Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-12-20

"Ma'am, he said In his rude way
tears filling his eys, 81 knowed hin
wen he was babby. I sailed with
his father. Pull yourself together an
speak to him. II you don't call him
back again he's gone. The doctor says
he can't do nuthin' more fer him
Speak to him, fer Gods sake, ma'am!
Anne reused herself with q last des.
perate effort-summoned the vestiges
of her resolution once more, and, a.
she thought, for the last time-stepped
nearer to Grafton, laid her hand upon
his brow, and bent her lips low toward
| him.
"Philip!" she whispered. "Philip. G
Philip! My husband"
He heard the unfamiliar sound
His babbling ceased. He opened his
eyes and lay strangely still, looking
at her.
Little France" he whispered, els
It thou?"
"I, indeed, Phillip" cried the girl.
"My wife!" he murmured.
eyes, yes, now and forever! O
Philip, Philip, I called to God out OF
the deep and He heard me! We will
never be parted"
"You have called me back to life,"
he murmured.
She laid her head upon his breast,
as she had done many times before In
Canada. He closed his eyes. Had he
tainted? But, no, she felt the pres
sure Of his hand. He would recover
now. It needed no other skill than
that supplied by her loving heart to
assure her of that. He had grown
strangely calm in her presence. Her
own strength came back to her before
his weakness. She seemed to lift him
up to life and love again. The silence
in the cabin was broken only by the
sound of the waves rushing along the
side, the creaking and groaning Of the
timbers from the uneasy pitching OF
the ship. ........
Hatfield beckoned old Slocum, and
the two men slipped noiselessly out.
. "I guess he don't want me no more,
sir" said the old sailor, sadly, as ne
stepped out of the cabin. "an' took
keer on him wen he was babby."
"And lost my ship, darling" whis-
pered Philip at last, all the sorrow OF
a sailor and a captain in his voice.
eyes, but the admiral said you had
done nobly and you were not to mind.
He would see."
"Ah, he Is a kindly mani"
"He was kind to me. too. And I
am grateful"
"And l, too"
philip, do you know that am alone
now but for your" continued the girl.
sadly. Grandfather, friends. country,
all seem to have gone down in that
terrible ship"
"'Twas not my ship that sunk her,
DEAR" protested her husband. GODS
hand dealt the blow. He saved you.
He brought US together again. l shall
be all things to you by His help. l
promise Him. promise YOU" o."
"And believe you and trust you.
/ always believed you-and trusted
you, even as a child, my Philip"
"And you will do so still?" .
"To the very end" "
"That picture, Anne. darling" whis-
pered Grafton at last, that you gave
me, twas broken by the blow that
struck me down"
"Let it bel" cried the girl. "You
have me now, is not that enough?"
"And that slipper" he murmured,
that I took from your room In the
tower"
did you take it?" she cried, family
smiling through her tears. 81 missed
it and wondered"
otis gone, too," he said, "lost with
the Torbay."
"Philip," she said, suddenly, that
other locket? All, you wear 1t still"
she added, lifting the chain with her
hand.
In spite of herself her eyes looked
the desire she did not express.
There can be no secret between US
now, sweet Anne" said Grafton.
"Open it."
She drew back. His willingness was
all she wished.
"Nay, I trust you in all. I have
you. You are mine. No pictured
woman may rise to claim you now"
None ever will, dear" he answered.
"But open 1t. l desire 1t. The dead
general would wish it, too, could he
but know you."
With eager hands she drew the lit
tie golden locket from its weather
stained leather case. She pressed the
spring and opened it. The miniature
of a beautiful young woman looked up
at her. AS she gazed at 1t a moment
her eyes filled with tears. She could
not help but be very jealo-s.
"She is very beautiful" she muir
INJURED, pitifully, looking from the
portrait at her husband.
"Is she?" he said, family. II never
saw her."
"Never saw her!"
"No, she was the betrothed OF Gen.
Wolfe. He gave me the locket the
night before the battle Of Quebec, and
bade me place it in her hands when l
returned to England, with all the love
of his heart, and he told me to tell no
one; but now you-well, we will take
1t to her together"
eyes, yes-poor maiden! All, Philip,
Sir Philip, how we'll you English know
how to love woman!"
"a man would be poor fellow, IN
deed, Anne" he answered, whom you
could not teach to do that"
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L'ENVOI.
FAREWELL!
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