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

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Two figures walked over the cliffs,
The day was wild and stormy. Huge
clouds, bursting with sombre light. sailed
over the pew,er-colorcd sea. The bleak
magnifcence 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 slight de-:
pressaon. A few scattered cottages be-
gan to come Into the field OF their vision
Soon they saw the whitewashed build
ings Of coast guard station and the
high. square tower of church.
SO It's all settled. Spence" said one
OF the men. n TALL nobe-faced man,
dressed as clerk in Holy Orders.
Yes Father Ripon." Spence said.
They have offered me the paper. 1t
was one OF poor Ommaneys 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 grea.
forgery. But in two years Ommaney
had brought the paper to tho front
again. He was wonderful, the first editor
of his age.
II was there with Follott Farmer and
the doctors when he died. Fancy. It was
the first time ! had ever been in his
fiat. though we had worked together all
these years The simplest place you ever
saw. Just 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. l am an executor of his will.
He left a legacy to Farmer, and to M,
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. lie never did. He
wasn't mean In any way, but simply
hadn't any uso for money. A good
hearted man, very brilliant editor, but
utterly detached, from any personal con-,
tact with lfe."
Father Ripons keen face, still as cal ger
and powerful as before. set into lines
OF thought. 81
IIo sighed little. "a modern pro-
duct" he said at length. "a modern
product sign Of the times Well,
Spence, power is entrusted to You
now such sts no priest can enjoy.
pray that your editorship of this great
paper will be fine. Try to be fine always.
1 believe that the Holy Spirit will be
with you."
They rose UP towards the moor again.
"There's the church" said Spence,
where she lies buried. Gortre sees that
the grave is kept beautiful with flowers
~ WIS M ouu 'li'pN'por ~ SoNAS' .NN''S''
to propose this visit
II do odd things sometimes" said the
ptriest, simply. ~ thought that 1.-THE
sight OF this poor womanfs resting
place might remind you and me of what
has passed. of what she did for the.
world-thouGh no one knows II but our
group Of friends. I hope that It will re-
mind US, remind You very solemnly. my
fricnd in your new responsibility OF
what Christ means to the world.
The shadows Of the time Of
darkness, When 1t Was Dark
during tho Horror OF Great Darkness"
have gone from vs. And this poor sister
did this for her snviour's sake.
They stood by Gertrude Hunts grave
ms they spoke.
A slender copper cross rose above II,
some six feet high.
Il wonder how the poor girl managed
IT.. snid Spence mt length; cher letter
was wonderfully complete. Sir Michael
Lord Fencastle, ! nean--showed 1t me
some years ago. She was wonderfully
adroit. ! suppose Llwellyn had left Pc
pers about or something. But do Won
der how she did It,
"Thnt," said Father Ripon, was what
she would never tell anybody
"Requescat In pace" said Spence.
nIn Paradise with Saint Mary of Mag
dala," the priest said softly.
THE SECOND PICTURE.
Quem Deus Vult Periodic.
The chaplain OF the county asylum.
stood by the castcllated red brick lodge
at the end OF the asylum drive. talking
to a group Of young ladies'.
The drive, which stretched away nearly
a quarter Of a$mile to the enormous