ran mJSSt- r THE COURIER. 1 V l- 10 the beacb, where, by merest chance, the farmer bad found him and brought him back to life. T'-o months passed before the eick man was able to return to the scene of bis former happiness. Saddened and desolate, be wandered over the ground whose landmarks had been swept away by the anger of the elements, ground once eo familiar, now so strangely al tered. He lingered by the ruins of hie dwelling as by a new-made grave. Ev erywhere be asked the Bame question, and everywhere he received the same discouraging answer. No oce bad Been his wife since the night of the Hood. His heart grew heavy with despair. He bade good-bye to the wreck of his fortunes and the renting place of his broken hopes. Then he turned bis face toward a new flald, to begin life over again, alone. There could be no solace for his grief, but in labor might he found some measure of forgetfuloees. Frank Parrish went to the home of bis brother, Charles Parrish. in the mountains of Lincoln county, New Mex ico. Slowly carao back to him hia strength and health, but the joy of life was no looger-his. To work for work's sake was not the eame task that it had been when work meant the care of the little woman who to him was the dear est and loveliest in all the world; the building of a home together; the delight of daily companionship and sympathy; the constant presence of that inlluence which has power to make devils or heroes of men the passionate influence of love. I 1 was not satisfactory at its best, working merely for work's sake, but Frank Parrish did what any man with the right sort of stuff in him would have doue he tried with all his might to make something worth while of himself in his new environment. To inspire him he bad bis memories; and they were sweet. AH this time Mra. Parrish was wearing the sombre weeds of widowhood in Mur freeshoro, Tennessee. She bad gone there to make her home with a distant relative of who she bad never happened to speak to her husband. Of ber hus band's brother she knew nothing more than tbb fact of his existence somewhere in America. When the fury of the Hood had torn her from her husband's arms, a wave had driven her againet some wreckage. She grasped at it and slowly, painfully drew herself upon the roof of a bouse perhaps it was that of her own bouse. She never knew. There she remained until the storm had spent itself until the heavy clouds had broken until the blackness of the night had been split, and a new day had dawned. Within a few hours more she was found and res cued. She sought everywhere for her hus band, amid the ruins of their home, among the sandhills, even upon the big, black bargee, into which were tumbled the swollen bodies for carriage into the tea, there to be weighted down and Euuk. She questioned the living, and gazed into the silent faces of the dead; but nowhere did she h'nd a trace of the man she sought. Then she made her way to Tennessee. As the weeks went by she regained her health, for jouth is buoyant and recu perative; put mind and heart were not at rest her loes at times eeemed too great to be borne. She was so melan choly that her relatives finally planned a change or scene for her. She acqui esced with indifference. In the day of her happy wifehood she bad been a merry mate for the man who loved her. Now she ws pensive and earl, her thoughts always with the husband whose tragic fate she stead fastly mourned. Pne of Mrs. Parriebe pew-found friends was a Mies Ellen Alexander, who was about to leave Tennessee for New Mexico to teach in a private Bchool in Otero county. Before the commence ment of the term it was arranged that Mrs. Parrish should accompany her. In New Mexico she would flud different associations, and the change would per haps enliven her depressed spirits. Late in July Mrs. Parrish and Miss Alexander arrived at Roswell. The dBy was Thursday. 1 hey learned that the stage by which they were to proceed to Lincoln and Captain, at which place Miss Alexander bad a married sister, would not go until Monday. The next day Mr. Parrish came to town to purchase supplies aud machin ery. He wished to go back that same day, but was delayed until Sunday. He was disappointed. For two days the husband and wife were in the little town without knowing it, both detained there against their wills. On Sunday at noon Mrs. Parrish left the hotel at which she was stopping for a walk. On Sunday, at noon, Mr. Parrish, his team ready, stepped from the postoflice to the sidewalk, and in another moment would have mounted the vehicle, taken up the reins and been on his way to the mountains. Looking up, he saw before him what he thought was a vision a wraith from the sea. But the vision was so real that it did not melt in the sunshine of that Sabbath noon. It did not fade away, as all the other visions of his lost love bad faded, phantoms of a fond im agination. Indeed, it held out two long ing, trembling arms, and the light of deathless devotion illumined its face. My wife! My wife!" And bo it is that a second honeymoon has begun down in the New Mexico mountains. St. Louis Republic. THEATRICAL. THE OLIVER, Masquerading in plays is not uncom mon. We are used to seeing queens and kings disguised as peasants, but it is something new to witnesB a lady of title maequerading as a cook. Ttiij is what the chief character does in "Lady Huntworth'a Experiment." This com edy will have its first presentation in this city at the Oliver Theatre next Thursday evening. Those interpreting it will be members of Daniel Froh man's company, formerly of the Lyceum Thea tre, New York, and more recently of Daly's Theatre. Miss Hilda Spong, the feature of the organization, has never appeared here, but a great deal has reached us as to her dramatic ability, beauty and stunning physique. Mies Spong makes an imposing society fig ure in the last act of the play, though in the first two acts she is merely the cook in the household of a village clergyman. THE FUNKE. No firm of theatrical managers has given the public more successful melo dramatic productions that the Holden Brother?. Their name attached to a dramatic enterprise is always a guaran tee of the attraction. This season they have outdone all former efforts in their production of "The Denver Express." Nearly a car load of scenery is carried for the production and the mechanical effects are more elaborate than any thing in this line ever attempted. The raiding of the emigrant train in the first act and the wonderful railroad scene in the third act are both novel features and new to stage productions. At the Funke Opera House on Mon day and Tueedjy nights. eats pqv on sale, Of IVFRTHEATREF-c zninSdo?T. & VLl VLl I IlliV IVLi Corner PuuuUthSts. Phm. lord Thursday, September 26. Another Original New York Company. Mjp. Daniel Frohman Presents MISS HILDA SPONG In 1 II EIllENr The original Company and Production NONE BETTER ON THE ROAD. Prices 25c, 50c, 75c, $1.00 and $1.50; Box Seats $2.00. THE FUNKE f & fflw TSTo.f. grawford x -' x ' Cor. O and 12th SU. Phone 601 MONDAY 1 I1Y, SEPTEMBER 11 1 h Scenic Sensation, THB DENVER EXPRESS A Carload of Special Scenery and Effects. An Unsurpassed Compaq. Prices 15c, 25c, 35c and 50c. Seats now on sale. lsL S i H F 'ktSv Union Pacific K- o THE .RMEB Oregon ?hort Line R.R. Go. Oregon K.R.& NavigationCu One Hundred and Fifty Miles Along the Columbia River by Daylight. 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