WAITING, ONLY WAITING.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 38, 16 December 1893, Page 7

WAITING, ONLY WAITING.

It was in the sweet summer time. They had been married but ono short week, and were down by the sea. For two days he had been wandering about aimlessly as one in a. dream. The shadow had fallen upon him,, and its chill had touched the gentle heart of the fair, sweet bride. She had watched him, oh, so anxiously, and had known no peace since the clammy touch of the shadow had fallen upon them both. This morning he had gone out to a lonely place on the rocks overlookingthe wide expanse of the silent sea. The cruel green waves came beating in upon the cold, gray rocks,, and. they seemed to be sounding his requiem. Far off on the rolling waves a sail broke the horizon line and his listless, eyes followed it in its course. Here she found him wrapped in his reverie. She spoke to him bn* he heeded her not. His eyes were turned seaward as if they would pierce the veil of distance and carry him on their wings to the unseen shore beyond. She touched him and he started up,, bewildered at the aw r akening. “ Oh, Harold,” she moaned, “ tell' me what is the matter P We were sohappy, and you know we were going to Europe on oui bridal tour.” “ Yes, yes,” he- murmured. “ And are we going, Harold, darling ?” she whispered. His hand struck down upon hispockets hysterically, and once more he looked upon the calm sea. ‘Yes, darling, yes,” he answered,, taking her to his breast, “just as soon as it gets dry enough for us to walk.” A limp and listless form hung in. his arms his bonnie bride had fainted.—Detroit Free Press.