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Show Wipatnepaerpentglaion Jone a ee ty he an ies aortic: tii ae 7 Hi.i\\\ iw . nr i a sade : = : mo : \\ jy Z OF ox UM TTL (DUT iTER) Wot 1, INO. Journal of Curent Literature, News, Art and Science for the Salt.-Lake 5: A POEM. Where the ceaseless, heaving billows Dashed on the lofty strand, And the moon through the mists of twilight Tilumined the wave-washed sand; Where over the sighing waters The wandering night-birds cried, And mingled their wild, sad voices With the music of the tide; Dost thou, O love! remember The night that now hallowed seems, When we walked and talked together, Rehearsing our childish dreams ? Rememberest that night so buoyant The rhyme of the sea-boy’s song, Borne by the wind’s low pulses That wafted his shallop on? City, Utah, November 10, f2.25 1888. Hanks, the papers which Frank was relying upon as a final means to stop proceedings against Joe, should he find eustody, which Hanks was not at all ready for. But there was no certainty that the papers would reach him in dering over the dark side of fate that from time to time arose into his vision. The reader may regard it selfish or such a course necessary, were packed off to Washington. The case in the meantime was moving time to be used, or indeed would reach him at all. He had begun to suspect that the package had been tampered mean, or whatever he pleases, but the nature of things pronounces his. con- on toa climax. Brown and Frank were laboring night and day to get matters in a favorable condition fortrial. Inthe with at the Gushington postoffice, the postmaster having more than once been meantime liberties to the official whose “influence at headquarters” had secured his appointment. Upon the whole the case. was in a seriously bad condition to go to trial. Hverything was as wrong as Morgan and the Prosecutor were being shadowed by faithful Peter whose enthusiasm since the memorable night at the cottage of Aunt bound of him body Poor Joe. and For Peggy had soul to the cause Cub, on whom the friends of the prisoner were anxiously doting for the knowledge he had given suspicioned it could ently other be of giving very questionable for the one side and appar- as right as it could be for the in the event that to convict was O love! dost thou not remem ber, would be to for the speak it the fetmeaning me, till memory = I cannot softer. “ings. thrust send the stings of shame hee ; a waveayviasied but now to know and sense that you hold me as you do, and I so poor in love, so spiritually cold and sand. unresponsive to the sweet enthusiasms of XXIX. Telegraph—m— that means collect. Thus between the blundering of the and knowledge that restrained it; and as is mine to give; “Where the ceaseless, heaving billows dashed on the lofty And the moon through the mists of twilight illumined the Well I’m into the telegraph company for once; for they never collected anything from me, sure.—Your a trump, my boy, if you catch that fellow. To Washington! that’s kind of funny, I thought the fellow was out west somewhere. However, if he wants them at Washington, to Washington they shall go.” operators this through twenty years of my moral life. Let me see you often, but do not talk to me of what you have said tonight, I beg of you for friendship’s sake. Sometime when the sorrows of my life and the turbulence that now lingers about my home shall have melted into the past, when time shall have closed or deadened the wounds I bear, oh, my friend! how joyfully will I then return the bounty of your generous love, such of it at least the Law. h’m—This company is not responsible for inacuracies in the transmission of matter not repeated,for which repetition the sender must pay—lI see, twice over for his message.” He turns paper and reads message again. _ “Send warrants for H. in haste to. Washington D-—-(?) Co., Col.—Address eare of Ed. Brown, Box 100.” “Means Washington, D.C. of course; that’s about the way they usually bungle telegraph Should she with been the thost sacred atiotives of my life; they have rooted themselves into my being. To rudely tear them away QUINCY. C-o-l! knew. bondage JOE; Detective Hanks, sat in his private office at No.—Washington Street, Boston. His elbows were on his knees, and in both his hands he held a piece of serawly, brown manuscript. “Want’s the papers, does he? all right, my boy, you shall have ’em! Yes, y-e-s, well hurry. But you see, we want to start right in this business.”—He turns the document over—‘We must—hem— my messages. in abundant measure, as also the respectful love of a manly soul. All this she nstant;,their restraints have ti OR, Union again ot us not talk of [Written for the Western Weekly.] start —Western yielded it kg fort youn? al ie iat And now in this hour of coldness, As we linger in silent woe, Can you in your heart, O loved one! Believe that ’tis better so? LINDA. ‘CHAPTER she received av ligigl onice could feel and morbidly soe nowowhatha méAgonrebign How you told me in words that linger And burn at my bosom’s core That you loved me, ah! that you loved me! Dost remember those dreams of yore? BY and now I thank Providence again passion that has urged you to tome. Then I was pinioned in ters of love, which in its purer has pined and withered within nothing remains but the lifeless How I pressed you to my bosom And mingled my tears with yours, And told of my heart’s fond longings, Of a pain that it still endures? from terms for the wisdom How, moved by their sweet, sad cadence, The tears to your eyelids stole, As love in its purer breathings Stirs the fountains of the soul? Rescued dence was now her master; toits Y é€ar. in her mind say to the approaching duct human and therefore consistent. For twenty tedious years, deep in the friend of her destiny, “stand aloof ! my inner temple of his soul, life’s tapers marriage contract (albeit, with a villain, had been consuming day and night a deceiver and a murderer) forbids you above an empty shrine, flickering and my communion, for tis sealed!” I subfading amidst the glimmer of their own mit the question to candor. In the meantime, she did not resist dismal reflection. Now, forsooth, a beautiful and divine visitant had deigned his confidence, neither did she repell his to enter those benighted precincts and love, but allowed his yearniug soul to to offer upon their holy alters the em- breathe out its burning story to hers in Then when he blems oof trust and affiliation. communion absolute. Would you, most consistent reader, had done she said: “My friend, this tale you might have told me long ago, J thank Providence As we walked on that lonely shore, How those strains from the shadowy ocean A thrill to your heart-strings bore? khePisis Per =< —@A the distorted construction put upon the address by intimation of to Peter and Peggy, the city had been searched in every nook and corner where he would be at all likely to conceal himself, and no clue could be obtained of his mysterious whereabouts. The trial had been set for Tuesday. It was Monday and no word had been received from Hanks. The little circle of friends to the unfortunate girl were the thing desired. Peggy did not know all that was go- ing, on,and the little she did know was doled out to her in so unskillful a manner by Peter that it consoled her about as would the overhearing of a tale told to a child to quiet its teasing. When Peter sat with her in the evening she wailed to keep him constantly assured though all the world beside were languishing, wish to deprive him of the sweet and merited communion of that benignant visitation? I trust not, I think not. They, two—he and the lovely spirit that had so suddenly and unexpectedly, like a wounded dove, fluttered helpless and longing into his path—were walk- ing in the shadows of the October tinted not advised of the situation. Through and when he was not there she wailed vines and shrubbery of Amberwood. Peter it was learned that Buncomb on in solitude, morning, noon and night, The sun hung low in its flood of green Friday was still lingering in the town. lest she might thoughtlessly fall out of and gold. and the air was rich and For Buncomb to carry forward the the notion of being intears. Thisis said bracing. They wandered long together scheme of the letter according to in no disrespect to Peggy. It was talking of this and that, till the darkarrangement would open the way toa simply her way of exerting her bereave- ness closed around and the indulgent stars alone beheld them through the mighty nice piece of detective work by ment. While people of a very much which if successful Joe’s friends might higher grade of taste and culture adopt dewy night. They sat at last upon a rustic bench relieve her of all suspicion and fasten the funeral robes and ceremonies as the crime upon its true perpetrator. ulterior means to an end; or, giving it a by a mountain stream, that through all Frank had already forwarded full infor- charitable construction, regard “the suit the years which wealth and cultivation mation of the scheme to the officers at of customary black” as a tribute to the had spent in metamorphosing the counSan Francisco. But there were many dead rather than a spontaneous ex- try round, had still babbled on adown its He pressed her chances for the fellow to slip in and out pression of sorrow, we may certainly for- meandering course. again without being intercepted; besides give poor Peggy for weeping with much closely to him, and she could feel the She should the arrest be accomplished and more frequency and vehemence than she rising throb of his yearning heart. knew his thoughts, she knew also that then Bellows fail to bring forward the really felt. letter at the expected time, it would But, returning to the narrative, Brown on the records of the law she was in furnish the Prosecutor with a new in- though he was grave, though night after name a wife. It was on her mind at In centive to be vindictive and unscrupu- night into the wee sma’ hours he toiled that moment, but she did not resist. lous,which it was believed he would do up- and consulted, and schemed to get the years agone she had yielded to the on the slightest occasion. Frank’s purpose details of the case in a fairly acceptable terms of love. The instrument of her in sending for papers against Bellows condition for service, yet his mind was contract was in the archives, but its was, if he found it necessary to break of not always centred upon his labors, nor moral was void, for its implication of his operations by taking him into was his heart always heavy whilst pon- love had never been fulfilled. ‘Confithat she was unhappy in her loneliness, mutual sympathy, I am ashamed to look you in the face. But wait, wait! sometime, my noble friend, sometime!”’ CHAPTER XXX. Frank was almost insane. With a wild look of absent confusion upon his face he rushed from Joe’s apartments leaving the poor girl weeping bitterly. The warden was standing in thé prison hall, and Frank, as if walking without his eyes, rushed past him without a word. “Holloa, friend!” exclaimed Sparks, good i “What's humoredly, up?—What’s N up?” Frank turned and seized his hand with a convulsive grasp. “My God, Colonel, I scarcely know; I guess I’m crazy) In mercies name go in!” “But why simpleton?” do you come away, like a 5 “Come away!—Come away!—another minute would have made me a mad man!’ . “Nonsense! nonsense! Come along with me, I say, and we'll talk matters over in a sensible way; you’ve been indulging your sentimentalism, that’s what’s the matter with Joe.” “No,I can do no good, Sparks, no good at all. You go in; Ill find Brown, if I can, and see if anything new has turned up.” “All right, you office to let you will find a man in the out.” Whereupon he } a |