Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1904-11-17
The Man Who
Returned from the
Under World
~ EVELYN MARTIN

" orthodox, and knew how to BRING
q discreet resignation to their grie1s'
He had caught chill In the last week
Of his honeymoon, and returned home
to die after a three-days' illness-three
vague, Intellectual days Of optimism and
inexperienced nursing. 80 -
The whole thing was horrible and sur
prising, and the little bride-19 years
old; blue eyed and fuffy-was SO strick-
en- with establishment as to be only
half conscious Of her misery. She
went to the funeral, walking firmly and
quietly by her father-in-law. 1t seemed
to her ceremony mora dignffed than
terrible. for she. ,wassg unable Z. to- con-
ceive Of her husband as lying in the
comm which stood, sa bedowered and
subsidiary altar, at the chancel steps.
Everybody said that the wreaths were
beautiful, especially the great circlet OF
white roses which had been sent by
the curate's wife. She had written
Verse on the card which went with it,
f6rashe contributed poetry to the week.
IL papers sometimes. - W.T.
The verse rang in the brides heAd
While the slow ritual Of the service
vent on: ,'.~ .... H. - +
1.-THE happy dead are here:
Their spirits in the sun
e. Sing softly and make cheer
r. Because that life is done"
tshe said to herself bitterly that 1t
was cruel and unfair that he should be
free and joyous on some happy spiritual
plane whilst she spent long gray years
in the world that had suddenly become
uninteresting. He had been so kind.
80 considerate, so much her own dur
ing the fortnight that they had spent
together She missed his ready atten-
ton, the exclusive delight which he
bad in her company, the way that his
hand caressed the short bits of hair in
her neck. She dared not allow her
self to realize that she would never
have these things again. The thought
hurt her intensely, and she detested
pain. -..
SSomething in her mind cried out: 20,
come back! Come back! want you!"
His death, his vanishment, as she
thought Of it, sitting in the dark
church with her eyes fixed on the white
mass of flowers, seemed too monstrous
and unnatural to be true.
She cried little as she walked back
across the churchyard and thought of
the text which the curate had several
times repeated: so also is the resur-
rection of the dead. 1t is sown in cor
ruption; it Is raised in interruption"
, Her father-in-law and his two daugh-
tiers were with her. They all felt a
little tired and dull now that the great
event was over. They went slowly down
the church lane, through the garden
gate, up the path still marked with the
heavy footsteps Of the bearers. The
dead man was in all their thoughts just
then; he had been a great gardener,
and had@planted little while before
his marriage the lilies which his bride
now brushed with her stiff crepe skirt
In the garden which he had given life
to- 1T was difficult to believe in his death.
They looked at each other, recognizing
between them an added sensation of
loss.
sAnd in the porch they found him
waiting for them. z 4
Afterwards, when they came to talk
about it, no one could quite remember
what he wore or how he looked. Only
he was there, standing in the doorway,
as he lad been accustomed to stand
looking at his flowers after a morn
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air of entire reality about it.
His father, tongue responding auto
matically to the stimulus Of sight. be-
gan to say: Hello, my boy!" Then
he stopped, looked hastily at the others,
and hoped they had not heard him.
For just five seconds there was a
dead silence. The father heard the
watch tick in his waistcoat pocket and
the sound of his own strenuous breath.
He knew that the three girls were all
looking at the figure in the porch. Then
the bride gave little cry. Her hus-
band had stepped towards her, holding
out his arms with that boyish gesture
of affection which she had always liked
30 much.
Bertha, darling, I couldn't leave
you!" he said. His voice had the Joy
full note of traveller come home.
She turned away from him and flung
herself against her father-in-law, hid
her face on his sleeve, and began to cry
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I'm so: sorry" said the young man.
':l've startled all of you. thought,
somehow, you'd understand when you
saw me here; but of course you don't.
1t was stupid Of me. The point is, I've
come back. Bertha wanted me: and
leaving her, alone seemed 50 horrible"
;. He turned back into the house, and
the others, followed him, staring stupid
", and not liking to speak TO one an
other. Noione as yet had said anything
to him. ! re, leave st. E'u>, Il
They went into the dining-room. He
wassnotsthere. The cloth was laid for
luHch: There was Z faint scentsof cab
bages and .stewed rabbit -,
They Ill lelf reassared., It was 10
evident what had happened. They had
been the victims Of : collective hallu-
cination- zzasensfunll hing enough mn
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