The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1892-07-03

handsomely in my Christmas boxes.
walked through the drawing room into the
Doudoir, where ] was privileged to enter.
She would come there, / knew. A copy of
the Slosher was lying on the table-cut, too,
/ noticed. / wondered if she had read my
article on ''Romola.'' II was careful,
well considered thing, l thought. She
used often to say she could tell my hand at
once. Poor Kate
1 saw, the moment she entered, that
something was amiss. Women can hide
everything but tears-teil-tale tears. re-
member hearing an American girl say she
envied baby its power OF crying for an
hour or two and turning up fresh at the
end of the bout. From a feminine point Of
view the accomplishment is undoubtedly
worth acquiring. We tried to talk, but it
was failure. dare say l was nervous,
| but then so was Kate. She was quite dis
traite, and not in the least her own bright
self. Instead of our usual frank, open con-
versation, it was the weather and Disraelps
last good thing. l was determined TO break
through her reserve. My eye caught the
Sldsher lying open by her side.
well, Mrs. Winterton, you have been
reading the Sldsher, l see!r
| She darted keen look at me, and with
something Of her old fire, but with a trace
of bitterness In the laugh that accompanied
her answer, she replied, "Oh yes, l have
read the Siasder.n
.Diu you look at sRomoia'l"
'''No, only read enc thing, short notice
of some poems or something she said
taking up the paper and looking at it care
lessly.
rose and seated myself on chair
slightly behind her.
Il can show it your | said; "Sighs from
my Heart"
Ibid you write that reviewl' she said
half rising and bending forward to rake
up the fire.
l could not see her face, OF might have
been tempted to tell q lie.
Yes, wrote it" said. "Its smart;
don't you think SOL"
ut is smart,'' she replied, after pause,
as though she was reading it over again
every smart"
'.I'll lend you the book to look at" I con-
tinued. s'It's the greatest trash you ever
read. Awful rubbish
THANK you,n she answered coIdly, still
reading the paper, with her face turned
from me.
'Such irresistibly comic stuff, that ITO
my Hero" couldn't help quoting the re-
His locks arc gold,
His looks are bold,
| My Hero
Ha haf'
MY lhuSul6E StOppeu alfuOSt ID us OlILn.
/ was looking over her shoulder on to the
paper, when full round tear fell with a
''bIob'' as we used to say in the nursery,
on to the page in front Of her. That ''blob''
went straight to my heart. | caught her
hand in mine. / may have gone on my
knees, don't know what did.
sMrs. Winterton Katem l cried.
sWhat is liz What IS the matterl Tell me
I can't bear to see you unhappy. How can
/ serve you! | came here to-day to tell
you-yes, indeed, to tell you that love
you
She tore her hand away from mine and
was speaking to me from the other side OF
tho room. was nalf kneeling by her chair,
think, and rose slowly as sns spoke.
'You love mel You'll Why, ycu wrote
thatp she cried Indignantly. pointing to
the wretched review.
looked at her in surprise. Then It be-
gan to dawn on me as gnzed at her dear
little figure quivering with indignation.
| why, you-do you mean-t0 say"
stammered out, "that-you-are'