The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-01

handouts on his wrists. Jonn IeIG no
temptation to run away. Mortimer had
tried to induce him to fly with him to
Canada. but John seemed to be IN
dazed condition, and positively refused
to do anything. He knew that ne mad
committed a states prison otfense, ana
that it would not be long before ne was
made to answer for his crimes; but ne
did not intend to answer for them IN &
court of law.
He sat In his rooms all day and drank
brandy, and thought-not so much OF the
past or the future as of the present he
thought of Leoni, whom he loved and to
whom he was honestly married, and OF
Amy, his expectant bride, eagerly wait
ing his coming in the little country town
not hundred miles away. He had not
had the courage to tell Amy, and he had
hoped that something would happen be-
fore the fatal day; but nothing did hap
pen that could help him in any way. Hls
troubles came thicker and faster, and he
saw felon's cell before him.
CATER ALL" he said to himself, what
is the use of fighting against fate! can
soon end the difficulty, and why not DO
itT'
Before he put his thought into exc
.ution he was seized with wild desire
| TO see Leoni.
ssShe is my wife, and 1 love her-God
knows how well-and she loves me.
must see her once more"
He hurried off to West Tenth street,
but only to find that she was not at
home. Her mother thought she had
zone to see a member of the corps de
ballet who was suffering from sprained
ankle. and had no idea when she would
return. Signora Celia would not have
told John even if she had known, for
she was indignant that he had neglected
Leoni for SO long after having paid such
serious court to her. John left the house
in a very unhappy state Of mind; but ne
could not bear to tear himself away from
a spot hallowed by its associations with
Ieoni. He walked up and down on the
onposite side of the street for an hour,
and Signora Celia, who watched him
from her window, was touched by the
homeless expression of his face. She
was Just going to raise the sash and call
him over to wait for Leoni, when he
turned suddenly and almost ran up the
street. His thoughts were tearing so
wildly through his brain that he hardly
knew what he was doing.
A few moments later he found himself
at the stage door C the Academy OF
Music. He stood there a while and
watched the groups of chorus singers as
they lounged against the iron railing ana
talked over their little troubles. tie
thought of I.eoni in a confused sort OF
wav: and then he started off on BRISK
walk for his rooms. Antonio was out
gone to eat a dish of spaghetti with q
fellow countryman-and the place was
ouiet as the grave, and as lonesome
John sat down in front of large picture
p of Ieoni. and gazed longingly at it; ther
, he walked over to it and kissed the colo
q pIass that covered the bright young face
: "Ah, my darling, if you only knew
1 what a state of mind your husband l
/? in YOU would be here by his side; but
s dear girl, you don't know, and it's Jus
s as well that you don't"
; Then he got up and went to his bath
room and took battle, and dressed him
d self in fresh linen, and put on suit
# clothes that Leoni particularly liked
If Walking up to the long mirror that nun
between the front windows. he looked
IS himself from head to heels.
at Not bad looking fellow, as fellow
is 90" he said softly to himself; ''it's pit
nj T,,%
cumberer of the earth. You wouldn
"a think him such bad fellow to look
III him. but he's rascal-a born rasca
III All. there it is; it was born in him. B'
where did it come from? His father ";
is the most upright of men-his mothe
This voice trembled)-'h mother sail
re on earth; vet their son is an outlaw, on
a. out of Jail because he hasn't been ca
err tured. He is an unhappy wretch, al
/" has made all his friends unhappy, al
he he is going to put final touch to the
unhappiness. Yes, it's got to come, Jol
on Hurlstone; there's only one way to C
on this knot"
Ily Saying this, he walked over to his lu
urious dressing table, deliberately open
ng an upper drawer, took out a silver al
as pearl mounted revolver, and, going ov
h. TO his writing table, laid it down hest
ny him. -,
in ssPoor Leoni! I must write her a Iii
before CO."
err; He took up his pen and began to writ
a "Ieoni mia, my own darling, my wi
ay forgive"-
all But he could not write another VOL
AN for his ewes were blinded with tears Il
Ike ran down his cheeks and fell in scaldl
ks drops upon the paper.
ssThis is unmanly," he said, sudden
up soringing to his feet. "Am WON;
ok mat should give way like this?'
it'll Teen, crossing over to the window,
gazed out upon the street. How strar
81 it looked! 1t seemed almost like n
nen place to him. But no; there was
He iandlady's little daughter playing out
tly, the sidewalk; she looked up and slni
ant and he kissed his hand to her.
al clerk from the drug store on the cor
we, walked by, an ordinary, commonpl
we? Young man, but he filed John with
nee strange interest, for he was the last q
,ere he should see in this world. He watci
I'll him out of sight; then he took the
inst yolver from the table and stood in fr
-ou, of the long mirror again. He smi
i of sadly as he caught sight of his own ia
ury 'They call this towards act.
haps it is; but it takes little couraG
dy- he said, and, placing the muzzle of
tent revolver close against his heart,
low pulled the trigger.