The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-08
TAKEN BY SIEGE.
The Story of Young Journalists Expert
ences in NeD York.
Copyright Lppncott Philadelphia
Special Arrangement PressA
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! the rooms, and Rush went away with
the body.
He had not been gone long when Le-
oni, accompanied by her mother, came
to the place. Her grief at finding her
husbands body gone was terrible. In
moving about the room she came upon
the sheet of paper containing the few
words John had written to her. As her
| eyes scanned the tear stained page she
threw herself in her mothers arms and
wept for the first time since Johns
death. Piteous as was her grief her
mother rejoced in it, for the stony ST.
lence of the hours before had filled her
with alarm.
1t was sad home coming TO Farm
sted. A few intimate friends met Rush
at the railway station and accompanied
him with his brothers body to the house
| There it lay in a coffin. in the little old
fashioned parlor where many of Johns
ancestors had lain before. but none after
such death.
Amy Rayliss seemed to have got con-
troll of her grief, for when she heard
that the body of her behothed was lying
at his home. she took oil her wedding
dress, and, arraying herself in suit OF
black that she had worn after her moth
er's death, walked out to the homestead.
Rush saw her coming, and, taking her
by the hand, led her tenderly into the
darkened room where his brothers body
lay, and left her alone with her dead
The good people of Farmsted, who had
spent most of their time in the street dur
ing the past day or two discussing John
Hurlstone's suicide, had their curiosity
aroused to the highest pitch by the ar
rival of two foreign looking women by
the noon train from New York. One
was middle aged, the other young and
very handsome. They were both dark
and had large black eyes, and their dress
was as foreign as their faces. They
didn't seem to know they were being
stared at, but walked along the main
street slowly, evidently looking for some
thing or somebody.
4 lounger in front of the tavern was
struck by the beauty of the young wo-
man; and. as they seemed to be uncer-
tain of their way, he stepped up to them
and asked if he could ''set 'em on the
right track, as they 'peared TO bo kinder
lost" The older woman thanked him,
and in her broken English asked for
"Meester 'Urlstone." As Hurlstone was
the one name on the lips of every one in
the place, the man understood at once
where they wanted TO so and pointed out
the way. "Inever seen such eyes as that
young 'un's in all my born days" said
he, rejoining his companions on the
tavern veranda; they jest burned like
two live Goals. l reckon there's a story
behind them eyes," a suggestion the
others were quick to take up and discuss
Arrived at the Hurlstone homestead,
Leoni babe her mother be seated on a
rustic bench by the roadside while she
went up the path to the house. When
she reached the door she looked cautious
iy around to see if she was discovered,
for she had a vague fear that if she were
seen she would be driven away. She
turned the knob of the front door and
opening it softly entered the hall. Not a
sound was heard. Instinct seemed to
tell her which room it was. that held the
beloved dead Cautiously pushing the
door open and closing it behind her she
entered.
The room was only dimly lighted
through the bowed shutters, but she saw
the coffin in the center of the floor and
threw herself down on her knees beside
it. burying her face in her hands. In
this position she remained for some me-
ments. Then she arose and kissed the
cold face, the lips, the forehead, the eye
lids, all the time whispering passionate
words in her native tongue. On theother
side of the coffin sat Amy Bayliss, hold
ing one of the dead mans hands in hers
and watching this strange woman with
dull wonder. After Leoni's eyes had be-
come accustomed to the light she saw the
other woman, but supposed it was one of
Johns sisters. of whom she had heard
him speak. She said nothing, but taking
a packet Of letters from her breast-the
half dozen she had written to John, and
which Antonio had just returned to her
she opened his coat and laid them upon
his heart, then kissed his cold lips again.
How dare you! what are you doing"
exclaimed Amy, rising.
Excuse me, signorina; l am return
ing some letters that know he will
want to have buried with him" Leoni an
swered. in broken English.
"He doesn't want your iett AZ cried
Amy with Indignation. "14Ae them
away"
Il know that he does. answered
Leoni. You are his sister; you cannot
refuse me-" she went on. in q low. plead
ing voice.
81 am not his sister, and tell you to
take your letters away"
Not his sisterl" exclaimed Leoni, all
the jealousy of her race rising in her
heart. who are you. then, who dare
to sit by his side, who dare to hold his
hand?"
81 was his fiance; he was my lover"
said Amy, with dignity. "But who are
you, that dares to profane my deadg"
The light of pity filled Leoni eyes;
she hesitated for moment, and then
said, softly, 81 am his wife; he was my
husband"
Amy stared at her as though she did
not understand her words, though she
knew something terrible had been said.
There was silence for a few moments;
then Leoni put out her hand to Amy,
across the dead body of the man they
both loved, and Amy took it
''Will you forgive him?" said Leoni.
Twill you forgive me? did not know