The Strand Magazine - Vol. 1 - No. 5 - May 1891

a is calmer, and whether the light is burning on the signal-mast." She went out. There was nothing to be seen-barely a str

OOK HER

sign of light or fire. The door was swinging in the wind; the wormeaten walls seemed scarcely a

widow whom my husband found the other day alo

stened. No one answered. Jenny

! She has only two of them; but sh

d out, "Hey, neighbour!" But

und she sleeps, that it req

rough the openings of a sieve. At the end of the room an awful form was lying: a woman stretched out motionless, with bare feet and sightless eyes. Her cold white arm hung down

cradle, and were smiling in their dreams. Their mother, when she felt that she was dying, had laid

REN SLEPT TOGETHE

could awake these sleeping orphans. Outside, the rain beat down in floods, and the sea gave forth a sound like an alarm bell