The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1910-08-18

There is a spring hereabouts," said
the man, ION the other side Of the
hill"
81 will fetch the water" said the
chaplain.
He was wearing q tightly woven
straw hat in which he could easily
carry it.
Mr.. Whitaker turned and ran to the
beach whence he sent the boat off to
the ship. The surgeon meanwhile had
bound up the woman's ankle, and
bathed it with water and whisky, and
had forced some of the spirits down
the woman's throat, but the mans
touch, his presence, would have suf
feed to call her back to life.
do you suffer-" he asked tenderly
as consciousness returned to her
mot since you are here" she said.
81 ran to meet the ship and fell and
hurt my ankle"
"The doctor has fixed It up for you.
We have sent to the ship for band
ages"
Man." she said, whose ship is it?"
mime"
did you see my signal?"
Eyes, and we were glad because 1t
told us that you were alive, but we
were coming directly here"
"And did you come for meT
For you only"
"How did you know that was
here?"
I 81 didn't know it."
"Why did you come then?"
II was sent here"
who sent you"
"Langford."
did he tell you l was here"
mo, he told me to go back to the
island, that was all"
Nothing more?"
"He gave me a letter which l was
to open when set foot upon it."
"Open it now," said the woman.
She had risen to sitting position
He knelt beside her, his arm around
her supporting her. He carried the
letter in his pocket. He had slipped it
there as he started for the shore. He
took it out and handed it to her.
"You may open it," he said.
With trembling fingers she tore the
envelope. Inside there was nothing
for him, but smaller envelope ad.
dressed to her. The chaplain held
the light close to enable them to see.
1T is for me-" she said, mot for
you"
eyes," said Charnock gravely, sti
fling a spasm of jealousy in his heart.
you may open it."
"Not l." returned the man touched
by this confidence. ut is for you"
Without more ado she tore the sec.
ond envelope. A little slip of paper
fell from it. His message was aston.
ishingly brief. While Charnock reso.
lutely averted his head, she read these
words:
II broke my word once to your sor.
row; I break it again to your joy.
Won't you try to remember now that
am gone that tried to make amends
and that gave him back to you?"
She glanced at the paper and then
she read the simple words aloud.
Charnock understood vaguely that
in some way Iangford had known that
the woman was alive-how he could
ascertain later-and that she had
made him promise not to tell; that
he had broken his promise and died.
II don't understand the last words,
said the woman.
"They are his last words, take it, ,"
answered the man. "He looked like a
dead man when he came to me at my
houze in Virginia and told me to go tc
the island"
Poor Langford," said the woman.
MAY God have mercy on him!"
added the chaplain, solemnly. He
knew the story, too. do you forgive
him, my child?" asked the old man as
he, too, turned away to leave these
two alone.
with all my heart" answered the
woman.
"And do you forgive mel? asked
Charnock softly.
| with dAA lAy AOuAI o6oAA OIL
swered the woman, but with change
in the intonation that made all the diff
ference in the world between the two
statements.
She turned her face toward him
reaching her arms up 20 his neck, for
getting the pain in her foot in the
long kiss he pressed Hpon her up
turned lips while he held her close
there in that still and starry night on
that gemlike island of regeneration in
the far Pacific sea-
THE END.