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

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herself as tidy as she could. Then she stepped
outside the station into the deserted street,
and, finding a space between the houses,
watched the sun rise over the waking world
1t was her last sunrise, she remembered.
She came back filed with such thoughts as
might well strike the heart of woman about
to do the thing she had decreed- The rcfrusbi
ment bar was now open, and she went to in
and bought a cup of coffee and some bread
and butter. Then she took her ticket, not 70.
Bryngelly or to Coed, but to the station ont
this side of Bryngelly and three miles from it.
She would run less risk Of being noticed
there. The train was shunted up; she tooE
her seat in it. Just as it was starting, an
early newspaper boy came along, yawning.
Beatrice bought copy of The Standard out
of the one and threepence that was left of
her money, and opened it at the sheet con-,
tsining the leading articles. The first one bel
gan: The most powerful, closely reasoned
and eloquent speech made last night by Mr.
Bingham, the member for Pillhau, will. we
feel certain, produce as great an effect on thei
country as it did in the house Of commons
We welcome it, not only on account of its
value as a contribution 20 the polemics Of the
Irish question, but as positive proof of what
has already been suspected, that the Unionisti
party has in Mr.. Bingham young statesman
Of a very high order indeed, and one whom
remarkable and rapid success at the bar has
not hampered, as is too often the case, in the
larger and less technical field OF politics"
And so on. Beatrice put the paper down
with smile CT triumph Geoffreys success
was splendid and unquestioned. Nothing
could stop him now. During all the long
journey she pleased her imagination by con-
juring up picture after picture of that great
future of his, in which she would have no
share. And yet he would not forget her; She
was sure of this. Her shadow would go with
linn from year to year, even to the end, and
at times he might think how proud she would
have been could she be present to record bis
triumphs. Alas! she did not remember that
when all is lost which can make life beautI
ful. when the sun has set and the spirit gone
out of the day, the poor garish lights Of our
little victories can but i'll atone for the glories
that have been. Happiness and content ara
frail plants which can only flourish uEder
fair conditions. They win not thrive beneath
the gloom and shadow Of pail, and when
the heart is dead no Jriumphs however splen-
did, and no reward, however great, can com
pensate for the utter and irredcemable loss.
She never guessed, poor girl, that time upon
time, In the long years TO be, Godfrey would
gladly have laid his honors down in payment
for one month of her dear and unforgotten
presence She was too unselish; she did not
think that a man could thus prize a woman's
love, and took it for an axiom that to succeed
in life was his one real object-a thing to
which SO divine gift as she had given Geoff-
rey is as nothing. 1t was before this jugger-
naut of her lovers career that Beatrice would
cast down her life, little knowing that there
by she must turn tho success, which he al
ready held so cheap, to bitterness and ashes
At Chester Beatrice got out of the train and
posted her letter to Godfrey. She would not
do so before, because it might have reached
him too soon-before all was finishedI Now
it would be delivered to him in the house
after everything had been accomplished in its
order. She looked at the letter; it was, she
thought, the last token that could ever pass
between them on this earth. Once she pressed
1T TO her heart-once she touched it with her
lips, and then put it from her beyond recall.
1t was donel there was no going back now.
And even as she stood the postman came up,
whistling, and, opening the box, carelessly
swept its contents into his canvas bag. Could
have known what lay among them he would
have whistled no more that day.
She continued her journey, and by 3 o'clock
arrived safely at the little station next to-
Bryngeily. There was fair at Coed that
day, and many people of the peasant class got
in here. Amid the confusion she gave up her
ticket to q small boy, who was looking the
other way at the time, aud escaped without
being noticed by soul. Indeed, things so
happened that nobody in the neighborhood OF
Bryngelly ever knew that Beatrice-had been
to London and back upon those dreadful days.
Beatrice walked along the cliff, and in an
hour was at the door of the vicarage, from
which she seemed to have been away for
years. she unlocked it and entered In the
letter box was post card from her father
stating that he and Elizabeth had changed
their plans, and would not be back till tbs :.
train which arrived at half past 8 on the fol- :
lowing morning. So much the better, shs
thought Then she disarranged the clothes
upon her bed, 10 make it seem as though il
had been slept in, lighted the kitchen fire
and put the kettle on to boil, and as soon as ID
was ready she took some food. She wanted
without food.
Shortly after this the girl Betty returned,
and went about her duties in the house quite
unconscious that Beatrice had been away
from it for the whole night. Her sister was
much better, she said, in answer to Beatrice's
inquiries.
When she had eaten what she could-it was
not much-Beatrice went to her room, UNI
dressed herself, bathed and put on clean,
fresh things. Then she unbound her lovely
hair, and did it I'D in acoronet upon her head.
1t was q fashion that she did not often ADOPT.
because it took too much time, but on this
day, of all days, she lad a strange fancy to
look her best. Also, her hair had been dons
like this on the afternoon when Godfrey first
met her. Next she once more put on the
gray dress which she had worn on her Jour-
ney to London, and taking the silver Roman
ring that Godfrey had given her from tbs
string by which she wore it about her neck.
placed it On the third finger of her left hand.
Ali this being done, Beatrice visited the
kitchen and ordered the supper She went
further in her innocent cunning Betty asked
her what she would like for breakfast, and
she told her to cook some bacon, and to be
careful how she cut it, as she did not like
thick bacon. Then, after one long, last look
at the vicarage, she started for the lodging of
the head teacher of the school, and, having
found her, inquired as to the days work.
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