The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1910-06-23

little, for they had been unusually
speedy and eager, on the top OF the
hill.
"There!" cried the man, pointing to
seaward,
His eyesight was better than hers,
but hers was still sufficiently keen, as
she followed his outstretched arm and
extended finger, to see upon the far
horizon q dark object which was un-
doubtedly ship. A hazy column OF
smoke elongated behind 1t, and told
her it was a steamer.
you were right" she said at last,
a little sob in her voice. 1T is ship.
1t means rescue. The world is coming
to our shores"
my world is here" he returned,
laying his hand upon her shoulder.
and for answer she drew closer to
him, glad to feel his clasp about her
waist.
She had time to think how singular
ly like the language Of convention
was the language of nature. 1t was
what any other man who loved would
have said, and in the same way.
That ship is passing by" he went
on. When l saw it as woke this
morning, it was there. 1t goes rap
idly"
YES" she said, at passes by"
81 care not" he interrupted. 81 don't
want anything else or anybody else.
Now that 1 have you, l am content
here"
But we shall summon 1t and bring
it back" she went on, resolutely.
"How?" he asked curiously.
"By lighting the beacon yonder."
Il had forgot that"
But l did not. Go back to the cave
and bring the flint and steel. You will
find them in the silver box on the
shelf by the Bible, and make haste"
Il will go the quicker" he said,
turning to her, that l may be the
sooner back with you"
He turned and bounded away like
a young deer. She watched him
through the trees, and then sat down
upon the summit of the hill and stared
toward the ship. She was glad, of
course, that they were to be rescued,
but as in the joy Of their love there
was sorrow, SO in her gladness there
was apprehension. That test of which
she had dreamed the night before
was now to be complete. She would
postpone the telling of her story un-
til he could hear in comment upon 1t
the voice of the world.
They had lived in Eden, Eden with
out a serpent. They had plucked the
tree of knowledge at will and no
consequences evil had ensued, yet
nevertheless, they must go out into
the world now, the world with its
pains, it's tolls and frets, the world
with its mockeries and scorns, and
take up the appointed life of men. He
loved her nowhere could not be
any doubt about that-but what would
he do when be knew and when he
knew that the world knew as well
what she had thought, what she had
been, and what she had done. Alas,
when that ships boat touched the
shores of their island, the angel of
the flaming sword would always guard
their entrance and prevent their re-
turning to it.
She was brave woman. She could
face the inevitable with courage, with
a philosophy which now at last was
Christian. She had had three peace
full years and a day of such happiness
as falls to the lot of few Of the chill
dren of sorrow. Perhaps that was
all that she was destined to look back
upon of joy. Perhaps the future held
for her only eXpiation. Perhaps she
ought not to rebel against that posi-
bility. She ought to be glad of such
an opportunity, indeed But she was
woman, and by and by she hid her
face in her hands and wept.
In all their intercourse he had never
seen her weep. Tears were entirely
foreign to his experience. He knew
what sorrow was, what sadness was,
what sympathy was, for his heart had
been torn when she had read to him
the story of the Man of Sorrows and
his sufferings. A child of nature, the
pathetic in the Old Covenant and the
New had appealed to him profoundly,
but his were not easy tears. He had
never shed any. He had never seen
any. He was appalled,, therefore,
when approaching Roiselessly he laid
his hand upon her shoulder and saw
and heard the evidence of her grief.