The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-09-23


to my ears, and when he held my hand
in both his own and whispered that
he would never leave me again. be-
gan to feel desire to get we'll.
HE kept his word, too, but this sum
mer he came to me and told me that
the sea was calling him. and he must
go. He suggested that | come with
him up here, where he could have his
boat and come home to me at night
but he would not bring the boy. and It
broke my heart to leave him. Now
you know why hate the ocean-my
enemy"
81 understand" said, and thought
/ did realize a little how distressing 1t
must be to her to be so near 1t.
Yes she said; 81 came here glad
ly, because he asked 1t. although
hate the air and the very sight of the
ocean. But to-day found something
else. was mending his coat, trying
to keep myself occupied and not think
too much, for he went out day before
yesterday and l have not seen him
since"
les sdlu, ioT sue pduSeu III
certainly.
ut is not the ocean," she said, brok-
emily. That was but an excuse. 1t is
a woman"
She thrust her hand into the bosom
of her dress, and instinctively I knew
she would bring forth small package
wrapped in white tissue paper She
opened it. and l saw the blue ribbon
and the little soft curl with strange
sense of familiarity. She put her fin.
ger under the lock of hair, as Eliza
beth had done, and looked at me with
speechless misery.
Perhaps" / suggested, there is
some mistake"
1T is pretty, is it not?" she said.
"a little, soft ring Of yellow hair!
Yet when saw it and-realized, my
heart stopped beating, and remember
nothing more until saw you"
She was talking calmly now--too
calmly, / thought, as | looked at her
feverishly bright eyes. The hand
which touched mine occasionally was
hot and dry, and a round red spot in
either cheek glowed and paled inter
mittently.
81 am glad l didn't know" she con-
tinued there are some things one
cannot forgive, and l might have
spoken bitterly. Now 1 can always re-
member that l never said a harsh
word to him, even when l was most
sorely tried. I'm glad of that-very
glad"
She spoke in the tone of quiet rem.
iniscence in which one reviews ones
past attitude to the dead, after the
first poignancy of grief is over.
But he will come back" / said.
think how many times he has left
you before"
''He will not come back"
The finality of her voice precluded
reply, and after long silence ]
suggested that she lie down and try
to sleep, and l would do likewise She
agreed docilely enough, and l threw
myself upon the bed beside her, and
in a few moments was sound asleep.
slept heavily, for | was very tired,
but 1t seemed scarcely moment until
heard her call me.
YES" l cried, alarmed; what
is it?"
Mrs. Graham, fully dressed and
with a lighted candle in her hand,
stood beside the bed, shawl around
her shoulders and another over her
arm.
Il am going out" she said. Come
Going OUT" / repeated, parrot-like,
being still dazed with sleep.
Going down to the edge Of the wa
ter to meet him. 1t Is calling meat
last the ocean calls me, and I'm going.
Will you Gomez"
wait until morning; we can see
nothing in the dark"
1T is dawn" she replied, raising the
shade. "At last the night has gone"
of at the edge of the horizon was
broad streak of pale gray. and, while
the. stars still shone, they were fading
fast.
(To BE CONTINUED)