The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-08-17

that is, IL can"
Beatrice shook her head 81 cannot. y she
answered, smiling saGly. 81 am going on a
long journey tomorrow and I shall not re-
turn here. Good-by."
In another second be was gone, more piqued
and interested about this fair unknown than
he had been about any woman for years.
Who could she bea and why was she so anxi-
Gus to hear the debated There was a mystery
in it somewhere, and he determined to solve it
IL he could.
Meanwhile the division took place, and
presently che members focked back, and
amid ringing ministerial cheers and counter
opposition cheers the victory of the govern
ment was announced. Then came the usual
formalities and the members began to melt
| away. Beatrice saw the leader OF the house
! and several members Of the government go
up to Godfrey, shake his hand and congratu-
late him. Then, with one long look, she
turned and WENT leaving him in the moment
of his triumph, that seemed to interest him
SO little but which made Beatrice more proud
ct heart than if she had been made empress
| OF the world.
oh. it was well to love man like that, a
man born to tower over his fellow men-and
well to die for him. Could she let her miser-
able existence interfere with such life as his
should bea Never, neveri There should be
no public scandal on her account.
She drew her veil over her face, and in
CURED the way from the house. Presently
she was outside. By one of the gateways, and
| In the shadow of its pillars, she stopped,
watching the members Of the house stream
past her. Many Of them were talking to-
! gether, and once or twice she caught the
/ sound of Geoffrey's name, coupled with such
words as splendid speech" and other terms
of admiration
Move on, move on, said O policeman to
her. Lifting her veil, Beatrice turned and
, looked at him, and muttering something he
moved on himself, leaving her in peace. Pres
emily she saw Godfrey and the gentleman
who had been so kind to her walking along
| togther They came through the gateway,
the lapel of his coat brushed her arm and no
never saw her. Closer she crouched against
the pillar, hiding herself in its shadow With
in six feet Of her Godfrey stopped and lit g
cigar. The light of the match fared upon his
face, that dark, strong face she loved SO well.
How tired he looked. A great longing took
possession of her to step forward and speak
to him, but she restrained herself almost by
force
Her friend was speaking to him, and about
her,
''Such lovely woman he was saying,
with the clearest and most beautiful gray
eyes that ever saw. But she has gone like
dream. can't find her anywhere. 1t is a
most mysterious business
"You are falling in love, Tom" answered
Godfrey, absently, as he threw away the
moi fob l-cs/l l. - =
an unhappy thing to do" and be sighed.
He was going, Oh, heaven! she would
never, never see him mcrel 4 cold horror
seized upon Beatrice, her blood seemed to
stagnate. She trembled SO much that she
could scarcely stand. Leaning forward, she
looked after him with such a face of woe that
even the policeman, who had repented him Of
his forbearance, and was returning to send
her away, stood astonished. The two men
had gone about ten yards when something
induced Beatricos- friend to look back. His
eye fell upon the white, agony stricken face,
now in the full glare of the gas lamp.
Beatrice saw him turn and understood her
| danger. ''Oh, good-by, Geoffreyin she muir
INJURED, for a second allowing her heart to 90
forth toward him. Then realizing what she
had done, she dropped her veil and went
swiftly. The gentleman called ''Tom"-she
never learned his name-stood for moment
dumfouaded and at that instant Godfrey
staggered, as though he had been struck with
shot, turned quite white and halted.
why" said his companion, ''there is that
lady again; We must have passed quite close
to her. She was looking after US; saw her
face i'll the gaslight-and | never want to see
such another"
Godfrey seized him by the arm 'Where
is shesn he asked, ''and what was she like?n
''She was there second ago." ne said,
pointing to the pillar; but I've lost her now
i fancy she went towards the railway sta
ton, but could not see Stop, is that herl"
and he pointed to a tall person walking to-
ward the abbey.
Quickly they moved to intercept her, but
the result was not satisfactory, and they re-
treated hastily from the object of their atten-
tions.
Meanwhile Beatrice found herself opposite
the entrance to the Westminster bridge sta
ton. A hanson was standing there; she got
into it and told the man to drive to Padding
ton.
Before the pair had retraced their steps she
was gone. ''She has vanished again. said
Tom, and went on to give description of
her to Godfrey. Of her dress he had unfor-
tunately taken no very particular note. 1t
might be one Of Beatrice's, or it might not It
seemed almost uncomfortable to Godfrey that
she should be masquerading about London,
under the name of Mrs. Everston. And vet
and yet-he could have sworn-but it was
folly,
Suddenly he babe his friend good night and
took hanson. 1.-The mystery thickens,n
said the astonished 'Tom," as he watched
him drive away. II would give hundred
pounds to find out what it all means Oil
that woman's FACET haunts me- II looked
like the face of an angel bidding farewell to
heaven.
But ne never did find out any more about
it, though the last despairing look of Bea-
trice, rs she babe her mute farewell. still
sometimes haunts his sleep.
Godfrey reflected rapidly. The whole thing
was ridiculous, and yet it was possible. Be-
yond that brief line in answer to mis- letter he
had heard nothing from Beatrice Indeed he
was waiting to hear from her before taking
any further step But even supposing she
were in London, where was he to look for
herf He knew that she had no money. she
could not stay there long. 1t occurred to him
there was train leaving Euston for Wales
about in the morning. 1t was just possible
that she might be in town, and returning by
this train. He told the cablnan to drive to
Euston station, and on arrival closely cues
toned a sleepy porter, but without satisfac-
tory results.
Then he searched the station; there were no
traces of Beatrice. lie did more, he sat down,
weary as he WIS ard yyaited for M, hour ,,,,l
half, till it was time for the train to start.
There were but three passengers, and none of
them i'll the least resembled Beatrice.