Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-05-17
4 FORGOTTEN LETTER
BY SUSAN &. cLAooETr.


The morning was dismal. In that II
was no different from the other morn
ings that had preceded II for six
weeks; but day after day of dull
weather had at last had its effect upon
Patience Winthrop. and she was UNI
deniably depressed. This was strange,
because, as girl and woman, she had
spent her life in village that was
more or less enveloped by fog. But
today she hated the. fog, the sea, every
thing pertaining to the place she had
called home for thirty-odd years.
She had been watching night after
night with an old friend who for long
had promised herself. and her ac-
quaintances, that her life would go out
"when the sun crossed the line"
Mrs. Wainwright took to her bed
twice year about ten days before the
first equinoxial storm, and there she
would stay until the day following the
twenty-first, when she would get up
feeling as spry as sparrows. Her
neighbors had heard her demands for
so long they had no other thought than
that she would be about as usual after
her ten days rest. And then the I'M
usual happened. Her life went quietly
out as Patience Winthrop watched
with her alone.
This was two days before, and Is
only pertinent to the story In so far as
II shows one of the causes of the de-
preston that was pressing her down,
like a great hand choking the breath
out of her. The other was the finding
of the letter.
In the gray dawn Of the September
morning as she was turning the leaves
Of the Bible lying upon Mrs. VAIN
wright's bedside table, she came upon
II, her own name staring up at her
from the following envelope. Mrs.
Wainwright saw it In her hand and
gave little gasp.
81 forgot it, Patience. When I re-
membered l did not see you and then
1 forgot 1t. John gave it to me long
ago, but / forgot He hadn't ought to
have given it to me. He knew old
peoples mem'ry amt good. But he
did an jes' plain forgot It." She lay
quiet for little while, then asked the
time. Patience told her.
'Four O'Clock an the tides runnin'
out an it's most time for the sun to
cross the line" Her breath came halt
ingly. '1'm-going-o t-this-time--
Patience, an'-Tm-sorry-'bout-the
-letter-for you've - been-real-
good-to-me." She ended with a
sigh: That was Oh. --,e-..r-s-,
All through that day and the next
Patience had felt that life was not
worth the living. She had not read
the letter. For some reason she was
afraid, but as she stood by the win
dow peering out into the grayness of
fog and listening to the ceaseless
rush Of waters against the headland
whereon stood her home, she held it
tightly clasped within her hand.
It was ten years since she had
heard, John Wainwrights name.
She heard the bell booming its warn
lIlB lut dNlpoo lhN MAJ
Dor and family, afar off, the whistle
of a sirep, A steamer was in distress
off the shoals.
The rubbing of her cat against her
brought her back to the warmth of the
tidy room as a knock sounded upon her
door, It was late, too late for visitors,
and she paused an instant before open
ing it. She heard fumbling against
the panel as if hand was searching
for the latch, and she reached the door
as 1t fell open. A man staggered in,
lurched forward and sprawled upon
the floor.
He had fallen face. downward and it
took all of Patience's strength to turn
the heavy figure and draw it toward
the stove. Then she went systematical-
iy to work to restore consciousness.
1t took long. Not until he opened
his eyes and looked full into her face
did she know him, and then all she
said was, "Why, john" But she
dropped on the floor beside him, lift
ed the heavy head onto her lap and
began grooming over him with unaccus-
toned words that sounded strange
coming from lips that had never be-
fore used them.
He was Ill for weeks, and in his
dellrium, he talked much about let
ter. His insistent demand brought
again to Patience's mind the one she
had found in his mothers Bible, and
she read 1t. 1t was short.
Dear Patience" she read. " ship
tonight on the Prince George, which
sails at daybreak. This is sudden, but
the mate was took sick an Cap Baker
come after me. Write me line to
Kingston, Jamaica. Cap don't know
,rhnn he'll he homo aS hn'S frnmnin, IL