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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
all the benefits which wealth can give. He thought of himself, penniless, broken in health, unknown to his children, long dead to Annie, breaking in upon their joy and peace. Then, with a sudden, violent effort, he turned away, and, like a thief, crept along the garden wall and out thru the gate, praying as he went, in soft, tense whispers, "Oh, give me strength, my God, never to let her know!"
near he revealed his secret to the woman who tended him.
"Tell it not till I am gone," he charged her, "but tell it then to Annie, that she may know my love never failed. Tell her I died loving and blessing her and our children, and Philip, too, for he never meant me anything but good."
After this he slumbered fitfully, while a storm raged outside, shaking the old tavern with heavy gusts of
ENOCH RECALLS THE LONG VOYAGE HOME
Reaching the roadside, he fell upon the soft, wet earth. All night he lay there, strengthening in himself his deep resolve. Just before the dawn he rose and went calmly down the steep, narrow street, while over and over upon his weary brain, beat the words, ' ' Never to let her know, never to let her know. ' '
The vow was kept. For a year Enoch Arden lived quietly at the village tavern, seen by few, and recognized by none. Swiftly his strength failed, and when death drew very
wind, and sending strong, white waves far up against the cliffs. At a sudden boom of the sea, so loud that all the houses in the village rang, the sick man woke, and sat upright.
"A sail! a sail! I am saved!" he cried, then fell backward, and spoke no more.
In the old, silent churchyard they buried him, buried Enoch Arden, and to this day his grave is revered and kept green, as a sacred spot, where rest the remains of a strong, selfsacrificing hero,