The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-02-08

81 once, and she even fanCied that she
had anticipated the meeting a moment
before it occurred. And, first, great
wave of joy seemed to swell and MUIR
muir in her heart, and then she called to
mind all manner of unwelcome and
Gripping considerations, and drew her
self together in defensive attitude.
Physically she stopped, bres thing quick
ly, and removing one hand from her
muff to keep down her veil. She
thought he would perhaps not recognize
her. But man can recognize the
woman he loves by a glimpse of the
movement of her shoulder far off in a
crowd-nay, by the toss of the feather
in her hat The magic of love consists
mainly in its stimulating Us to use our
senses; and then we are surprised to dis
cover what marvellous capacity and
Reenness those senses hate. The heaven
ly intelligence of angels can only be the
result of the depth and ardor of their
power to love.
"Mademoiseue"- began, and stop
ped, for he had never called her by her
real name, and though he knew now
Aeit ~ W 90 ~ liz pcAoSi3NSi eA'oNSf<r-
sion with her in his mind. 81 was GO
ing to find you," he continued.
II was not lost. So you have returned,
MIR. Dillingham;
81 must speak to you, Miss Ran
dolphr
els it necessary on this corner? A
singer must be careful of her throat,
you know"
Take my arm. I'll get hack for
you"
Thank you; am doing very we'll"
She walked on and he walked beside
her. The facilities for conversation
were certainly not good, even had the
readiness been there He was six or
seven inches taller than she, and he was
obliged to stoop and speak loud In order
to insure her hearing him, while he was
in danger Of missing or misinterpreting
the muffed murmur of her replies. But
there was in Bellingham great deal of
constancy and concentration of purpose.
81 don't expect you to forgive me"
he said. "Only understand that 1 can
never forgive myself. Such a blunder
should have been impossible to man
who felt toward you as did. If had
been worth your caring for should not
have made it"
''It was natural; you could not have
done anything else; do not blame
you," said Beatrix through her veil
Geofrey did not wholly catch her words;
he understood her to say that such a
mistake was only to be expected Of him,
and his face fell. She perceived the
change in him, and faltered out, 81
mean that l do forgive you'll" But a
Fifth avenue stage, rafting by just then,
drowned this sentence altogether.
81 don't mean to persecute you," he
remarked, speaking in a monotonous
tone, as they walked onward side by side
al didn't return from Europe for that;
merely wanted you to know. l used to
think that, whatever happened, could
always think and act like man who
believed in goodness and-purity. But
l failed at the important moment, and
you may be right-it was only natural il
me. For long time-many years-be
fore met you had nothing to do with
women, and thought as little as possible
about them. You seemed to me- wher
! first saw you, everything that 1 mos
wanted, and, at the same time, every
thing that most disliked. 1t was thu
contradiction between what | felt yoI
were and what l thought you were
That began with our first evening anG
went on exaggerating itself until thu
end. That's my story, Miss Randolph
After all it's only long way of saying, 8
made mistake and beg your pardon.
Beatrix heard all this, and the NOR,
she heard the more tormented she fel
and the faster she tried to walk; but tn,
sidewalks were slippery, and at last il
crossing the street her foot slipped, ant
she would have fallen if Godfrey hat
not caught her arm. She stopped, press
ing her hands, which were clasped in
side her muff, against her heart, AM
glancing this way and that, like Dir
that knows not which way to Fly. Sh
was in Just such half frantic, hal
hopeless mood as often prompts wome
to acts which appear-and perhaps reall
are-insane. She knew that on the pass
ing moment depended probably the fai
ure or success, the happiness or misery
of her whole future life. She knew tina
everything was going topsy-turvy, al
surdly and gratuitously wrong. An
she felt paralyzed-wholly unable to ut
ter word to set every thing right.
word would have done it. What pre-
vented her? In part, perhaps, the yer
urgency of her desire. which tripped u
its performance.
But what appeared TO be the real oil
stacles were utterly trivial material acc
dents, such as being in the open street
being buffeted by the wind, being oil
structed by her veil, being unable to Sc
the expression of Belingham's face, b.
cause it was in shadow. The more de-
picably small the hindrances were, an
the more out of proportion with til
thing they were hindering, the les
could Beatrix prevail against them. S
it often seems to be in this world; it
not only that the mountain in labe
brings forth a mouse, but that a NOUS
prevents the bringing forth Of noun
ain.
Bellingham also was wretchedly awal
that he had ruined whatever little chanc
he may have had; that he had spoke
boldly and perfunctorily, with froze
tongue, although his heart was on fir
He could not help it; he could have die
for her on the spot, but he could not pl
into his voice or face as much life
would have kept gnat in motion.
was all over
"Will you stop this stage for m