The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-10-19

the governess. 1t was there an instaud
and gone in an instant, but Miss Brows
was conscious of it, for she raised her left
hand to brush it away, and as she did Sd
gasped, "Yes," and tore away the Lace
from her throat
''Now you are reasonable Sit down and
listen to me. Tell Mr.. Crawford in the
morning that you had dream, that you
saw Edna on 4 sick bed, neglected and
alone. Tell him you saw her mother
What the devil ais you?"
Don't say any more, for heavens sake
know what to tell him." and she buried
her face in her hands as if to shut out
vision too horrible to contemplate.
81 am willing and all that, DR.. Watson,
but L know | can't help you and it's no usd
sending me- Miss Edna does not trust me.
She breads me and 1 fear her can't look
into her face, and have not been able to
meet her eyes since the night l made her
mother use your vinaigrette.
ASLEEP or awake it's all the same, and
the older the daughter grows the stronger
becomes the resemblance to her mother. 1t
is wasted time; 1 can't stay with her or near
her. and 1 won't try. | will go to Califor-
MIA with the letter if that will do you any
good, but there isn't money enough in
America to keep me in her service"
''And that is final, is it?'
Eyes"
'Does it occur to you that L have evil
dence sufficient to convict you of murder?"
who ever heard of an accomplice nang-
ing and an adept scoundrel who has won
success as thief, bigamist, forger and
blackmailer escaping Judgment? There
was profit in Mrs. Crawford's DEATH and
you know who got her fortune and what
became of her property"
Hold your tongue, you jade. Your
wages will depend upon the success of your
dream tomorrow morning. We give up
these quarters this week without fail, and
on second thought it will be better to have
you travel with us as nurse or companion,
or secretary to Mr.. Crawford.
''To save you the trouble of planning an
escape might as we'll tell you that have
paid private detective to watch you, and
that am determined to have your assist
ance So good night, dear. Get as much
rest as you can, for it's long, weary run
from here to Frisco"
Banker Hartman's house in Stuyvesant
square was as gay as a palace for corona
branches of the trees flooded the scene be-
low with soft light, and wove delicate
tapestry of skeleton leaves and graceful
branches over pavement, street and wall.
From curbstone to doorstep stretched car
pet and canopy, one hung with little cham
Der lanterns, from the jewels of which the
light streamed in soft splendor, and the
other hedced with date and fan palms
The alcove off the music room had been
turned into nuptial bower an umbrel-
la of white buds rooted the inelosure, the
walls were tapestried with pink roses, and
just within the floral gates stood prize
dieu of carved ivory and golden satin,
where Henry Henshall would kneel with
his bride to receive the nuptial benediction-
Up in one of the sumptuously appointed
guest chambers sat the painter in the at
titude of penitent, desolate rs light
house, for he had locked the door and given
orders not to be disturbed. The marriage
was set for Z o'clock, and the neighborheod
abounded in belfry clocks. He had his
gloves on and the ring in his pocket and he
was listening for the knen.
"Confound it, any way. Why should
care?" he muttered, rising abruptly and
beginning to pace the floor. Its ths
woman in me- Men marry nurses and
l week, and can name at least five fellows
in the club who have married for mere
: social position. This thing of love is an
l involuntary sort of q sensation, any way,
and as for swearing to keep it up, it's all
balderdash; for fellow can no more hate
all his life than he can love. Pm in love
!, With that small, brown eyed musician, yet
I wouldn't marry her If / could; but
mean to find her and know her and use her
as an ideal, if l have to sell my immortal
soul.
Lena is a good, wholesome girl, ample
\ in everything but imagination, amiable
= and lenient, and she loges me, poor child,
with her whole soul. All, well. the least
can do is to treat her decently. And l wish
to gracious this ordeal was over with.
''My idea in hurrying the thing was to
Il escape the gaping mob, and the servant at
y the door told me he had counted one hun
dred and twenty. l never could understand
the whins of woman and her aversion to
quiet weddings.
"And then the nonsense of paying tribute
to her intuitionI I'll swear that haven I
made love to her, and l know for certain
ty that / haven't kissed her three times.
She thinks she loves, and she thinks she
has heart and she thinks she thinks
which is equivalent to the demonstration
of an absurdity."
e. Lena Hartman, buxom, blonde and
I warm blooded, belonged 10 that vast army
$, of women that thrives best on neglect. She
20 loved Henry Henshall because she feared
III him.
II He had called her silly when she at
tempted to be playful, made fun of hel
M theories, and referred to her as dull, mar
tistic and shallow pated.
le He leased her numerically, but what
~ hurt her was the Indifference he showed
d when she pouted expecting to be coaxed
-, Coaxing was not in the painters tactics
He could have soothed her with hanC
clasp if he had cared to do so, but he didn't
le and by ignoring her moods he deified him
iI self to a ''whistle-and-rll- come-to-you'
u state of Importance.
TX inadvertently Henry was training hi
wife for future success. Women are g.
st. easily spoiled IS children, and once in
he dulged they twine man about then
a. fingers or play doormat with him, as thu
he L.-Eor suiis-
ny It's the stinting of grain and grass tina
Is gives the thoroughbred beautv and go
III and just in proportion TO the cnecsing ant
Ae stinting of his affection will man holr
'u and enslave the woman who is in love witt
him. The velvet glove is very soothing T.
ea the touch, but woman wants to know
''1 that there's an iron grip under it,
Tonry Henshall counted the belfr
,es and waited for the resoundin
ne .5res to die away before unlocking til
door
yh IN the hall on his vav to the brida