theo, Aunt FAM" he whispered.
"He is not here, dear. Shall l call
him." .s,.gs
He shuddered "No, no--I'll tell, I'll
tellw he gasped. "Agres. send Agnes"
She came at once. He chung to her
hand as II for strength.
"TheO is not guilty" he whispered.
weakly. Chilled about him-I loved
you SOL thought he mad played me
false in winning you when I was away.
1t was not true--what l said. l prom
lsed him I would-tellI loved you
loved" He sank back on the pillow.
Agnes's eyes met mine. He had seen
him. then.
1t was two days after that. accord
ing to his wish. we sent him away with
faithful nurse. We never saw him
again. He Travelled far abroad. seek
ing in vain to regain health and hap
piness. and when news of his death
came to me a few months ago, could
but thank God the poor, Maynard
heart had found peace Mt last.
The day after he left, Agnes and
were sitting in the same room at the
same time discussing for the hun
dredth time the mystery, when we
heard a commotion at the door, then
steps coming rapidly down the hall
the door burst open and Theo stood
| upon the threshold. The hug he gave
me assured me that this was 10 spirit
and the meeting between himself and
Agnes | need not tell, nor the discus
sion of his strange appearance three
! days before. which amazed and puz
zled him as much as 1t did us. To this
day we have not understood it, and he
| ll Go, NlniY M
being at that time three days journey
away at London.
Il don't understand II, Aunt Fam
he said. II only know thls-that after
bad rushed away from you and hat
thought quietly about 1t all Il hat
plenty Of time in which to think OF
that long journey to Africa, l deter
mined to make one more fight. Ne
sooner did l reach port than l started
back LONE again on the next steamer
as anxious to get back as l had been t.
leave. l loved her so dearly I deter
out to the last When 1 reached Lon
don I saw in the paper notice of thu
wedding. and the feeling 1 was to-
late was such agony as ! hope never t.
suffer again. So great, have no rec
objection of what happened afterwart
till 1 found myself on the train comm.
here. Do you think my wish was 81
intense It forced my spirit out of m.
body and sent it ahead to plead 70
me?" he added reverently. II dom
know, and l can't understand it, bu
thank God | was In time. My littl
girl would never have bee happy will
Harold. poor boy-poor boyw-Vlr
ginia Westbrook, in New Orleans Pic
ayune.