The Frankfort roundabout. [volume] (Frankfort, Ky.) 1882-1908, 1905-07-08

manner void of life and purpose
/ less. called to him, but he gave
no reply. and bending over him |
found his face white as death and
his lips purple as if dyed with the
juice Of grapes.
Immediately ! knew he had taken
kanwie, " drug of such powerful
import that only a divine interposi-
tiOn could one hope to interdict it's
deadly influence.
But the child was before me-!
She knelt and breathed her perfect
respiration upon his lips, wiping
them with her hands and measur-
ing the slowly beating pulse with
an air of compOsure surprising in
it's effects, and bringing about re-
turning consciousness marked to a
degree.
Jack opened his eyes and seeing
me he smiled. The child sat near
us seemingly in wait for something,
a promise understood, and /, too,
waited as do those who are in
doubt, while the earth grew calm
as dream of summer, and the light
grew dim, fading, at last, TO faint
rays of palest blue, and ending
with the benediction of hope shin
ing upon the face of my dearest
friend. He smiled again, and
looked up with an appearance of
determination TO conquer whatever
doubt remained, and spoke with an
air of heroic manhood.
"WOuld you have believed this of
me, Tom? But l was pOwerless
longer to contend with fate !!
Dreaming strange dreams of an in
dividual happiness which could
only be idealiZed in the real of
the universal phantaslnagC ria of
Maia, / loved woman who has
been the destruction of family ties
she holds my destiny, with that
OF the child, in the tiny circle of
her slender fingers. She has power
to mould my nature with the plas-
tic touch of sympathetic passion.
But she lives apart from me in An
atmosphere where | can not enter,
and the separation of body and
spirit. mind and matter, floods me
at times with melancholy, kindling
passion for death, or suicide, or
annihilation, or of driving me in
sane the mere thought of which to
IL lonely man is a horror of himself.
and he longs to escape from his
own misery and solitude by the
temptation of crime, with IA sense
of dumb desOlatiOn, lost and Devil
dered. forgotten and forsaken by
God, the world, and the woman for
whose sake the creatures hopes
have persisted.
"Once every year she comes to
this cave of electrical phenomenon,
where some subtle influence per-
meates the atmosphere, and she is
permitted to bath her wasted ener-
gies in the pools of l.ethe. Other
forms and faces accompany her,
you remember the text of Holy
Writ about the joy of the angels
over the repentant sinner, and
some time We are permitted to wit.
ness host of the heavenly mum Der
as you have Tonight, who smile
and comfort the weary of earth as
the Master himself was comforted
in the Garden of GethsCmene.
II was not so fortunate. because
came here with determination to
take the life of the woman | loved.
and failing in this | had no other
resolve than to take my own life.
The kingdom of the child, what
rare lOveliness peoples its flower
strewn borders; what de licate senti-
ment imbues its little people. Cyn-
thia's angel setting here after hav-
ing saved me from the realms of
perdition, awaiting my promise to
accept trials, SORROWS, and cares,
with the strength and endurance
of superior helper, and never 10
harhOr again the thought or our.
pose of personal suicide.
II promise all you ask, - turning
to the waiting child, go your way
in peace. for again is the text of
| Holy Writ come true, A little
child shall lead them" | shall
live my life rs God would require
it, and ii in His providence the
mother of the child should come
back To me, with the love for which
| long, there shall be no depth,
nor height. no length or breadth of
devotion that shall not be Gods,
the child, and hers" He finished,
and as the soft cadences of his voice
echoed along the mysterious vault
| above our heads, | heard the lifting