THE MYSTIC TOKEN.

The boat—bound for the Indies—was well out On the gulf before they found and lifted Him; nor knew they of the tragedy upon The dock, or that he was hunted as a Murderer. They finding on his person The token of a craft which they reveréd, They cared for him and left him safely in An island city of the Southern Sea. There his brother craftsmen gathering round him, Nursing—raised him—raised him as one from the Dead. From the “Valley of the Shadows” brought Him forth to perfect health and vigor; but Alas! the silken cord that erstwhile bound Him to the past, was broken! Memory Was gone! Nor, with active mind and clear, could He recall the past, tell his name or whence He came. He strove to lift the veil and look Beyond the wall of night that intervened. That cruel blow had caused a lesion of The brain—a lapse of memory complete. As the wire that bears the hidden current Broken, swaying in the breeze, connecting Sends a gleam across the night, so at times Bright gleams of memory, almost taking Shape, would light his way; then leaving him in Greater darkness, would as quickly fly away. Gradually came before his sight, as Dimly seen thro’ nebulae, the outlines Of a form and face came from the misty Moonlight of the past. At last, came back to Him, that picture which had made the deepest Imprint on his mind—his Lola, as he Saw her standing by her father’s side. But When was this? And where? And who was she? By exercise of all the strength of his Great will, her name once more came back to him, And then her father’s; then the city where They lived; and then it was borne in on him That she was his betrothed; that he had gone To that fair isle to make a home for her. Now, having gained the wherewithal, he could Go and bring her. With this thought, the flame of Love rekindled blazed anew, as clearly He remembered those six happy days of Love with her—what she said, his promises; And now—his hot blood leaping to the call, He hastened on his way. Arriving there, He straightway went to find her father’s Home and claim her as he swore to do the Day he left her there. The Colonel met him With a scornful smile and said: “So you have Come? You may have her, if you wish for such As she.” Breaking forth in rage, he cried—with Oaths—“Go! Find her at the hospital”—he Told the driver where—“Go! Find her with her Child of shame; they are good enough for you! I care not if she fills a harlot’s grave.”