Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-06-17

Intentionally done him. Both letters were stiff
and colorless as if they had been business
epistles and many tears had they called from
Salome's eyes.
Very different were her letters to him. With
out giving utterance to her love- every line
showed that her heart yearned for her hus-
band, her baby, and for home. She wrote long
letters hoping to interest him in what she and
her sister were about; she described the
scenery, the novel sights, the flowers-she even
inclosed two forget-menots, with wish that
he would lay one on her baby's lips. She made
no allusion to the past, and she did not tell him
of her present trouble with Beaple Yeo, her
father. She shrank from informing him that
the man he hated was at Andermatt, the terror
and distress of her sister and herself. She had
written a letter to Uncle Jeremiah. to inclose
in that to her husband, and in that was not an
expression which could lead him to imagine
that her husband was estranged from her.
She left this note open, that Philip
might look at if he pleased, before
delivering it. She had broken off IN the midst
of her letter to Philip to write this, and now
she resumed the writing to her husband She
was describing the hotel guests, and had come
to an account of the Chicago heiress. She had
written about her beauty, her eyes, her car
riage. her reputed wealth, only her dresses she
did not describe, she knew they would not in
terest man. Then she proceeded to give
some account of her qualities of mind and
heart, and thereat her pen was stayed. She
knew nothing of either. She had imagined
a good deal-but positively had no acquaint-
ance with the lady on which to form an opin-
ion.
What was there in the lady that so fascinat-
ed her? She was attracted to her, she felt the
profoundest admiration for her-and yet she
was unable to explain the reason of the at
traction. 1t was the consciousness that in this
stranger were faculties, experiences, knowl-
edge she had not-it was an admiration bred of
wonder She had no ambition to be like her,
and she was not envious of her-but she al
most worshipped her. but she was strong in
everything that she, Salome, was weak. That
she was, or might be, weak in everything where
in Salome was strong never occurred to her
humble mind. Then, still holding her pen, and
looking dreamily into the night sky. Salome
passed in thought to her own situation, rem
dered doubly difficult by her father having at
tached himself to her sister. She could not de-
sert Janet under the circumstances. She must
be at her side to protect her from his rapacity
and insolence. And yet she yearned with all
the hunger of mothers heart for her baby.
that she might clasp it to her and cover its in
nocent face and hands and feet with kisses.
And Philip. She loved him also, with the
calm unlmpassioned love that springs out of
duty She had liked him since first she saw
him. and the liking had developed into love-a
quiet, homely love, without hot fire in it, and
yet true, steady, honest love. She could not
believe that her husband mistrusted her assur-
ance that she had not knowingly deceived him.
She did not know which was the most potent
force acting on his mind-hatred of the man
who was her father and anger at being
unwittingly brought into relationship with
him, or dread of the scandal that
might come of the knowledge of the relation
ship. She had no confidence that her father
would not become again involved in some dis
graceful fraud which would bring his name
before the public; and this dread, of course,
must weigh on Philip as well. Beaple Yeo had
already attempted to express money out of her.
She was the wife of rich Yorkshire manufact-
urer, and Janet was the widow of rich Nor
mandy manufacturer. He looked upon both as
squeezable persons only at first his efforts to
squeeze had been directed upon Janet who had
not husband to oppose him. Salome how
ever, saw that he would not be at rest till he
had extorted money from Philip through her,
and the dread of this kept her in constant un-
rest. How-she now asked herself, or the stars
at which she was looking-how would the re-
turn of jeremiah affect Philips position andre
lieve her of this fear? If jeremiah resumed
the factory then Philip would be no longer
wealthy, and prey for her father to fall upon.
As she sat thus thinking and looking at the
stars. SO in the furthest wing of the same house
was Artemisia Durham, also thinking and look
ing at the stars. She had extinguished her
lights, and stood at the window. She was partly
undressed, her dark hair flowed about her