New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-11-19
eWbv don't YOU go on?" she asked.

words are thrown away. lou h"O'
Browning says:
Though prayed you.
Brayed you in mortar
For you could not. Sweet.
AMI also occurs to me that you may nave JUS.
as good a right to think as you 90 as
have TO think as do. Only" Here Moore
abruptly rose to his feet. A deep red nush
mounted to his forehead as he exclaimed: i
wish TO God that we did not differ about
vital moral point"
salome leaned her head back against the
tree trunk Her eyes were fixed on her nus
bands face
Moore felt helplessly that he could tear out
his tongue for having spoken npatentiy 10
any one who could look at him ike lhal.
"Oh. | can't help it. l can't help it, eX-
claimed Salome She clasped her hands as
she added: But perhaps shall be able to act
as Won want me to. though can't be what you
want me to be-"
What could Moore do but throw himselI down
at his wife's side and try to comfort her? lie
made a resolve that he would never again at
tempt to make her other than she was-sihce
the effort. besides being entirely useless was
fraught with such pain for them BOTH
Afterward thinking of the matter more CAM
ly by himself. he extracted great zeal vi
comfort from the thought that Salome was
really different in her outward regard for truth.
Now, as the two sat there figure turned IN
at the open bars at the bottom OF the pasture.
Salome saw it first but she was not far-slgh'eu'
she could only see that it was human hgure'
Moore, however, sprang up. His glance ne
was sure. could not be mistaken in the car
riage of the stranger.
ITS Miss Nunaly" he said. I'm going 10
run away OF course it's you she has come TO
cbo here
And Moore strobe off into the young lakewood
that grew on the other side of the hi
Salome watched Porta az she slowly came up
tho slone She dreaded the meeting. She won
dered what freak had sent the girl here she
had lost all track Of Mrs. Darrah and her niece
srce she had come to her old home. and she
vas clad of It, She wished that she might
rever see them again. And yet she knew that
she could still feel that personal charm when De-
longed to Miss Nunaly in so marked degree
When she was still good many rods away
portia threw back her parasol and looked up
the hill She saw Salome. who was now stand
ING and who waved her hand in response 10 the
same gesture.
In q few moments the two women had greeted
each other. and We're sitting on the pine needles
Portia took off her hat and ran her fingers
through her hair.
81 wanted to see you alone" remarked the
newcomer land when your mother SAID that
should probably find you and Mr. Moore uhder
this pine tree. l quite reckcned upon his going
away. as he has kindly done Don't excuse him
should have asked him 10 60 II he hadn aireau!
gone"
Having spoken thus Portia relapsed into
silence that she appeared TO have no intention OF
breaking.
Salone wondered If she had come merely To
sit beside her and say nothing. she looked at
her closely She thought her companion looked
old and depressed. There seemed no'hhg NJ
all of Ter usual brilliant. challenging air 'ha'
was so stimulating to any one who was with
her. There was an inertress in her attitude.
in the hands, that was not merely fatigue. IT
was not until long time had passed That For
tia said:
at is very beautiful here. But it's great
mistake to be made that one is obliged to
| feel beauty. I'm looking forward to ola age
when / shall feel anything.
| She turned toward Salcme.
"Iror all that has happened. or can happen. IL
will always be lovely to be with you. Salome'
1t isn't your goodness, you know. It's your
self"
salome returned the gaze fixed upon her.
She asked in whisper:
| What is the natter
ooh nothing much" was the answer. "Only
| I'm engaged
Salome involuntarly drew bacK
"To that man." she exclaimed
"Yes" the other replied. II thought that II
ever wanted to be dssected alive he would
be delighted to do it. and that no one couid 90
it more skilfuy He never bungles about any
thing. / should hate bungler."
But do you love him.
"Vhat an old-fashioned question. You are
| so ridiculous, Salome No. don't love him.
| don't want TO- either. Think Of what woman
| must suffer who should love Cyrus Jennings
| He is absolutely respectable l don't think ne
ever did n wrong thing in his life. lie Is al
ways correct. You know his reputation IN his
| profession. He has quite property; MS IN
| como is very large lie is able. brilliant He
| IS like steel bade-no, not Steel Tor one
might strike a spark from stecl-a blade Of ice
sharp and cold. He hasn't any emotions 10 de-
nlete him. He ought to live forever. think
he will. But, thank heaven! shall not I'VE
forever. and believe in marrying for money
| ,,orticularlv If YOU can respect your husband;
| and II I can't respect mine it will be my own
fault"
Porta had spoken all TINS WIN her Pecu''a'
deliberateness of utterance.
Now she turned toward Salome She placed
her hand. which, in spite Of the heat was cold'
upon Salome's arm.
Perhaps it was strange" she said. now speak
ing unsteady, "but wanted to see you'll felt
as If | must see you before-before 1t hap
pened. And | don't think we shall ever meet
again. Dr. Jennings Is going to London. lie Is
already known there and most iiattering offer
has been made to him.
She finished the last sentence quite firmly.
Salome put her arm about her companions
shoulders.
ooh, don't do it, she cried.
Yves, / shall do It," was the hard reply.
"But l wanted to see you once more and her
voice trembled again. This Is the last time
mean to have any kind Of feeling-the very