Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-04-01

know. There We're also sounds of IN
visible people passing and the occa-
sional opening and closing of a door.
Next was lying on a lounge look
ing out of an open window. The air
vas clfar as crystal. Before me rose
a range of snow capped mountains.
Over them was a white cloud. But was
1t a cloud? No. 1t was a peak far
above is fellows. with a strip of cloud
beneath it that gave 1t the appear
ance of a peak. How high 1t was! 1t
seemed to mingle with the heavens
blue. arose and went to the window
to get a better view of its summit.
When ] leaned out and looked up at 1t
1t seemed higher. higher. all the while
higher. My brain began to whirl. l
returned to my lounge. l was weak
and languid.
While | was recovering from my gid
diness a door opened and my lost love
came into the room At first she
looked anxious. then smiled.
For a moment | was in doubt II 1t
were really she. 1t did not appear
that she was changed. but that I
looked at her through different eyes
from before. Her figure did not face
me. but she was looking at me side
wise. | was troubled. l longed for
her. she was with me. but | was not
sure she was the same person. While
l gazed in perplexity she turned, and
II aar 4k4 t4u4I. " - - -
Then she came to me. seemingly wad-
ing through water. and took my hand.
l drew her down beside me and said
reproachfully:
"Why did you leave me?"
81 couldn't help it. 1t was fate. Ev-
erything changes in this world"
1t did not occur to me that this was
a vague answer At any rate, l was
satisfied with it.
Are you going away again?' I asked.
mo, not now; some day."
"When will that be?"
"A long, long while from now"
"And will you love me until this sep
aration comesT"
Il will love you always. here and
where | CO."
II will go with you. You shall not
go without me-"
Then hand in hand we were climb
ing the mountain l had seen from the
window. We seemed to be ascending
as if bouyed by wings. Eager to reach
that eloudlike summit l had seen, we
pressed on and IN, but whenever 1
looked up to see If we neared it we
were as far below as before. Turning
to look back, the houses beneath ap-
peared like ant hills. Then l felt the
snow slowly moving beneath me.
1T is IN avalanche!" | exclaimed.
We were turned toward the valley
and hand in hand slid down the noun
tain. Though we moved with accel-
Grated pace, we kept our feet. We
were like two gulls soaring, then. turn
ing their wings aslant, sailing down an
aerial incline. Suddenly the snow be-
fore us began to pile up against the
base Of a cliff. We lost u balance,
and. head downward, l felt ton of
snow piling on top of me.
mo bones broken" l heard a voice
say close beside me. "If there's no in
teMA iniurzshe XAuuAe all right.s@..
! opened my eyes. l was lying on
hard snow. while people stood about
me, all looking very anxious. One of
them, a girl. stood gazing down upon
me with a pair of mild eyes In which
there was a world of sympathy. There
must have been something In my
glance TO affect her, for she lowered
her eyes. blushed and turned away. AS
she did so she exposed one side Of
her neck. 1t bore a birthmark shaped
like a rose leaf.
whats the matter?" | asked.
Matter. Why. you have fallen twen-
ty feet from the ledge up there
l remembered passing over a ledge,
but | didn't remember anything else.
How long have l been uncon
scious?" l asked.
you fell this very minute. Here;
take a little of this"
A party of tourists happened to be
passing when l fell and among them a
doctor. From where l lay l could see
the Alpine peak Jungfrau. l had been
looking at it during the period of my
Inconsistencies. which might have
been an enthusiastically small fraction
of time. / had seer the girl with a
birthmark only during the same space
of time.
They wished to assist me to the no.
tel just below, at Sheidig, but l con-
cluded to try my legs. The doctor
gave me his hand, and l got on my
feet. One of the tourists who stood
about me volunteered TO go with me,
but 1 got on fairly well without his
assistance.
What l have recorded is the begin
ming of a love story; but, though l
have no objection to telling a dream,
l shrink from giving the thoughts and
feelings of myself and the lady of my