The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-05-20
THE GRAVE.

Two figures walked over the cliffs.
The day was wild and stormy. Huge
clouds, bursting with sonlbre light. sailed
over the pewter-colorcd sen. The bleak
magniflcence Of the moor stretched away
in endless pillows as sad and desolato
as the sea, on which no sail was to be
seen.
The wayfarers turned out OF the strug-
gle OF the bitter wind Into a slight de-
preston. A few scattered cottages be-
gan to come into the field OF their vision.
soon%they snw the whitewashed build
ings of coast guard station and the
high, square tower of n church.
$50 It's all settled. SPENCE said ono
of the men. n tall, noble-fnced man,
dressed as q clerk In Holy Orders.
Yes, Father Ripon,' Spence said.
They have offered me the paper. It
was one OF poor Ommaney's last wishes.
OF course. we were Injured in our cir
culation by the fact that we were the
first to publish the pews OF the great
forgery. But in two years Ommaney
had brought the paper to the front
again. He was wonderful, the first editor
OF his age.
II wns there with Follott Farmer and
the doctors when he died. Fancy, 1t was
the frat time ! had ever been in his
flat, though we had worked together all
these years The simplest place you ever
saw. Just q couple OF rooms. where he
slept all the daytime, No luxury, hardly
even comfort. Ommaney had no exist
ence apart from his work. He'd saved
nearly all his very large salary for many
years. am an executor Of his Will
Ho left legacy to Farmer, and to mo
also, and the rest to the Institute OF.
Journalists. But I am persuaded that
he did not care In the least what hap
pened to his money He never did. Ha
wasn't mean In any way, but simply
hadn't any ,lso for money. good
hearted man, a very brilliant editor. but
utterly detached from any personal corr
tact with llfe."Ga A.
Father Ripon's keen face, still as eager
and powerful as before. set into lines
OF thought. tF
duct he said at length. "A modern
product. sign OF the times. We'll,
Spence, a power Is entrusted to YOU
now such as no priest can enjoy.
pray that your editorshfp of this great
paper will be fine. Try to be fine always,
/ believe that the Holy Spirit Will be
with you."
''Theres the church" said spence,
"where she lies buried. Gortre sees that
tho grave lis kept beautiful with howers'
1t was an odd impulse OF ypu' - = o''ie''
to- propose this visit
III do odd things sometimes SAG we
u,riest, simply. NJ thought that 1.-The
sight OF this poor woman's resting
place might remind you and me OF what
has passed, of what she did for the
5world-though no one knows y but our
group of friends. I hope that It VIII re-
mind us, remind You very solelnnly. my
friond in your new responsibility, OF
what Christ means to the world.
The shadows OF the time OF
darkness. When It was Dark
during tho 'EIorror OF Great Darkness,
have gone from us, And this poor s'stof
did this for her Snyionr's sake.
Thev stood by Gertrude Hunts grave
as they spoke,
A slender copper cross rose apnYe ~
some six feet high,
"I wonder how the poor girl managed
IT." said Spence ut length; 'her letter
was wonderfully complete. Sir Michael
lord Fencastle, mean--showedE II me
some years ago. She was Wonderlully
adroit. suppose Llwelyn had left pc
pers about or something. hut 90 Won
der how she did II,
oThot" said Father Ripon was what
shc would never tell anybody
"Requiescat in pace" said Spence,
IN Paradise with Saint Mary OF Mag
DALAI" the priest said softly.
THE SECOND PICTURE.
lass luem Deus Vult Periodic.
The chaplain OF the county asylum
stood by the castclated red brtck lodge
Of the end OF thu asylum drive, talking
to a group Of young ladies',
The drive, which stretched away nearly
quarter Of a mile to the enormous
mIiidings of the asylum, with their lofty