The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-10-06

should he say farewell to herg Could he ash
her to accept an occasional letter from him
and to reply9 Would the Tramlays want to
! spend the next summer at Hayn farm2 he
/ wondered Should they come and Lucia see
him carrying a pail Of pea pods to the pig
| sly, or starting of with oil skins and big
black basket for days fishing Off shore
would not her pretty lip curl in disdainl Or
| if the family wanted to go TO the beach for a
| bath, would lie come in from the fields in
| faded cotton shirt and trousers and bandlesS
old straw hat to drive them downl
! No; none of these things should occur. The
! Tramlays should not again board at Hayn
! farm, unless he could manage in some way to
! be away from home at the time. He would
oppose it with ali his might. And yet, what
| could he say by way of explanation to his
parents! There are some things that one
cannot explain-not if one is a young man
who has suddenly had his head turned by
change Of scene.
How he should say farewell to Lucia trou-
bled him a great deal, particularly as the
time was approaching rapidly. To tell her
of his love would be uniranly, while he was
unable to carry love forward 10 its natural
fruition, but. On the other hand would it be
right for him to take mere friendly leave af-
ter having betrayed himself over her hand at
| the carriage Window And if her manifesto
tions OF jealousy ut the Dinon party meant
"nvtrin" more than t~ei'a desire m monono-
| lie his attention, would she not nate him Ii
he went away without some expression Of
tendernessl
The longer he cudgeled his wits the more
| inactive they became He resolved to call at
once and trust to chance, and perhaps mer-
ciful Providence, to help him to a proper
leave taking. He wondered if she would 10
at home; he had heard her recapitulate sue
cession of engagements which seemed to him
to dispose OF q week of afternoons and even
ings He would seek her father and ask him
when Lucia could be found at home.
He acted at once upon the impulse, but
Tramlay was not at his office AS the time
was about noon, Phil strolled to the restau-
rant to which the iron merchant had taken
him Tranilay was not there, so the young
man took n seat and ordered luncheon. Just
as it was served, Marge passed him, without
seeing him, and young man at a table be-
hind Phil said to his companion:
"That Marge is a lucky dog. Have you
heard that he's going to marry Tramlays
| SuC Al iN41 A4OLI - AOOhlb5 uE.
as that So" asked the other. when did
it come outs"
Il don't know whether it's announced yet, ="
was the reply, "but one Of the fellows at the
bank told me, and suppose he got it from
Marge; he knows him very we'll"
Pills appetite departed at once it seemed
to him his life would accompany it. His
mind was in daze; his heart was like lead
| His feelings reached his face, and distracted
and stupid though he felt, he could not help
seeing that he was attracting attention, so
| he paid his bill, went out, and hurried along
the street. The first distinct impression of
| which he vas conscious was that there need no
! longer be any doubt about how to say good
by to Lucia; formal courteous note would
suffice; he would not trust himself to meet
her. Could he blame herr No; he certainly
had no claim upon her heart, nor any reason
| to really believe she had regarded him as
more than pleasant acquaintance. She
had let him kiss her hand; but had not she
| herself taught him that this was merely an
old time form Of salutation! She had the right
to marry whom she would; yet Marge-
The thought of that man-that lazy, list
less, cold, dry stick-being bound for life to
q merry, sensitive soul like Lucia drove him
almost mad.
Well, the blow was a blessing in one way;
now he could 60 back to the farm without
any fears or hesitation. Go backAyes, he
would hasten back; he could not too soon put
behind him the city and all its memories
After all, it was not the city he had dreaded
| to leave; it was Lucia, and whatever through
her seemed necessary. Now that she must be
forgotten, all else might CO. He would go
back to the hotel pack his clothes-how he
longed for the money they had cost himI-
write line to Lucia, and take the first train
for home Homel How shamefully he had
! forgotten it in the past fortnight Perhaps
this disappointment was his punishment; if
so, although severe, it was no more than Just
Homel Why, he would rejoice to be once
more inside his dirty oilskin fishing clothes
to obliterate the city man he had been aping
for a fortnight. Heaven had evidently in
tended him TO be a drudge; well, heavens
will should be done
| Thus reasoned the spirit; but the flesh did
not rapidly conform to its leaders, will Pills
teeth and lips were twitching; he felt it was
so; he noticed that people stared at him, just
as they did while he was in the restaura.. t.
This at least he could escape, and he would;
so he turned into the first side street, to avoid
the throng Within moment he feared he
was losing his reason, for it seemed to him
that people were pursuing him. There GER
| tainly was an unusual clatter of hurrying
feet behind him, but-pShawl-it was prob
ably a crowd running to fire or a fight
The noise increased; several wilds yells arose,
and some one shouted, stop thiefr' Then
Pills heart stopped beating, for a heavy
hand fell on his shoulder. He started vio-
lently aside, but there was no shaking off the
grasp of that heavy hand; he looked wildly
around, and into the eyes of his father.
"Bless you, old boy, how-how fast you do
walk!" painted the old man. 81 was way up
ON the other side of the road when-when
saw you turnin' down here. Sol Mantring
said 1 wouldn't know you'll l saw you.
Why-I knowed you at first sight"
"Wot's he done" bleated a small boy in
front, for the crowd had already surrounded
the couple.
whats who donem asked the old man,
angrily, after he had looked around and seen
the crowd. why, you tarnal loafers, can't
man run down the road to catch up with
his own son without you thinkin' there's
somethin' wrongG I've herd that in New
York ev'ry man suspects ev'ry other man of
bein' thief. Git outl go about your bust
ness, if you've got any"
The crowd, looking sadly disappointed and
disguised, slowly dispersed, one very red
faced man remarking that the entire proceed
ing had been "a burned skin"
The father and son walked along until COM
paratively alone; then the father said:
"Somethin's wrong, old boy. What is It'll"
Phil did not reply.
"Out of money an afraid to send me
wordG"
mo" Phil replied.
tEThau see har ohm