Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1909-04-10

sons rs the lion Nexiey and the poor little
iackaI Pu0hf Sweetest Lady,
l am in love with you and the world
Bear witness that l forgive Pugh-aye,
forgive Mondeti See, down the Rue
victor-the wreck of Les Colonies The
little editor was there, perhaps, writing
his paragraphs on the stanchness of Pc
leel Once. Lara, my mother
said, Peter some time you will breathe
the breath of life = l know what she
meant now. 1 wonder how she knewr
Mothers are close to the heart OF
things"
There were tears in her eyes. To the
right of them. among the ruins, wailinP
woman had found her own.
They had traversed the Morne dor
ange. The sun bathed the fields. The
wreck of the great plantation house was
hunched closer to the ground. As he
neared the rim of the cistern, Peter halted
suddenly by the stricken lianas. and beck
oned Lara back. The well curbing was
broken away. and the earth for yards sur
rounding had caved into the pit.
'Mondet was right. after all. about the
earthquake" he said.
Without speaking. they stood there for
NDOA@
hand and led her back toward the boat at
the Sugar Landing.
Night had fallen. Up through the
streets Of the capital. they STROBE, the
man and woman. Easements were open
to the stars and the sea, but the people
were dull with grief Martinique had lost
her frst-born, and Fort de France. the
gentle sister of Saint Pierre. was bowed
in the spirit of weeping. They had loved
and leaned on each other. this boy and
girl Of the mother island.
Through the silent crowds Peter and
Lara walked. a part of the silence. pass
ing the groves and towers, where the laws
of France are born again for the little
aliens; treading streets Of darkness and
moaning, streets Of light and tears. A
field of fre-lights shOne ahead. their red
glow shining upon new canvas. This was
the little colony Of Father Damien
brands plucked from the burning Of Saint
Pierre. They passed the edge of the
bivOuac. A woman sat nursing her babe.
freight upon her face and breast. drOwsy
little ones about her. Coffee and night
air and quavering lullabies: above all,
beautiful Josephine in marble smiling
dreamily among the stars. II was the
most potent instant of Constable's life;
some great JOY OF thrilling tragedy was
breathing upon his heart lie saw tear
upon the cheek Of Lara. The voice Of
Father Damien came from the distance:
Go thy way, eat thy bread with JOY,
and drink thy wine with a merry heart;
for God hath already accepted thy works.
Let thy garments be always white. and
Jet not thy head Jack ointment. Live
j0yfuly with the wife whom thou lowest,
al the days Of thy life'
There was a cry from behind II was
from the lips Of the woman with the babe
al her breast. She had caught the gar
ments Of Lara ID her hands. aud. haf
kneeling. with bier face toward Peter she
exclaimed in q voice 81 joy.
''Ie Is come lie Is come +"
The silent camp uprose with shout on
gladness. The remnant of Saint Pierre
pressed about the man and woman, cry
ing. laughing kissing their hands. Con-
stable bad not dreamed of such g.orify-
ing gratitude and SET he Has BUNDLED 10
tears. These Here 40 few. and saint
Pierre 40 vast
Father Damien" Ae said when DIS
voice came 20 BIN. 'He are CONE 10 take
sou oui a. 0lI ship
mot ou fle ship. boz here noH Do che
Old priest cr.ea. 'lf ls tlf momeni ~
fen thousand year.
And ~ fley Nere restored fo each
other ln fle mIdsi of fhelr devoted. in
fhe hre.lIglf beneath tOe fetfn Palms
and fle blessing III ~ Empress
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