The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1893-07-30

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mind; then she answered "Yes," and
that night found them in his old seat at
the National. Then Ingram felt better.
On the way home he had fully deter
mined to tell her of his love, and he had
even gone so far as to plan just what he
would say, as we poor men are apt to do
in the innocence of our first love affairs.
What was his CONSERVATION, then, to
find that the conversation had drifted
around to the old subject of discussion
between them, before he could see to
what direction it had veered.
''Do you not really thiak," she said,
as they turned into the little gate and he
began to search for latch key, s'that it
is quite as absurd to say 1t makes q
woman smannish' to be independent, as
it would for us TO assert man is wolnanly
when he has TOTO sew a button on, for
instance?o
Ingram laughed at her evident en-
Darrassment in finishing the sentence.
''If man were to go into the button
sewing for business and were to imi-
tate, by dress and manner, the women
who make their livelihood by their
l. T,
Yes But did you ever know man to
sew button on for the mere amusement
of the thing, or just because he wanted to
be independent of his wife or sister? Isn't
it always case of dire necessity?'
sit may be, as far as sewing goes"
she said, laughing at his earnestness of
manner, "but there are other things
where necessity doesn't enter into the
question. Mr.. Clarke was telling me to-
day of mamie didn't say who-who
writes the fashion page in one of the big
daily papers in this very town. He
makes his living by other newspa-
per work, but simply to add little to
his income he entrenches on g depart
ment of work that some woman must
be much better fitted to do than he can
ever be. Her place being taken, she is
obliged to get what work she can, and
probably it is something that you would
call man's position. What is man S
position. pray? And what do you think
of one who would do such thing, Mr..
Ingram?''
Beneath contempt, Miss Lovelace, -
said Ingram, unblushingly, ''and if he
| were in the IaUestigotor's empioy-''
'sHe would be discharged tomorrow.
He didn't say lwhere he worked,
though she added as they entered the
hall. lin my opinion he should be
driven 1IOm bue Guy.
Undoubtedly, but 1 have circum-
stance which quite equals yours" said
he, turning up the low burning gas to
enable her to see to take her wraps off.
81 heard it just yesterday. Old Morely-
you don't know him, suppose-Was on
the Times for ten years as theatrical and
musical critic; he was one of the best
men they ever had, but he made only a
shabby genteel living, though he was
sober and as conscientious in his work as
you can imagine. The other day some
young woman came along and applied for
his place, and, OF course, the managing
editor was as potter's clay in her indie
| pendent fingers, and inside of ten min
! utes the faithful servant of many years.
standing was out of his position and the
young Woman-I didn't hear her name
| installed in it. Now candidly was that
right?''
9sDid she really do that-drive an old
| man out of work?f asked Miss Lovelace
! quickly, a troubled look coming into
her eye as she spoke.
| EXACTLY; noticed the old chap today
walking the streets, and l have never
seen him so tired and forlorn before.'
She was standing at the foot OF the
stairs, and as Ingram-who was quite q
handsome fellow-came forward to hel
| side, queer little feeling came into hel
heart and unconsciously she put hel
| hand over it.
81 should be very sorry to have ths
woman love do such thing as that -
he went on, lowering his voice and look.
ing into her eyes steadfastly, land would
yon blame me-Marian? / know she
would not either, because you would not
and marion, love youl''
.'Hush!'' she cried, slipping past hin
as he held out his arms to her. siYoy
must not speak to me like that. IL an
not worthy of it, indeed l am not. >
There were tears in her fine eyes as sh,
/ stood on the first step and looked down a
i him, and the slightest note of sob in hel
voice.
/ ''Why Marian, what do you mean
Not worthy of my love?'' he asked il
/ .iYes.-no-oh, can't you understand
am a wicked, hateful girl and you de
spise me-you said so-or at least vol
meant to say so-and I-You would move
/ forgive me. I-n She stopped, and tn
next minute had sank down upon thu
stairs with her back to him, and ha,
buried her head in her arms. But az sh
did so no heard the end OF her sentence
81 am a wicked womanl''
The shadow OF smile fitted across hi
i lips.
1 s'You?'' he said.
She nodded her head vigorously ant
began trembling search for daint,
handkerchief to stay the tears. III
looked down at his patent feathers an,
the careful crease in his trousers for a mo
ment and then back at her.
This is terrible, he said, coming
step closer and striving hard to suppress
the laugh in his voice, land it pains m
TO think how deceived l have been. Blu
still it will hardly change my love TO
you, dear, BECAUSE am the Fashion
Foibles' man!'
She raised ner head and looked indig
nantly at him through her tears. He
soft hair was ruffled trife, and the ligh
shone down upon it, making what seeme
to him perfect halo about perfect head
He saw there was something more thai
love or tears behind the light in her eyes
however, and he wondered what sh
thought.