The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-08-24

their NUMBER And when you are great,
Godfrey, you will use your power, not for
self interest, but to large and worthy ends;
you will always strive to help the poor, to
break down oppression from those who have
to bear it, and to advance the honor of your
country You will do all this from your own
heart and not because / ask it of you, but re-
member that your fame will be my best mon
ument-though none shall ever know the
grave it covers.
farewell, farewell, farewell! Oh, Geoff-
rey, my darling, to whom have never been
wife to whom am more than any wife, do
not forget me in the long years that are to
come Do not forget me when others datter
you and try to win your love, for none can
be to you what have been-none can ever
love you more than that lost Beatrice who
writes these heavy words tonight, and who
will pass away blessing you with her last
breath, to await you. if she may, in the land
| to which your feet also draw daily ON
| Then came a tear stained postscript in pen
Gil dated from Paddington station on that
very morning.
81 journeyed to London to sec you, Geof-
rey. could not die without looking on your
face once more. was in the gallery of the
house and heard your great speech. Your
friend found me a place. Aftcrward I
touched your coat as you passed by the pillar
of the gateway. Then ran away, because
saw your friend turn and look ct me. l shall
kiss this letter just here, before close it
kiss 1t there, too-it is our last cold embrace.
Before the end, / shall put on tho ring you
gave mo; on my hand, mean. I have al
ways worn it upon my breast. When /
touched you rs you passed through the gate
way thought that should have broken
down and called to you-but found strength
not to do So Ny heart is breaking and my
eyes are blind with tears; can write no
more; have no more to say. Now once
again good-by. Ave atque vale-oh, my
love- B."
The second letter was q dummy; that is to
say, it purported to be such an epistle as any
young lady might have written to gentle
man friend. 1t began, "Dear Mr.. Bingham, u
and ended yours sincerely, Beatrice Gran
ger;" was filed with chit chat, and expressed
hopes that be would be able to come down to
Bryngelly again later in the summer, when
they would go canoeing.
1t was obvious, thought Beatrice, that if
Godfrey was accused by Owen Davies, or
anybody else, OF being concerned with her
mysterious end the production of such a
frank epistle, written two days previously
would demonstrate the absurdity of the idea.
Poor Beatrice, she was full of precautions.
Let him who may imagine the effect pro
duced upon Godfrey by this heart rending
and astounding epistle Could Beatrice have
seen his face when he had finished reading il
she would never have committed suicide. In
!, minute it became like that of an old man
As the whole truth sunk into his mind, sucl
an agony of horror, of remorse, of unavaiine
woe and hopelessness, swept across his sou
that for a moment he thought his vital force:
must give way beneath it, and that he should
die, as indeed in that dark hour he woulc
, have rejoiced to. Oh, how pitiful it was
how pitiful and how awful! To think Of thi
poor beloved woman going down to lonely
death for him-a strong man; to picture be-
!, crouching behind that gateway pillar ant
touching his coat as he passed, while he, tn
. thrice accursed fool, knew nothing till to-
late; to know that he had gone to Euston ant
not to Paddington; to remember the divin
strength and beauty of the love which he hat
lost, and that face which he should never Sc
again. Oh, his heart would break. No mai
= could bear it!
: And of those towards who bounded her t.
:. death, if, indeed, she was already deadl Oh
!, !, he would kill this Owen Davies; yes, AM
= Elizabeth too, were it not that she was a VIC
man; and as for Honoria, he had done wit
/, her. Scandal! What did he care for scan
= = dala If he had his will there should be
l scandal indeed, for he would beat this Owe
:. :. Davies, this reptile, who did not hesitate t
. use woman's terror to prosper the fulfillin
,, of his lust; yes, and then drag him to til
- continent and kill him there. Only vengeanc
: was left to hiinl
:. Stop, he must not give way-perhaps sh
:, was not dead-perhaps that horrible presag
:, Of evil which had struck him like storr
L was nothing but dream. Could he tell
graph? No, it was too late: the office 6
: Bryngelly would be closed-it was past
: now. But he could go. There was a trai
~ leaving little after Che should be there b
: half past 6 tomorrow. And Effie was il
V well, surely they could look after her fc
~ twenty -four hours; she was in no danger, an
= he must go-he could not bear this torturin
N suspense. Oh, how had she done the deed2
Godfrey snatched O sheet of paper an
y tried to write. He could not, his hand shoe
- so. With groan he rose, and, going to tt
y refreshment room, swallowed two glasses
= brandy one after another. The spirit toe
- effect on him; he could write now. Rapid
:. he scrubbed on a sheet Of paper:
~ 81 have been called away upon importal
- business, and shall probably not be back t
- Thursday morning. See that Etfie is prope
20 ly attended to. If 1 am not back you mu
~ =, not go to the duchess ball.
- "GEoFFREY BINGHAM
= Then he addressed the letter to Lady H
N, N, noria, and dispatched commissionnaire wi
=. it. This done. he called cab and babe Il
~ cabman drive to Euston as fast as his hor
could go.