The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-04-27

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With one shriek of ,raraing and terror she
springs tolCdrdS them-jttst in time.
When she reappeared, three or four
young cavalrymen were at tie gate chat
ting with Mrs. Waldron, and the picture
was passed from hand to hand, exciting
varied comment. 1t was simple carte
de visite, of the style once spoken of as
vignette-only the head and shoulders
being visible-but it was the picture of a
strong, clear cut face, with thick, wavv
black hair just tingeing with gray, a
dropping mustache and long English
whiskers. The eyes were heavy browed,
and, though partially shaded by the gold
trimmed pince-nez, were piercing and
fine. Mr.. Van Antwerp was unques-
tionably a fine looking man.
"Here comes Hayne," said Royce.
"Show it to him. He likes pictures;
though I wouldn't like this one if were
in his place."
Mr.. Hayne stopped in some surprise
when hailed, greeted Mrs. Waldron
warmly and bowed courteously to Mrs.
Buxton, who was watching him mar
rowly.
Want to see a picture of the man you
ought to go and perforated" asked Web
ster, with that lofty indifference which
youngsters have to the ravages of the
tender passion on subjects other than
themselves.
'"To whom do you refer?" asked Hayne,
smiling gravely, and little imagining
what was in store for him.
"This," said Webster, holding out the
card. Hayne took it, gave one glance,
started, seized it with both hands, stud
led it eagerly, while his own face rapidly
paled, then looked up with quick, search
ing eyes.
''Who is this?'' he asked.
''The man who's engaged to Miss Ira
vers-Mr. Van Antwerp"
"This-this- Van Antwerpr' ex-
claimed Eayne. his face white as sheet.
'sHere, take it, Roycel''
And in an instant he had turned and
gone.
"Well, I'll be hanged if 1 knew that
he was that hard hit," drawled Webster.
''Did you, Roger
But Royce did not answer.
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A gorgeous moonlight is bathing the
Jersey coast in sparkling silver. The
tumbling pillows come laundering in to
the shining strand, and sending their
Kissing, seething, whirling waters, all
simmer and radiance, to the very feet
of the groups of spectators. There are
hundreds of people scattered here and
there along the shingle, and among the
groups pale faced young man in tweed
travelling suit has made his way to
point where he can command a view of
all the passers by. 1t is nearly II o'clock
before they begin to break up and seek
the broad corridors of the brilliantly
lighted hotel. A great military band of
nearly forty pieces is playing superbly
at intervals, and every now and then,
as some stirring martial strains come
thrilling through the air, young girl in
a group near at hand beats time with
her pretty foot and seems to culver with
the influence of the soldier melodies. A
tall, dark eyed, dark haired man bends
devotedly over her, but he, too, seems to
rise to his full height at times, and there
is something in the carriage and mien
that tells that soldier songs have thrilled
his veins ere now. And this man the
young traveller in gray watches as though
his eyes were fascinated. Standing in
the shade of little sulcrner house. he
never ceases his scrutiny of the group.
At last the musicians go and the people
, follow. The sands are soon deserted; the
great piazzas are emptied of their prom
enaders; the halls and corridors are still
patronized by the few belated chaperons
and their giddy charges. The music low
ing girl has gone aloft to her room, and
her aunt, the third member of the group
that SO chained the attention of the
young man in gray, fingers for mo-
ment to exchange few words with their
cavalier. He seems in need of consola-
ton.
Don't be SO downhearted, Mr.. Van
Antwerp. 1t is very early in the sum-
mer, and you have the whole season be-
fore you
"No, Mrs. Rayner, it is very different
from last year. cannot explain it, but
know there has been change. feel
as-as l used to in my old, wild days
when o change of luck was COMING It's
like the gamblers superstition, but can
not shake it off. Something told me she
was lost to me when you boarded that
Pacific express last February. was
fool ever to have let her CO..
SIS she still SO determined"
81 cannot shake her resolution. She
says that at the end of the years time
originally agreed upon she will keep her
promise; but she will listen to no earlier
marriage. I have about given up all
hope. Something again-that fearful
something l cannot shake off-tells me
that my only chance lay in getting her
to 60 with me this month. Once abroad
with her, could make her happy;
butt
He breaks off irresolutely, looking
about him in the strange, hunted manner
she has noted once or twice already.
"You are all unstrung, Mr. Van Ant
wegn Why not 60 to bed and try aud