The Ronan pioneer. [volume] (Ronan, Mont.) 1910-1970, 1913-04-11

was with him when he passed away.
Indeed he would have no one else.
just before he drew his last breath he
looked ut me as if he would speak to
me. | put my ear down near his lips
and could barely he = the words. as it
they came rather from the other than
this side of the portal Il will send
her"
Several years after these two impor-
tart partin9s. the one at Rome and the
other at seal. WAS spending Il brief
season at an ocean beach in Virginia.
1t was the spring of the year in that
climate. The sun shone with Il genial
warmth: the leaves We're opening: the
birds were singing. | was reminded Of
the day had sailed from Naples when
my sorrow was fresh. 1t was no long
| err fresh, but it was still with me. |
| still felt that Il certain perfection, Il
complementary condition that would
have been mine with Angela. was want
ing. | was the same being had been
before. but under Il different develop
ment an incomplete one. took no
thought of supplying the deficiency by
becoming interested in another wo-
| man. for such seemed no more posi-
bile than to change my being to be-
come Il different individual.
Nevertheless felt certain eXliara
ton yelling within me on this beauti-
full spring morning. l wondered where
my happiness came from. had eXpe-
rienceu it under the same conditions
before, but not after | had lost An
gela.
felt within me Il desire to 20 down
on the beach and walk there. Nearer
the ocean | would get the odor loved.
that salty eNudation SO different from
what we have in the interior. | stroll
ed along the road, crossed the dunes
and down on to the Sloping sands
stretching far to the north and to the
south A few sails We're standing APP
Darently mutionlesS far ont ON the
horizon. though one was Il tritie nearer.
and by fixing my eyes upon it ! could
detect a rocking on the waves which
were themselves understandable.
Then there arose Il distant white
cloud bank. 1t grew in height and
density and l soon saw that it was an
approaching fog. Then the sun was
dimmed, the air was dampened. and
the beautiful morning had changed.
Still, after being enveIoped in the
mist continued my walk. l could
see nothing and could hear nothing OK
cept light splash of spent waves
notwithstanding that the sun had
ceased to CLINT on the water. that the
gulls had disappeared, that the nj,
was wet and chill, felt that same en-
hilaraton had experienced before the
mist came. | thought of my friend
who had died on shipboard, and what
he had said about the higher beings
who We're directing the current of our
lives. and what he had meant by the
words II will send her"
l saw something taking shape in the
fog, and almost before | realized its
presence the form of Il woman was
before me. Standing almost near
enough to touch her. l saw Angela.
Coming out of the fog, wearing on her
face Il sad expression, could not for
q moment determine whether she We're
really Angela in the flesh. Angela a
spirit or Angela a creation OF my i'm
agination. Then as she recognized me
her face lighted up. Il smile took the
place of sadness, and she put out both
hands to me.
"Angelar' l exclaimed. What do
you do hcre?"
| ssNu Il-inu fhn haorh tn hn cJ1ra "
''Who sent you?"
"Who sent me: What do you mean?"
"This is very strange"
"a coincidence. | came down here
in the early spring to get rid of the last
cold breath Of winter. just as all the
Others have come, as you doubtless
have come. There is nothing very
strange about it. though admit we
might have passed our lives without
ever meeting again"
Her voice lost something of joy al
this. stood looking at her with a
sort of wonder. \ marvellous mean
ing came into the death words of my
friend-"I will send her" The people
not in the grave. but in the world
above us anu HDtuL us, WHO are CON
trolling our dcstinies, had suddenly be
come real things to me-not faith be
inss, but demonstrated by Angela's
coming following upon the words, II
will send her.
"You are changed" she said, with II
slight tremoIo i'm her voice.
Il changed? How? What do you
mean:'
"Why. you seem to be so absorbed with
some one or somebody else that You
have no pleasure in meeting me again.
Are YOU thinking of a sweetheart or Il
wife,
Her complaint recalled me to my
self. drew her toward me. We were
under the dome of the heavens. beside