The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-09-14

of the curate, who made his few,
stiff inquiries, in his usual constrain~
ed manner. He had learned that a
member of the family was unwell,
and so had stopped on his way home
to inquire as to their progress. This
was all. But his mediocre face was
pale in it's sallow way, and when the
servant replied to his question, it be-
came paler still. The invalid was not
better, indeed, was even worse; and
then the woman who gave the answer
stood for a moment, looking in un-
certain wonder at the odd change which
had come over the caller.
II am-very sorry-to hear this, -
he faltered hoarsely, at last. II did
not imagine there was any danger.
T. She is so young. Perhaps there
will be change for the better to-
night. I hope so. 1 will call again
in the morning. And then he turned
hurriedly away.
Through the slowly dragging hours
Of that sad winter night light burned
steadily in one window Of the rectory,
and inside the room it's brightness
fell upon shining, tumbled mass OF
pretty hair, forming halo about an
innocent face upon the pillow; and
the watchers who moved noiselessly
to and fro, turned back to this pillow
always, whatever might have been
the task they left to perform; and
their wearied eyes bore fresh shadow
OF anxious fear. In this fear and
grief not one of them dreamed that
there might be near them other watch
ers than themselves. And yet if one
of them had raised the curtain for a
moment and glanced down into the
cold darkness of the street below, she
would have seen another watcher
watcher, of whose despairing dread
they knew nothing, but who watched
with them nevertheless. They might
have seen this figure any night
of the many that the light fell
in subdued, prophetic dimness up
on the pillow, and they might have
seen It any morning of the many that
Noel Lowther called to make his meth
odically worded, constrained inquiries
but their hearts were so bound within
the four walls of the dim room, that
not one of them had even the slight
est shadow of thought OF its near
ness, even when the end came tc
them. and he shared it with them.
There was knot of Grape on the
door the next morning, when the
staid, respectable figure stood there
and the servant who replied to Ibis
summons met his glance with eyes
heavy with weeping.
1T is useless to ASK he said, ii
the strange breathless way the won
an had noticed before. "She is
And he stopped, and pointed with {
mute gesture at the Grape upon thu
door,
Dead" was the low-spoken answer
Yes, sir; last night"
He passed into the house withou
another word. He had right there
now. They would expect him. Dead
Yes, he had known that hours ago
and yet he had not taught himsel
to believe it anything but torturint
dream.
He stood in the mysterious dimnes:
before the marble presence at last
The closed blinds shut out all light
it seemed, and the soft gloom wa:
deaths shadow. There was only on,
thing il the room to this man, tn,
slender, black casket. wherein restet
the lost jewel -Life's .purest pear
in Deaths setting of ebony. Th'
pure cheek rested against the soft
~ rising pillow of satin; the brigh
hair flowed softly ever it; fair flower,
lay in the fairer hands. He had N
right to weep. He had been so ia
apart from her life, and he was 81
far apart from her innocent, deas
body He stood at the casket's sid,
and looked down in utter silence o
agony. He had never hoped to wax.
her to realizationt of his man
love; but life's despair was not tn
despair of death, the dumb pang O
looking down upon her sweet dea,
face. There was only for him this 81
lence, and this last, look: He passe,
out of the door and into the, fas
darkening street. The dull room wait
ed for him beyond, the dingy walls
and the old torture of the leader
groove of labor. And to this he went
with his memory Of the fair dead face
in it's setting of gold; with the mem
ory of the words the sweet youn,
voice had uttered, and the echoes ha'
caught up, and carried into the vault
ed root =
"oh, Lamb of God, who takest ava!
the sins Of the world!"
Grant us thy peace"
ooh, Lamb Of God, who takest ava.
the sins of the world!"
"HavS mercy upon us"
sycophantic sportsmen.
Napoleon was a dep1ofably bad shot
and when out On a shooting expedi
ton with Others his suite had Away