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

Wnen Godfrey woke on the next morning,
after a little reflection. he came to the de-
cision that he had experienced a very curious
and moving dream, consequent on the ezcit-
Ing events of the previous day, or on the pain
of his impending departure. Flo rose. packed
his bag-everything else was ready-and
went in to breakfast Beatrice did not APP
pear till it was half over She looked very
pale, and said that she had been packing
Efies things. Godfrey noticed that she
barely touched his fingers when he rose to
shake hands with her, and that she studi-
ously avoided his glance Then he began to
wonder if she also had strangely dreamed.
Next came sss hustle of departure. Fife
was dispatched ia, the fly with the luggage
and Betty, the fat Welsh servant, to look
after her. Beatrice and Godfrey were to
walk to the station.
thine for you to be going, Mr. Bingham"
said Mr.. Granger. There, good-by, good
by! God bless you! Never had such charm
ing dodgers before. Hope you will come
back again, Pm sure. BY the way, they are
certain to summon you as a witness at the
trial of that villain, Jones'"
''Good-by, Mr.. Granger" Godfrey an
swered; ''you must come and see NE in town
A change viii do you good"
swell, perhaps may. l have not had
change for twenty five years Never could
afford it. Aren't you going to say good-by
to Elizabeths'
"Good-by, Miss Granger" said Godfrey
politely. MANY thanks for all your kind
ness. hope we shall meet again"
"Do your answered Elizabeth; $50 do l.
am sure that we shall meet again, and l am
sure that shall be glad to see you when we
do, Mr.. Bingham" she added darkly.
In another minute ne had left the vicar
age and, with Beatrice at his side, was walk
ing smartly toward the station.
"This is very melancholy" he said, after a
few moments silence
Going away generally is, she answered.
''either for those who go or those who stay
behind" she added
"Or for both,n he said
Then came another pause; he broke it.
"Miss Beatrice, may write to yous"
Certainly, if you like"
sand will you answer my letters7'
Eyes, will answer them"
"If had my way, then, you should spend
good deal of your time in writing" he said.
"You don't know, he added earnestly, .swhat
q delight it has been to me to learn to know
you. 1 have had no greater pleasure in my
life."
81 am glad" Beatrice answered shortly.
"By the way" Godfrey said presently,
"there is something want TO ask you. You
ere as good as a reference book for quota
tions, you know. Some lines have been
haunting me for the last twelve hours, and
cannot remember where they come from"
"What are they?" she asked, looking UP,
and Godfrey saw, or thought he saw,
strange fear shining in her eyes,
"Here are four of them,n ne answered
unconcernedly; 1--WE have no time for long
quotations:
'sThat shall be tomorrow,
Not tonight;
must bury sorrow
Out of sight"
Reatrine haarS-hnard tho very lines which
had been upon her lips in the wild midnight
that had gone. Her heart seemed to stop;
she became white as the dead, stumbled and
nearly fell. With supreme effort she recov-
cred herself.
Il think that you must know the lines, Mr..
Bingham she said in low voice. ''They
come from poem Of Browning's called "a
Woman's Last Word" +.
Godfrey made no answer What was he to
say9 For while they walked on in silence.
They were getting close to the station now.
Separation, perhaps forever, was very near
An overmastering desire to know the truth
took hold of him
Miss Beatrice" he said again, 'you look
pale. Did you sleep well last nightan
'sNo, Mr.. Bingham"
''Did you have curious dreams!"
eyes, did, she answered, looking straight
before her.
He turned a shade paler Then it was truel
Beatrice he said in half whisper, "what
do they mean-what can they meang"
Gas much as anything else, or as little"
she answered.
"What are people to do who dream such
dreansY he said again in the same con-
strained voice.
Forget them" she whispered
Sand if they come backs'
"Forget them again"
''And if they will not be forgottena"
She turned and looked him full in the eyes.
''Die Of them," she said; ''then they will be
forgotten, orr
Cor what, Beatriceg'
Here is the station, said Beatrice, "and
Betty is quarreling with the fyman.'
Five minutes more and Godfrey was gone
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