The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-08-10

When he had finished she spoke again.
BY what shall swear" she said, that I
am not the thing which you must thini. moi
! Godfrey. swear by my love for. you that |
am innocent. II / came-oh, the shame OF
it, If came to your room last night, it was
my feet which led me, not my mind that led
my feet 4 went to sleep, l was worn out,
and then 1 knew no moro till heard a dread
tul sound and saw you standing before mo in
q blaze of light after which there was dark.
ness"
ooh, Beatrice, do not be distressed,n he
answered. Il saw that you were asleep. 1t
is dreadful thing which has happened, but
do not think that we were seen.
II do not know" she said elizabeth
looked at me very strangely this morning,
and she sees everything. Godfrey, for my
part. neither know nor care What do
care for is, what must you thinl; of mes You
must believe, oh!-I cannot say it. And yet
am innocent. Never, never did dream of
this. 10 come to you-thus-oh il is shame
less"
Beatrice, do not talk So 1 tell you l
know it. Listen-I drew you. | did not
mean that you should come, did not think
that you would come; but it was my doing.
which written words can i'll express.
When he had finished she looked I'D. with
another face; the great shadow Of her shame
had left her. 81 believe you, Godfrey" she
said, because know that you have not in
vented this to shield me, for 1 have felt it
also. See by it what you are to me. You
are my master and my all. 1 cannot with
stand you if l would. I have little will apart
from yours if you choose to gainsay mine.
And now promise me this upon your word.
Leave ME uninhuenced; do not draw me to
you to be your ruin. make no pretense.
have laid my life at your feet but while I
have any strength to struggle against it you
shall never take it up unless you can do so to
your own honor, and that is not possible.
oh, my dear, we might have been very happy
together, happier than men and women often
are, but it is denied Co US. We must carry
our cross, we must cruelty the flesh upon it;
perhaps so-who can saya-we may giorify
the spirit. owe you good deal have
learned much from you, Godfrey. I have
learned to hope again for a hereafter Moth
ing is left to me now-but that-that and an
hour hence-your memory.
"Oh, why should weepi 1t is ungrateful
when have your love, for which this misery
is but little price to pay. Kiss me, dear,
and go-and never see me more. You will
not forget me. l know now that you will
never forget me all your life. Afterwards
perhaps-who can tell? If not, why then-it
will indeed be best-to die"
1t is not well to linger over such scene as
this. After all, toe, it is nothing. Only an
other broken heart or SO. The world breaks
SO many this way and the other that it can
have little pleasure in gloating over such
stale scenes of agony.
Besides, we must not let our sympp thies
carry us away. Godfrey and Beatrice de-
served all they got; they had no business to
put themselves into such a position. They
had defied the customs of their world, and
the world avenged itself upon them and their
petty passions. What happens to the worm
that tries to burrow on the highways Grind
ing wheels and crushing feet; these are its
portion. Beatrice and Godfrey point moral
and adorn tale. So far as we can see and
judge, there was no need for them to have
plunged into that ever running river OF
human pain. Let them struggle and drown,
and let those who are on the bank learn wig
dom from the sight, and hold out no hand to
help them.
Godfrey drew ring from his finger-it
was common, fiat sided silver ring that had
been taken from the grave of Roman sol
dier-and gave it to his love. One peculiar
ity this ring had, however. On its inner
surface were roughly cut the words, cave
atque vale" Greeting and farewell, 1t was
fitting gift to pass between people in their
position. Beatrice. trembling sorely, whis-
pered that she would wear it on her heart
upon her hand she could notput it yetawhile;
it might be recognized.
Then thrice did they embrace there upon
the desolate shore, once, as it were, for past
JOY, once for present pain and once for future
hope, and parted. There was no talk of fu-
ture meeting@they felt them to be impos-
sible, at any rate, for many years. How
could they meet as Indifferent friends9 Too
much they loved for that. 1t was a final
parting, than which death had been less
dreadful-for hope sits ever by the bed of
death-and misery crushed them to the earth.
He left her and happiness went out of his
life as at nightfall the daylight goes out of
the day. Well, at least he had his work to
go to. But Beatrice, poor woman, what had
shea
Godfrey left her. When he had gone some
thirty PAGES he turned again and gazed his
last upon her. There she stood, or rather
leant, her hand resting against the wet rock,
looking after him with her wide gray ewes.
Even through the drizzing rain he could see
the CLEAN of her rich hair, the marking of
her lovely face and the carmine of her lips.
She motioned to him TO go on. He went, and
when he had traversed q hundred PAGES looked
round once more. She was still there, but
now her face was blur, and again the great
white gull lowered about her head.
Then the mist swept up and hid her
All, Beatrice, with all your brains you could
mover learn thosessimple principles necessary
TO the happiness of principles inner
tied through thousand generations of saw
age and semi-civilzed ancestresses To &C
cept the situation and the master that situa-
ton brings with it-this is the golden rule of
well being. Not to put out the hand of your
affection further than you can draw it back,
this Is another, at least not until you are
quito sure that its object is we'll within your
grasp. Ii by misfortune or the anger or the
fates you are endowed with those deeper
qualities, those extreme capacities of self sac
riiicing affection, such rs ruined your happi-
ness, Beatrice, l:eep them in stock; do not ex-
pose them TO the world. The world does not be-
leve in them; they are inconvenient aud I'M
desirable; they are even immoral What the
world wants, and very rightly, in person of
Your attractivoness is quiet dosnesticity of
character, not the exhibition of attributes
which, though they might qualify you for
the rank of heroine in Greek drama, are
nowadays only likely to qualify you for the
Reproduction of society.
WHAT you woulsl rather keep your love,
yonr reprehensib,e love which never can ba
satisfied, and bear its sings and arrows, and