The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-06-30
Johnny made no answer, ana the other
.I1n,bled in the nocket of his coat.

Johnny made no answer, ana the orner
fumbled in the pocket of his coat.
"By GeorgeI'
This time Addenbrocke was reused,
and came over TO the table. Whats
up?" he said.
Fleming pointed in silence to stamped
and addressed envelope lying at his feet.
Johnny picked it up, with dull sense
Of relief that matters had been more or
less taken out of his hands. He knew,
before he looked at it. that it was adj
dressed to Miss Grey, and that it was
Jennings customary carelessness in the
matter of posting his letters which had
wrought the mischief.
Lawrence was much excited. at had
slipped behind the lining of the pocket!
have just taken the coat from my port
manteau. o, that poor grill that poor
girl! what must she have thought of me
all this timer"
Addenbrooke faced him suddenly.
'Do you intend" he said, in low voice.
"endeavoring to repair the mischief"
1t is possible that he had low opinion
of Fleming's constancy.
~ will go to her tomorrow" cried
Lawrence.
A sudden pang of personal anguish,
an intolerable sense OF bereavement, shot
through Addenbrooke.
He thought: after all, perhaps, am
nothing bLta jealous devil who begrudges
my girl her happiness"
Aloud, he said: There may be diff
culties at first. In fact. Miss Grey is en-
gagged to be married"
Fleming rose, with an exclamation.
The two men stood facing one another;
Lawrence. flushed, excited; Johnny, pale,
with tense eyes and nostrils.
Lydia engaged! LydiaI The women
are all alike. Could she have no patience,
no trust, but she must needs throw her
self away in a fit of pique on some fellow
who is not worthy of herr
"She is engaged to mel" cried Alden
brooke, with sudden passion. And, by
Heaven, think it is | who am too good
for herr
The passion of such men as Alden
brooke is terrible thing.
Fleming quailed before it. He gath
cred up his papers in silence and went
from the room.
Mrs. Grey swept up to Addenbrooke
as he stood with his hand on the knob of
the drawing room door.
"Oh, Professor Addenbrooke, l am SO
sorry" she cried.
so am l" he answered. CURLY.
1t was two days after the events of the
last chapter. Lydia had made her choice,
and now, at her own request. was to take
farewell of Addenbrooke.
As she came forward, with flushed
cheeks and shining eyes, 20 meet him, it
struck him that she rcsembled the picture
Of a Bacchante he had seen somewhere.
A Bacchante in tailor made gown.
with the neatest of cuffs and collars
poor Johnny!
81 wished" she said, when their greet
ing was over, Ito thank you with all my
heart.
And l." he said, wish to tell you
this. Do not think that 1 merely took
advantage of you. l believed that
could make you happy believe it
still"
She smiled sadly, and Addenbrooke
broke into sort of laugh.
sob, Johnny, johnny she cried.
He had no intention of being pitied.
even by Lydia.
Don't distress yourself about me,
Lydia" he said; II have had my chance.
Perhaps 1 ought to tell you that do not
think you have chosen the better man"
They talked little aimlessly; then
Addenbrooke held out both his hands i'll
farewell. 1t was Lydia, who, drawing
him towards her, kissed his face for the
last time.
She knew, as he stood there facing her,
that he was passing out of her life for
ever. For the moment he seemed trans
figured, no longer insignificant; a tender
but inscrutable presence-pitying, ironi-
cal. Some inarticulate voice in her heart
cried out to him not to leave her; uncon-
sciously she put out her hand, and then
he was gone.
Not long after Fleming was with her,
He had his arm around her waist and
was kissing her lips as Addenbrooke had
never kissed them.-Amy Levy in Bel.
Crayia