The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-06-30

another tragedy as my own. I see that need not go into detail. You know that am speaking truth. It was before you came so herolcally on this new scene that she told me her secret. At a time when. nothing was known of you except that you had dis appeared. When she laid bare her poor bleeding heart to me. she did fl in snch wise that for an instant feared that it was murder which she had committed. Indeed, she called fl sol You understand that know all your secret; all her part in 1t at least And know you understand what low Ing duty lies before you. I see 1t in your eyes; your brave, true eyesi Go! and the Lord be with theer' Her ac- cnstomed idiom had returned with prayer She turned her head away and, standing up. leaned against the window. Banding over. he took her hand and said simply
 God bless you. shall come back to thank you either tonight or tomor- row; and I hope that she will be with me.
 He went quickly ont of the room. The woman stood for long looking out of the window. and following with tear- dimmed eyes the movement of his great black horse as he swept across coun- try straight as the crow flies, towards the headiand whither stephen had gone Stephen passed over the wide ex- panse without thought: certainly with out memory of it. Never in her after life could she recall any thought that had passed through her mind from the time she left the open gate of the windmill yard till she pulled up her smoking, panting horse beside the ruin of the fishers house. All the mechan- ical part of her brain worked. of course. as usual: and her horse knew. as ever her guiding hand in her mad gallop. and went fearlessly, as though his rider and he were one.
 There are such times in the lives of passionate natures though they come but seldom. Lacunae In the scrip of Time; when the individual was oblit- erated; when the Unseen Power holds the scales of happiness. To have pass ed such an epoch is to have lived, and not in vain. It is a baptism to the higher thought: the subjugation of self; the acknowledgement of the mys- tery of life Such an epoch crowns sex: and. for good or i'll. places man or woman in the true perspective of Eden.
 Stephen was not unhappy' She was not happy in any conscious form. She was satisfied rather than dissatisfied. She was a woman. A woman who waited the coming ol a man!
 For while she stood at the edge of the cliff. and looked at the turmoil of the tide churning on the rocks below. Her heart went out In a great burst of thankfulness that 1t was her hand which had been privileged 10 aid in rescuing so dear a life. Then she looked around. Ostensibly 1t was to survey the ruined house: but in reality to search, even then under her lashes. the whole green expanse sloping up 10 the windmill for some moving figure. She saw that which made her throat swell and her ears to hear celestial music. But she would not allow her self to think. of that at all events. She was all woman now; an-patient, and all-submissive. She waited the man; and the man was coming.
 For few minutes she walked round the house as though looking at 1t crit ically for some after-purpose. We are all hypocritesi The Lord in His wis., dom has so ordained 1t; and perhaps. after all. the most frequent of our prayers are the thoughts we breathe with full intent, even whilst we are stimulating with our bodies some pur- pose which we do nor feel.
 Then she went to the edge of the cliff, and went down the zigzag by which the man and morse had gone to their gallant task. At the edge of the.