Grainger County news. (Rutledge, Tenn.) 1917-current, 1917-05-10
4 FORGOTTEN LETTER
BY SUSAN {. cLAeoETT.

Inc morning was dismal. In that Il
was no different from the other morn
ings that had preceded 1t for sil
weeks; but day after day of dul
weather had at last had its effect upoI
Patience Winthrop. and she was I'm
deniably depressed. This was strange
because, as girl and woman, she ha,
spent her life In a village that wal
more or less enveloped by fog. Blu
today she hated the fog, the sea, every
thing pertaining to the place she haC
called home for thirty-odd years.
She had been watching night aftel
night with an old friend who for Ions
had promised herself, and her &C
qualntances, that her life would go GU
"when the sun crossed the line"
Mrs. Wainwright took to her BEE
twice year about ten dass before th'
first equinoxial storm, and there shs
would stay until the day following the
twenty-lrst, when she would get III
feeling as spry as sparrows. Hel
neighbors had heard her demands fol-
so long they had no other thought thar
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 Il
only pertinent to the story In so far az
1t shows one of the causes of the de.
preston that was pressing her down,
Ike q 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
Il, her own name staring up Mt her
from the yellowing envelope. Mrs.
Wainwright saw 1t In her hand and
gave q little gasp.
Il forgot 1t, Patience. When I re-
membered I did not see you and then
! forgot 1t. John gave 1t to me long
ago, but forgot. He hadn't ought to
have given 1t to me. He knew old
peoples mem'ry amt good. But he
did an I 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
fngly. .Tm-going- ut-this-time--
Patience, an'-I'm-sorry-'bout-the
--letter--for - you've - been--real--
good--to--me." She ended with q
sigh. That was all.
All through that day and the next
Patience had felt that life was not
worth thes 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
the fog and listening to the ceaseless
rush OF waters against the headland
wherein stood her home, she held 1t
tightly ciasped within her hand.
It was ten years since she had
heard John Wainwright's name.
She heard the bell booming it's warn
ing from the lighthouse across the har-
Dor and family, afar off, the whistle
Of siren. 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 knock sounded upon her
door. 1t 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 it fell open. A man staggered in,
lurched forward and sprawled upon
the floor.
He had fallen face downward aud 1t
took all of Patience's strength to turn
the heavy figure and draw 1t toward
the stove. Then she went systematical-
ly 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, JohnY' 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 i'll for weeks, and in his
delirium, he talked much about let
ter. His insistent demand brought
again to Patiences mind the one she
had found In his mothers Bible, and
she read it. 1t was short.
"Dear Patience" she read. II 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
when he'll be home, as he's trampin' 1t
an may go roun' the world. / love
you, my girl, and want you to marry
me when l get back. john"
For time she struggled with her
self, then said huskily:
"John, / have just read your letter.
the one you left with your mother"
She held it before him. "When you
are well there will be time enough tt
talk this out between us. What ]
want to know now is, do you still mean
what you put down there?" pointing to
the letter.