The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1892-07-17

OF the lynch law, and the possibility of il
being used in this CASE The regular La
co uld do nothing, as there was no evidenc
az ainst the old man. The belief that tn
woman hac gone 20 her son had prevaile
until il was too late 10 find traces of tn
murder, If murder there bad been. Shoul
his neighbors choose TO gather at night AM
hang the suspected man it appeared quit
possible that they in their turn would no
be punished for the crime, as 1t would b.
hard 10 obtain evidence against anyone il
particular where all were implicated alike
and the strength OF the police force in To:
country at that time was not such as Il
grapple with the difficulty. This young
fellow, Gabriel Desbarrat, had been doinl
his utmost to excite the neignborhood u
taking the execution Of his step fathe
Into their own hands.
'And that's what they'll do,p exclaime,
Ernest warmly, land quite right too"
Nothing could be more barbarous anG
detestable," replied his father.
It's the only form OF justice that
available" said Ernest land nothing il
more barbarous and detestaDle than injus
ticen
Il am ashamed of YOU" said Mr.
Thorold. We had risen from the table
and, saying this, be conducted his wife
into the drawing room.
AT least care something for the well
fare OF the people about me" said the boy
sulkily, turning TO me. Father doesn'i
care whether they all live or die; anC
there's AnnaDeln-he lifted his hand and
pointed 10 the girl, who had not left the
room-"there's Annabel, she does nothing
but make fun of them all. If she saw q
man numbering his wife tomorrow, she
would stand and quiz him, just as sne has
been quizzipg you tonight
"Quizzing mel"
''E 4nest,n said Annabel gently.
He stopped suddenly in the explanation
might say of her, ii was quite clear that
she had more authority over him than any
body else. Holding up an admonishing
frger she went backwards out of the room
into square. oak-paneled entrance hall,
and we followed her. Doors and windows
were opened wide to the summer evening,
to the whisper of trees aud grasses, to the
breath OF dew falling on heated lawns, to
the last soft chirp of birds and the first
ray OF stars in the serene distance TIE
darkness was just beginning to gath er
in the foliage outside and among the
stags' horns that were heaped together in
the corners of the hall. Annaoel pre-
! ceded US, walking backwards. She was
such slight, gray thing, clad in her soft,
gray gown, her white face surmounted by
crown OF hair dusky as darkness itself,
her gray eyes looking at us with an ex-
preston half miscnievous, half pathetic,
that she seemed like the angel of twilight,
calm, lnscrutable.
II shall tell you exactly what / think
about IT." said Annabel, bringing down the
appraised finger or the palm of her other
hand in gentle, business-like way, as il
all doubt on the subject must be forever
removed by the explanation she was about
to make. One day some years ago Ernest
went out riding on a rather mischlevous
colt. When he did not come home at the
right time jumped to the conclusion that
he had been hurt. / went down the road
in great anxiety, and as | was going met
old Mrs. McCiill. Mrs. McGill was stout.
She wore CHINA Grape shawl and gold
spectacles. When told her my fears she
looBed at me very wisely and said, We'll,
my dear, your cousin may have met with
an accident, and after an impressive pause
she ADDED, and then again, he may not
Since then, whenever | am tempted to
form an opinion on a subject of which
am really ignorant, l think of Mrs. Nc
Gill;
Ernest gave the rug on the floor an an.
cry kick. TITS all very well to talk that
way" he said, but | lell you before sum-
Iner's out you'll see some changes in this
place. You'll see that wretch hanged and
Theresa and Gabriel settled on the farm >
And you" added mentally, may see
your favorite cousin preparing to leave
you Tor home of her own For at The
time, in spite of the fact that she had made
game of me, was completely under Z
spell.
"Oh no." said Annabel quietly, with al
equal, indifferent emphasis on each small
word
"And why not, oh, queenln said, fol-
the moment half deluded into te belief thai
she had answered my thought in answer
ing Ernests words
"Because-" said Annsbel.
" Because is woman's reason.n an
swered.
Annabel paused beside latticed window,
and as she answered she put up her small
soft fingers ard touched the glass as chile
would curiously feel an object II did no.
understand. Because" she said visit
fully, lin real life for the most part things
90 not happen in q striking manner; they
go on as they ars. We think we can fora
see changes because we take our ideas from
romances, but romances are like history,
they deal only with the war and alliances
OF life and leave out the long decades Of
peace and unobse1 we'd development. When
write novel | shall truly hold the mir
ror up TO natures face. IL shall be fun OF
ghosts which men create for themselves.
There shall be no murder, except that com
mon ore when man bateth his brother in
his heart; no will, for no one will have
anything worth beoueathing. The woman
shall not be beautiful, the man shall moi
marry her; and there shall be no beginning
to the tale and no enG for nothing that is
real ever begins or ends"
Il Go not know whist you meau,n ! said
for the moment failing 10 grasp hel
thought.
She was looking off beyond the dim hori
ION, where the tinted light, becemed il
earth's air was melting into the blank oil
the otner which is TO us Infinite space
1--WE are the result of Code past,n she
said. and we are going on into his eter-
nity''
There was an echo of weariness in her
tone; at that moment she must have been
very weary OF the monotony of her life.
Ernest had left US. My soul mutinied
against my reason and rose into my eyes
as spoke TO her. But there are wars
and alliances in real life: and the conven.
tional end of the tale, when peace is signed
and all is love and bliss, for the hour at
least, is on the whole the true one. for what
all men seek most men at some time real
lie, and our lives have climaxes though not
conclusions
She returned my glance with some carl
osity. thought, but she only gave the
slight shrug Of her shoulder so common
among the French. and with its inevitable
"sais pas" she went into the drawing
room.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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