The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-03-30

From Frederic Jesup stimsons "senti-
 mental Calendar"
 Shortly after Mrs. Knolys was married her young husband fell into a glacier erevasse and was killed. The aged widow, 10 the spot where he was killed to search for him in the glaciers.
 A LAS, no one could have known
 "A Mrs. Knollys in the young days \ of the century; not even the inn-
 keeper, had he been there. But he, too, was long since dead. Mrs. Knollys was now bent and white haired; she had for gotten, herself, how she looked in those old days. Her life had been lived She was now like woman of another world it seemed another world in which her fair hair had twined about her husband S fingers and she and Charles stood upon the evening mountain and looked in one another's eyes. That was the world of
 her wedding days, but it seemed more like a world she had left when born on earth. And now he was coming back to her in this. Meantime the great Faster zen glacier had moved on, marking cnly the centuries; the men upon its borders had seen no change; the same great waves lifted their snowy heads upon its su-- face; the same creyasse was still where he had fallen. At night the moonbeams, falling, still shivered off it's glassy race;
 it's pale presence filled the night and im- mortality lay breeding in it's hollows.
 Friends were with Mrs. Knollys, but she left them at the inn. One old guide remembered her, and asked to bear her company. He went with her in the morn ing and sat few yards from her, wait ing. In the afternoon she went alone. He would not have credited you had you told him the glacier moved. He thought it but an Englshwoman's fancy, but he waited with her. He himself had never forgotten that old day. And Mrs Knolys sat there silently, searching the clear depths of the ice, that she might find her husband.
 One night she saw ghost The latest beam of the sun falling on mountain opposite, had shone back into the ice cavern: and seemingly deep within. in the grave azure light, she fancied sine saw face turned towards her. She even thought she saw Charles yellow hair and the self same smile his lips had worn when he bent down to her before he fell It could be but fancy. She went home and was silent with her friends about
 what had happened. In the moonlight she went back. and again the next morn ing before dawn. She told no one of ner going; but the old guide met her at the door and walked silently behind her. She
 had slept, the glacier ever present in her dreams
 The sun had not yet risen when she
 came and she sat long time in the cav ern listening to the murmur of the river flowing under the glacier at her feet Slowly the dawn began, and again she seemed to see the shimmering of face such face as one sees in the coals of a dying fire. Then the full sun came over the eastern mountains and the guide heard woman's cry, There before her was Charles Knollys! The face seemed hardly pale; and there was the same faint smle-a smile like her memory of it. five and forty years gone by. Safe in the SicdI lCe, slIl uIlndIInct, tHciO ioe V God. not her Charles; not the Charles of her own thought, who had lived through life with her and shared her 6s years; not the old man she had borne thither in her mind-but a boy, boy of
 one and twenty. lying asleep. a ghost from another world coming to confront
 her from the distant past, immortal in the immortality of the glacier. There was his quaint coat. of the fashion of a half century ago; his blue eyes open; his young. clear brow; all the form of the
 past she had forgotten; and she, his bride, stood there to welcome him. with her wrinkles, her bent figure, and thin
 white hairs She was living, he was dead | and she was two and forty years older i than he.
 | Then at last the long, kept tears came | to her and she bent her white head in the
 snow. The old man came up with his pick. silently. and began working in the ice. The woman lay weeping, and the
 boy, with his still, faint smile, lay looking
 at them. from the clear ice veil. from his
 open eyes.
 Tn the English churchyard there are
 now two graves, and a single stone, to Charles Knollys and Mary. his wife; and