The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-01-25
BE a @ IX
RANDOLP n
BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE.
CoPYwRIeHT BY AMERICAN PRESS ASSOCIATION.

He reached the park; there was stiIl
vivid greenness III the grass, though the
trees We're rich with the splendor of
autumn. He wandered along the curv-
ing paths, feeling no pleasure, but pain.
IL the quiet beauty thataurrounded him.
Keeping to the left, where there seemed
to be fewer saunterers like himself, he
found himself at Last near the extreme
northern limit. He assembled a little hill,
and on its summit, beneath the golden
shade Of a group of trees, there was a
space of leaf strewn turf on which he
flung himself down. The rumble of the
horse cars On the avenue came family to
his ears, and now and then the voices OF
laughter of people passing at distance;
the shadow Of passing clouds drifted
over him, and ever and anon a golden
leaf detached itself from bough above
his head and foated wavering earth
ward. But no one disturbed him, though
he lay there all the afternoon. sometimes
with his face buried on his arms, some
times supporting his head upon his hand
He wondered what she had been doing
since they parted. Had she been laugh
ing over his discontinue and planning
fresh enterprises? 1t was not possiblel
The sun went down and the shadows
of twilight rose. Bellingham looked
toward the east, and saw the disk of the
moon mount above the horizon, until the
whole round sphere swung aloft, orange
against the violet background. The
evening was mild and still, but the
1ethargy which had fallen upon Belling-
ham began to be dispelled; he became
restless and anxious. He could no
longer stay where he was; he descended
the little hill, crossed over to the avenue,
and still going northwestward came to
the bank of the Hudson. The bank was
high and steep; he clambered down it,
and found the remains of decayed
wooden pier jutting out into the water
Upon the end of this he sat down, and
the silent current swept and eddied past
his feet. The sound of clock striking
somewhere caught his ear. This was the
hour for herto arrive at the theatre. A
little while longer and she would be upon
the stage. Would she look toward his
seat, expecting 10 see him there? No, she
would never expect him again! Would
She miss him?
More than another hour passed away,
and Bellingham sat SO still that one
might have fancied he was asleep. But
he was not asleep-he was thinking, and
now his thoughts were becoming clearer
and more consecutive than they had
heretofore been. The moon had now
SCARED high aloft, and stood sllvery
bright above the sliding reaches of the
river.
All at once Bellingham sprang to his
feet. He pulled out his watch; there was
yet time. He began hurriedly to climb
the bank.
1t had been borne in upon him, he
knew not how, with a sudden, over
whelming conviction. that she was not
guilty, but pure and tsue: that the mys
terry was an innocent one, that all would
be well, if he could but see her and speak
to her. 1t was possible for him to reach
the theatre before she left it. but hi
must use diligence. He was somewhat
lIOAl1 4dSh vi IlohtIItnb
the day, but he ran on until he came tt
station Of the elevated railway. He en-
tered train and was off. His heart wa.
light and hopeful.
The train halted at station near the
rear of the theatre. As he got out HI
saw that the performance was over, and
the audience had dispersed. But sh,
would not have left yet No; there wa
her carriage waiting for her at the stage
door,
He ran down the iron staircase, but a!
he reached the bottom he stopped. Mile
Mariana came out of the stage door, lean
ing upon the arm of man-of Mr.. Ran
dolph. Mrs. Bemax followed, but en-
tered the carriage first. Randolph APP
peared to exchange few words with th
prima donna; then she turned and pu
her foot on the carriage step.
But, as if swayed by sudden and in
comfortable impulse, she turned again
and threw her arms about Randolph
neck and kissed him again and again
Bellingham saw this, and then he faced
about and mounted the iron stairs one
more, while a knocking voice in hi
heart seemed to ask, Are you Statistic,
now
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