The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-07-20

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Them, no words came from her lips. Oh, wha,
should she do? Where should she hide her.
self and her grief?
| a few yards from the path grew stunted
tree with stone at its root. Thither Beat
rice staggered and sa1if upon the stone while
still the solid earth spun round and round.
| Presently her mind cleared little. and q
keener pang of pain shot through her soul.
She had been stunned at first, now she felt.
Perhaps it was not truei perhaps Elizabeth
] had been mistaken or had only said it to tor
ment her. She rose. She flung herself upon
her knees, there by the stone end prayed
this first time for many years-she prayed
with all her soul. "Oh, God, if thou art.
spare him his life and me this agony.n In
her dreadful pangs of grief her faith was thus
reborn, and, as all human beings must in
their hour of mortal agony, Beatrice realized
her dependence On the unseen. She rose, and
weak with emotion sank back on to the stone.
The people were streaming past her now.
talking excitedly. Somebody came I'D to
I her and stood over her.
| Oh, heaven, it was Godfrey.
us it yous" she gasped. Elizabeth said
that you were murdered"
mo, no. 1t was not me; it is that poor
fellow, johnson, the auctioneer Jones shot
him. was standing next him. suppose
your sister thought that fell. He was not
unlike me, poor fellow"
Beatrice looked at him, went red. went
white, then burst into food of tears.
A strange pang seized upon his heart. 1t
thrilled through him, shaking him to the
core. why was this woman SO deeply moved
Could it be? Nonsense; he stifled the thourht
| before it was born.
Don't cry," Godfrey said; 1.-THE people
will see you, Beatrice" for the first time he
called her by her Christian name); "pray do
not cry. 1t distresses me. You are unset.
and no wonder. That fellow. Beecham
Bones, ought to be hung, and l told him SO,
1t is his work, though he never meant it to
go SO far. He's frightened enough now. can
tell you"
Beatrice controlled herself with an effort
What has happened" he said, II will tell
you as we walk along. No, don't go up to
the farm. He is not a pleasant sight, poor
fellow. When got up there Beecham Bones
was spouting away to the mob, his long hair
flying about his back, exciting them TO re-
sist laws made by brutal, thieving landlords,
and all that kind of gibberish; telling them
that they would be supported by q great
party In parliament, etc. The people, how
ever, took it all good naturally enough. They
had beautiful effigy OF your father swing
ing on pole, with placard on his breast.
on which was written, The robber of the
widow and the orphan and they were sing
ing Welsh songs. Only I saw Jones. who
was more than half drunk, cursing and
swearing in Welsh and English. When the
auctioneer began to sell Jones went into the
house and Bones went with him. After
enough had been sold to pay the debt, and
while the mob was still laughing and shout
ing, suddenly the back door of the house
opened and out rushed Jones, now quite
drunk, gun in his hand, and Bones hanging
on to his coat tails. was talking to the
auctloneer at the moment, and my belief is
that the brute thought I was johnson. At
any rate, before anything could be done. he
lifted the gun and fired at me, as l think.
The charge, however, passed my head and
hit poor johnson full in the face, killing him
dead. That is all the story"
"And quite enough, too" said Beatrice.
with a shudder. "What times we live inl /
feel quite sick"
Supper that night was very melancholy
affair. Old Mr.. Granger was altogether
thrown off his balance, and even Elizabeth,s
iron nerves were shaken
ut could not be worse, it could not be
worse" moaned the old man, rising from the
table and walking up and down the room.
Nonsense, father" said Elizabeth, the
practical. "He might have been shot before
be had sold the hay, and then you would not
have got your 1.-THE"
Godfrey could not help smiling at this way
OF looking at things, from which, however,
Mr.. Granger seemed to draw little comfort.
From constantly thinking about it and the
daily pressure of necessity money had come
to be more to the old man than ANYTHING else
in the world
Hardly was the meal done when three re-
porters arrived, and took down Geoffrey,s
statement of what had occurred for publica-
ton In various papers, while Beatrice went
away to See about packing EfIies things.
They were to start by train leaving for
London at $50 Oh the following morning.
When Beatrice came back it was 1890 and
In his irritation of mind Mr. Granger in
sisted upon everybody going to bed. Eliza
beth shook hands with Godfrey, congratu-
lating him Oh his escape as she did so, and
went at once; but Beatrice fingered little.
At last she came forward and held out her
hand.
Good night, Mr.. Bingham" she said.
Good night. hope that this is not good
by also" he added, with some anxiety.
'Of course not" broke in Mr. Granger.
Beatrice will go and see you off. can't, I
have to go and meet the coroner about the
inquest, and Elizabeth is always busy in the
house. Luckily they won't want you; there
were so many witnesses"
''Then it is only good night, said Beatrice.