Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-03-21

o the night, or the breakin' O the last o days?
Have We come to me at the end?"
She knelt beside him and fondled his hand
and stroked his yellow hair and kissed his lips
Tears came to their eyes and deep sObs to their
threats.
"Oh, Tammas, my Tammasr' exclaimed the
nurse. and all her sweet and quaint old world
speech came instantly back to her lips . lis
but now | saw the paper. Thank God, brave
lad, We be not dead Thank God we be met
again Twas a noble deed We did, my dear
heart
And how come We to be in the States, Fanny
and how in this 'sptal: Why left We the moor
lands' asked the man." though I've heard
say We had left and gone from all sight
They re all gone from the moorlands Tam
mas. SAID Fanny, and there is one there at
all. SO came away too
No one left" asked Thomas Lanswick in
bewiliered tone And where be they all gone
Your folk and mine!
They're all gone, lad she answered The
moor days are short days and sad, and at last
they heard the bells o the snow white ewes
ringing down the hills o the clouds"
1t was in the legends OF the moors, in the fig
him.
Dead he said, as in stupor. -Four dead
in seven wears Your elders and NINE
FANNY BOTHWIN nodded her lowered head
then said so came away and nv sisters
States and got me place here seamstress,
Tammas, and hoped to find We. not knowing
how big world it was And later | became a
nurse, having had much nursing to do with the
old folk And now I've found we at last, heart
q gold, under the same roof all by the grace o
Heaven and the good deed We did-and the
newspaper here, OH how I've been waiting
waiting. my Tammas! See, here's your ring
and it never been off my hand"
\ shadow crawled into the eyes of Thomas
l~.~
agony. Your rings gone with the hand that
bore it, Fanny" he said 1t was fit that the
curse come true; for curses are not heedful o
the manner o the fault Aye. the rings lost
forever and the life of a woman upon 't-and
all for naught!"
Twas never your fault Tammas: twas a
bright, brave deed We did, and you re my hero
the more for it.
I'm but poor, one-arned piece of man
now, Fanny mine and you you're fairer and
stronger and sweeter than ever afore."
The blond Hercules lifted up his solitary
arm and let it fall Imply on the bed.
The young woman seized it and pressed it
fondly. It's thrice man you re always been.
Tammas Lanswick, said Fanny Bothwin. and
afeared o naught save spells and demonry and
the hidden folk o darkness. And now it's still
more of a man you are and fit to be the mate of
a better woman than mt"
Lass. I'm like cart with one wheel like a
boat with one oar. I'm broken and mangled
like felled oak Topped by the ak, spoke the
plaintive voice.
But I've strong arms for the twain of us,
my Tammas and III lend We mine aye, and
after I've nursed We we'll again, work them to
the bone for the sake of man like YOU"
No need! No need,' said Thomas Lans-
wick
Her two arms stole up about his neck once
more and his own laid itself across her shoulder.
The loose sleeve of his shirt sank along the fore
arm to the elbow and the emblazoned tattooed
figures shone brightly in the soft centered light
that was cast about them like an aureole glow
ing out of the shadows of the stark and barren
room.