The Argosy — page 93: what you’re looking at

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SO A Modern Fatima. It was a good and generous answer, and Audrey felt it to be such ; and never in her life had she loved her husband so dearly as when she looked into his eyes that evening, and felt that nothing on earth would ever make her doubt him again. In the morning they went together to Rose Villa to see the little boy. Audrey carried him home with her to spend the day. Hence- forth, the little fellow’s life would not be so lonely, whether his parents came back to him, or whether they remained in exile. i 5 ag CAPE HORN. GREAT waters gleam about thy base, And on thy sombre storm-hewn walls No clinging ivy tendril crawls; But the fierce white foam falls! High o’er the thunders of the surf, Where mingled seas from east and west Wrestle and moan in deep unrest, The eagle hath her nest! Forth from the Pole the icebergs sail, Silver and steel each gleaming spire, Castles aflame with frosty fire, Where Death hath his desire! Swift ships pass by thee, speeding north, To other lands where skies are bright, Fearful lest in thy wrathful might Thou hold them in their flight! Grim watchman at the southern gates, Where never sunbeam parts thy cloud, Enwrapped in thine eternal shroud, For thee the winds pipe loud ! The strong-winged sea-birds flit and cry, Wheeling about thy pathless steep Like ghosts of those who in thy deep Lie drowned, but cannot sleep ! Where hungry whirlpools grind the rocks, And countless leagues of storm-vexed main Shriek at thy feet in frantic pain, © Thou countest up thy slain! T. S. CUNNINGHAM. ECORNICLIOOKS EC) m