The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-08
TAKEN BY SIEGE.
The Story of a Young Journalists Expert
ences in New York.
Copyright by J. Company, Philadelphia M
Special Arrangement through Association
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the rooms, and Rush went away will
the body.
lie had not been gone long when LIE
oni, accompanied by her mother, cam
to the place. Her grief at finding he
husbands body gone was terrible. Ii
moving about the room she came upol
the sheet of paper containing the few
words John had written to her. As he
eyes scanned the tear stained page sh,
threw herself in her mothers arms anC
wept for the first time since Johns
death. Piteous as was her grief hel
mother rejoiced in it, for the stony 81
lence of the hours before had filed hen
with alarm.
1t was sad home coming to Farm.
sted \ few intimate friends met Rush
at the railway station and accompanied
him with his brothers body to the house.
There 1t lay in a coffin in the little old
fashioned parlor where many of Johns
/ ancestors had lain before. but none after
/ such death
! Amy Bayliss seemed to have got con-
I troll of her grief, for when she heard
that the body of her betrothed was living
at his home, she took oil her wedding
dress, and, ariayin2 herself in a 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 darl,
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.
y loImger in front of the tavern was
struck 10y 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 'cm on the
right track, as they 'peared to 10 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. 81 never 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. reckon there's a story t
behind them eyes," a suggestion the .
others were quick to take up and discuss.
Arrived at the Hurlstone homestead,
-eoni babe her mother be seated on a
'ustic bench by the roadside while she
vent up the path to the house. When
he reached the door she looked cautious
Y around to see if she was discovered,
or she had a vague fear that if she were
cen she would be driven away. She
urned the knob of the front door and
pening it softly entered the hall Not
ound was heard. Instinct seemed to
ell her which room it was that held the
'eloyed dead. Cautiously pushing the
cor open and closing it behind her she
ntered.
The room was only dimly lighted
Trough the bowed shutters, but she saw
he coffin in the center of the floor and
brew herself down on her knees beside
:, burying her face in her hands. In
his position she remained for some uc-
lents. Then she arose and kissed the
old face, the lips, the forehead, the eye
ds. all the time whispering passionate I
,ords in her native tongue. On theother {
de of the coffin sat Amy Bayliss, hold t
lg one Of the dead mans hands in hers {
nd watching this strange woman with i
ull wonder. After Leoni's eyes had be- /
ome accustomed to the light she saw the
her woman, but supposed it was one of
1hn's sisters, of whom she had heard J
i'm speak. She said nothing, but taking
packet of letters from her breast-the a
llf dozen she had written to John, and s
hich Antonio had just returned TO her Il
lie opened his coat and laid them upon b
s heart, then kissed his cold lips again.
How dare you! what are you doing:" y
Amy, rising. Il
Excuse me, signorina; am return "
& some letters that 1 know he will u
ant to have buried with him, Leoni an f
-ered. in broken English. Il
HE doesn't want your lett AZ cried OF
ny with Indignation. LIE them 10
'ay." vi
Il know that he does" answered W
oni. You are his sister; you cannot ii
use me- she went on. in low, plead fc
: voice. I'll
Il am not his sister, and tell you to hI
re your letters away"
mot his sister, exclaimed LeOni, all of
, Jealousy of her race rising in her tr
art. "Who are you. then, who dare OF
sit by his side, who dare to hold his nc
ndT' fr
4 was his fiance; he was my lover" SO
d Amy, with dignity. "But who are Y,
i, that dares to profane my deadg" W
The light of pity filled Leoni eyes; tn
hesitated for a moment, and then W,
d, softly, Il am his wife; he was my of
sband." ha
Amy stared at her as though she did an
understand her words, though she 10
ew something terrible had been said. w
ere was silence for a few moments: biz
n Leoni put out her hand to Amy, UP
oss the dead body of the man they
h loved, and Amy took it. hi
Will you forgive him?" said Leoni. to
ill you forgive me? did not know of