The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1910-08-04

Those clothes, have you examined
them?"
NO" said the chaplain, "it has been
too dark in the first place, and"
"I will look at them," said Mr.. Whit
taker. Perhaps we may find some
new clew in them"
The lieutenant-commande stopped
over the pathetic little heap of worn
garments. There were the blouse, the
skirt, the stockings, and the worn and
torn white shoes. The Bible lay upon
them as if to weigh them down, and
they had been placed well above the
reach of the highest tide. The tide
was then just coming in to the island.
The Bible had been opened and laid
face downward on the clothes. Mr..
Whitaker lifted 1t up reverently. He
observed as he did so that his own
pencil, which he had left, he now re-
membered, with the woman, lay be-
meath the open book. On the blank
leaves between the Old and New tes-
taments something was written. No
mention of any writing had been
made in the affidavit of the night be-
fore. He lifted 1t, turned his back
toward the east where the sun was
just on the verge of rising. and stud
led it out.
do you find anything?" asked the
chaplain.
There is writing on this page" said
the younger man. Il can just make it
out"
Man." he read slowly, studying
each word in the dim light, II loved
you. In one sense, in your sense,
was unworthy of you, perhaps, but
not in mine. You alone had my heart.
The past was frightful mistake for
which l should not be blamed, but for
which l must suffer. l tried you with
the world by your side. The world
was kind, but you were not. You
broke my soul and killed something
within me which l had thought dead,
but which you had revived. No power
could revive it again. I cannot marry
Langford, for do not love him. l will
not marry you, for you do not love me.
I will not go back to the world now.
l have no desire to do so and l cannot
live alone with you upon the island.
You will not 20 without me, and so l
will go first by myself alone. You will
think of me, know, in the great
world. Perhaps you will Judge your
self harshly, but do not Judge you
at all. You did not know, you did not
understand. 1t came too suddenly
upon you. You cannot forget me, but
do not repine over me and remeMber
to the very last that loved you
! Good-by. May God bless you, and
may he pity mel"
Underneath she had written the I'm
personal name which he had loved to
call her, Woman"
So characteristic was the letter that
that superscription was supererogatory
thought Mr.. Whitaker. Only a WON
an could have written it. She had
gone out of his life, because with heI
in it there was no solution of it fol
him, because-how pitiful 1t sounded
there in the gray of that morning IL
that lone island to those two men!-
because he did not love her. And she
had gone out of it with excuses fol
him on her lips and love for him II
her heart. No wonder that, divinins
this which he had not seen, realizing
only that she was gone, he had beer
stricken as he was.
The doctor arrived presently. Ht
ordered the man, still unconscious, tt
be taken back to the ship where ht
would do what he could toward reviv
ing him and pulling him through this
| great and terrible crisis that had come
upon him. The chaplain went will
him, conceiving his duty to be In at
tendance upon the living rather thar
searching for the dead.
The captain, with the other officers
brought 100 men to the shore. Th'
island was Systematically searched.
was all open. There was no place o
concealment, but not a foot of it wa
left unvisited. Again and again thu
men traversed the island. They foun
nothing, absolutely nothing. TIL
woman had vanished and left no trace
In the search, and made quite frar
tic by, the necessity of it, Langfor
joined Indeed, he would not be pei
suaded that the woman he had treate'
SO badly. whoU 5s Aad bs3ted so d