The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1881-09-11


heard what be said.
"Do you think she liked III" he
asked with amusing simplicity aud
directness. 49,,
Yes, I am sure she did," l
answered. 80, -
1t soon became preceptible TO ail
observing people how much David
A ,soo1 Gas in love with Miss Castle
ton He would turn pale every time
she epoke to him, and once, when ne
brought her onair 10 an awkward
hurrV. I saw him tremhle like a leai
under her beautiful eyes Tbey were
together that evening With three OF
four others in the psrlor
"Miss Castleton," said pretty
little school girl, who idclized For
ence tor her beauty. after the man
ner of eohool girls. "your eyes are
lust the color OF the water of
Coney Beach, where l saw it last
summer
Miss Castleton laughed.
"They are like the summer skies, l"
said Charley Chllos.
81 sweSr that they are just like the
binding Of Owen Meredith in
blue and gold" said Dick Mancbes-
ter,
"And wha! ia your comparison,
Mr.. AtweodS" said FIorsnce, looking
up archly at David.
His answer was involuntary.
"Tney are like the blue larkgpur
which used to grow in nay mothers
garden" be said.
Florence CSstleton blushed; it Was
the only time / had seen her blush.
Looking up, she suddenly met the
eyes of her guardian. Mr.. Gray, who
was present. Rising quickly. she
went to the piano, and seating
herself played light air.
That night cry of fire swoke me
/ lay unaffected for Q moment until
suddenly preceived the odor of
smoke. Rising quickly, opened
my door; the hall was 1lled with
smoke, and there vas great confusion
in the house. The cry OF "Flre
6Eel" arose,
flung on q wrapper. drew on sip
pers, and commenced putting my
most valuable papers into my writing
desk. While was doing this, there
came q quick step on the stairs, and
. voice crying the names OF all who
slept on toe landing. | ope ed my
door sgain and saw for the fret tiHe
that the doors of the other chambers
were open, and the occupants had
fed. L. was q servant.
''Oh. come down, for heaven sskel
she cried. 1.-THE back part OF the
house is Afre from cellar to roof,
iueidel"
There we're doors in the hall shirt
ting all the back part of the house of
from the front
"Are all out?" asked, hinginE r.
coat around me, and taking up my
precious writing desk. Miss
Forbes, Mr.. ana Mrs. Blake, Miss
Houston and Miss CAstletonP" said l.
ss We went through the smoky hall.
"Hesven have mercy" cried the
Irish girl, But don't think Miss
Csstleton is out! / bsvn't seen her!
On. what shall | do7'
Just taen a figure came leaping
up stairs.
go down." he cried, as he sprang
past me.
He flung open the door between the
two halls. A volume of smoke
poured out, and l reiterated. 1t WAS
David Atwood. l knew instinctively
that be had gone for Florence Castle
ton, and that enc would Immediately
be safe.
Down stairs the people were carry
ing out furniture, and the greatest
confusion and CONSERVATION, MIN
gled with much active energy. pre-
vailed.
Mr.. Gray caught the ann OF MIS-
Rawiey. ss she fed down the stairs
WITH a pile OF valuable clothing.
"Miss Castleton, Mrs. HAwley-
where 10 sheT be cried.
N don't knOWl l don't knoW"
che excIsimed despairingly. Some
one went for her. l have not seen
her"
Mr.. Gray interrupted her with an
oath, and spvRng 10 the stairs, bat ut
that instant the figure of David
Atwood emerged frsm the smoke on
The stairway, with the senseless form
of Florence Oastlstcn in lis arms
She had apparently tainted with
fright, or had been overpowered by
thu smoke, She was half-dressed;
heF beautiful bair swept over DAvld's
arm; her white unconscious face was
clasped TO his breast.
They carried her into the air, and
che soon revived, and was carried
to the hotel where Mr.. Gray resi-
ded.
The FIRE was finally extinguished.
but the house was very much Injured.
and rendered untenabls until re-
paired. Il Was spring, and / vent
out Of town; but that summer re
ceived the following letter from Jean
net'e Manchester:
my DEAREST, ESTHER. -"Pve such
news to tell you. Florence Caetleton
has married that herrid, awkward
David Atwood, who is q fright, il ne
does play beautifully on the violin.