The Prescott daily news., 1913-10-06

month she had MI listened to that |: NN wild,exultant cry NSV of the monster as
 1t rushed in with it's human freight On a clear morning it's shout: T come-from the sea-the sea-tha sea; come from the sea-come from the seal" brought the roar of the breakers dashing against the cliffs.
 To the girl listening with strained expression on the pale face, It's cry was threatening. accusing. pleading, and as the last echoes died away, they were drowned by the cry of 8 human soul in mortal fear. She saw him again, standing beside her on bored expression on the handsome face above her, heard his voice as in an awful sickening dream:
 Surely you must have understood that it was impossible, such a mar riage now would ruin my prospects forever"
 But you promised, you promised"
 Yes, as many fellow has prom ised in an idle summer. lured by the scent of honeysuckle, pair of beau tiful eyes and a splendid August moon."
 But you must, you must. l am not the only one to be considered; there is another-another life to be consid cred"
 The devil there is! And you think 1t possible for me to marry you after this? Why, two months from this very day I am to marry my cousin. But I did not dream it had come tG this. Here, take this and let ms know when it is gone"
 The bills fluttered from her nerve less fingers, were caught in the draft of the rapidly moving train and whirled away.
 "Oh, very we'll" And with a grat- ing laugh he leaned over to flick the ash from his cigar. Just then the air was rent by the shriek of the whistle as the train dashed on to long bridge with a hollow roar. Suddenly something seemed to snap in her head, and with a strength born of desperation, she had thrown the weight of her slender body against him as he leaned out over the steps; for moment he had swayed, clutch ing wildly at something to stay his fall. and then with that horrible cry that rang yet in her ears, he had pitched headlong down, down into the rushing waters below.
 There had followed weary months of waiting, and when at last the wait ing was over, the tiny life fingered only few weeks. Afterward there had been nothing to keep her, and waiting only until the grass was green on the little grave, she had left the old home, the little she had learned of stenography was brushed up, and when fate placed the chance of a clerkship in the superintendent's office in her way.
 Each morning when her days work began the prayer had gone up: Don't let it come today, God-oh, not to- day! Give me strength to bear it. for if I go away can never come back. Give me strength, my Father. until it is over. You have promised: Though your sins be scarlet, they shall be white as snow Help me to wash them away"
 Each day the struggle had grown stronger. At the first shrill note her fingers would clench on the arms of her chair, her nostrils twitching spas medically, as the pale lips whispered Not today, o God; not today" AS 1t grew louder and reached the full limit of it's mighty voice. the blood would beat in her head until 1t seemed bursting. then as it died down to a whisper, her hands would slow ly unclench themselves, and her breath would como slowly between the closed teeth. She had conquered once more.
 On this morning she had come to work feeling strangely weak, and as she heard the crowd gathering, the vans creaking and preparations being made for the incoming train, the old and oft-repeated prayer rose again to her lips: Not today, oh, not today, Father" Then with quiver, the