The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-07-27

father must at all hazards be prevented from
seeking assistance from Owen Davies And
yet the money must be had from somewhere
or they would be ruined
All, she had it-Geofrey Bingham should
lend the money! He could well afford Il
now, and she shrewdly guessed that he would
not grudge tho coat off his back if he thought
that by giving it he might directly or in
directly help Beatrice. Her father must I'd
up to town to see him, she would have nj
letter writing; one never knews how lettet
may be read lie must see Mr.. Bingham,
and il possible bring him down to BryngeIlyi
In moment every detail Of tho plot becanf
clear to Elizabeths mind, and then shl
spoke.
'You must not so to Mr. Davies, father.t
she said; The is q hard man and would onI
refuse and put you in q false position; you
must go to Mr.. Bingham. Listen; he is rich
now, and he is very fond of you and Of
Beatrice. He will lend you hundred pounds
at once. You must 60 to London by ths
early train tomorrow, and drive straight ID
his chambers and see him 1t will cost twd
pounds to get there and back, but that can,
not be helped; it is safer than writing, and 1
am sure that you will not go for nothing.
And see here, father, bring Mr.. Bingham
back with you for q few days If you can ID
will be little return for his kindness, and 8
know that he is not well. Beatrice had q
letter from him in which he said that he was
so overworked that no thought he must taks
q little rest soon. Bring him back for Whit
sunday"
Mr.. Granger hesitated, denurred and
finally yielded. The weak, querulous old
ole
cares, and quite unsupported by mental re|
sources, was but tool in Elizabeth's ahla
hands. He did not, indeed, feel auy humilia4
ton at the idea Of trying 10 borrow the cash,
for his nature was not finely strung, and
money troubles had made him callous to this
verge of unscrupulousuess; but he did MOI
Ike the idea Of journey to London, where
ne had not been for more than twenty years,
and the expenditure that it entailed. Still
he acted as Elizabeth babe him, even to keep
ing the expedition secret from Beatrice
Beatrice, as her sister explained TO him, was
proud as Lucifer and might raise objections
If she knew that he was going to London to
borrow money Of Mr.. Bingham This, in
deed, she would certainly have done.
On the following afternoo1-it was tbs
Friday before Whitsunday, and tie last day
of tho Easter sitting-Geoffrey sat in his
chambers, in the worse possible spirits, thor
oughly stale and worn out with work. There
was consultation going on, ard his client, a.
pig headed Norfolk farmer, who was bent
1Don proceeding TO trial with some e1traorJ
difary actio2 for trespass against his own
landlord, was present with his solicitor.
3eofrey, in q few short, clear words, had ex-,
oIofr1 ~. =
strongly advised him to settle, for the CLIENT
rad irasted on seeing him, refusing to be putri
oR with written opinion. But the farmerI
was not satisfied, and the solicitor was nowi
to let the pure light of law into
.he darkness Of his injured soul
Godfrey threw himself back in his chair,
pushed the dark hair from his brow and pref
tended to listen. But in minute his mind
vas far away. Heavens, how tired he WASH
Wei, there would be rest for few days-til
tuesday, when he had q matter that must be,
attended to-the house had risen and so had
he courts. What should lie do with himselff
donoria wished to go and stay with her
brother, Lord Garsington, and, for a wonder,
70 take EfIie with her. He did not like it. but
ne supposed that he should have to consent.
One thing was, nc would not 60 He could,
cot endure Garsirgton, Dunstan and all their
YET. Should he run down to Bryngellys The
,eEptation was very great; that would be
happiness indeed but his common sense ore
'ailed against it. No, it was better that he,
hould not so there He would leave Bryn-
ELY alone. If Beatrice wished him to come
he would have said So and she had never
ven limited ct such thing, and if she had he,
I'D not think that he would have gone. But
10 lacked the heart to go anywhere else. He
would stop in town, rest, and read novel,
or Godfrey, when he found time, was not
Lbove this frivolous occupation Possibly,
mder certain circumstances, he might even
AVE been capable of writing one. At that
his clerk entered and handed him
lip Of paper with something written on it (
lie opened it idly ard read:
''Rev. Mr.. Granger 20 see you. Told him,
-ou were engaged, but he said he would
yait.n
Godfrey started violently. so violently that
10Th the solicitor and the obstinate farmer
ooked up.
Tell the gentleman / will see him in q
minute lie said to the retreatinS clerk, and
hen, addressing the farmer, ''Wen, sir,
ave said all that have to say. 1 cannot
you wish to do SO, you must really direct
our solicitor to retain some other counsel,
S will not DO q party to what can only
nean waste of money. Good afternoon"
nd no rose
The farmer was conveyed out grumbling.
n another moment Mr. Granger entered
ressed in a somewhat threadbare suit OF
lack and his thin white hair hanging or
sual over his eyes. Godfrey glanced at him
Nth apprehension, and Us he did so noticed
hat he had aged greatly during the last
even months. Had he come to tell him some
i news of Beatrice-that she was i'll, or dead,
r going to be married.
How do you do, Mr. Granger?i he said, as
@ stretched out his hand, and controlling hiS
dice as well as he could. How are youa
his is q most unexpected pleasure
How do you do, Mr. Binghamr' answered
ne old man, while he seated himself nerv-
1sly in a chair, placing his hat with a trenn-
ling hand upon the floor beside him. Eyes,
lank you, am pretty well, not very grand
worn out with trouble as the sparks fly up
ard" he added, with a vague, automatic
collection of the scriptural quotation.
II hope that Miss Elizabeth and Be-that
our daughters ere well also" said Godfrey,
nable to restrain ais anxiety
eyes, yes, thank you, Mr. Bingham. Eliza
eth isn't very grand, either; complains of .
ain in her chest, little bilious, perhaps
le always is bilious in the spring"
"Aud Miss BeatriceT'
''Oh, think she's well-very quiet, you
now, end little pale perhaps; but she Ii
ways quiet-a strange woman, Beatrice,
II. Bingham, Il very strange woman, quite
eyond mel l do not understand her, and
on'5 try to. Not like other women at all;
likes no pleasure in things seemingly: Curl
Us, with her good looks-very curious. But
Ohodv understands