New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-11-12

liver il in excellent working order?
cit isn't my liver it's my moral nature she
answered with such undoubted seriousness that
Moore directly became serious himself. But he
did not speak.
I'm afraid my moral nature has been
great trial to you" she said.
ut is YOU who say that he answered.
"But / care about you she continued. land
You care for truth dear Randolph here
salome paused, and her lips were a tfiile I'M
steady.
Moore took one Of her hands and held 1t
closely. But he said nothing
She began again
81 want to tell you that Tn not so stupid but
that I've known and felt in these months with
YOU that your life is really sweet and upright
You always turn toward the upright course
You are not preachy about II. and You don't
pose for it. Mr.. Dunn was telling me the other
day about what he called the w. and NJ. deal
perhaps you'll tell me what deal is some time
that was before you had that money from
your uncle you know. He said that if YOU had
told just little lie then you would have Melted
fen thousand dollars at least lie said he
should have told the fb: but you never even
thought of considering whether you should or
not lie said you the right stuff, but that
Won didn't pretend That's it. Randolph; you
don't pretend. That's one Of your charms
Now I should have told that lie. l shouldn't
have thought much about It; or If | had, |
shouldn't have thought it would hurt any
body"
Salore ceased speaking. After while Moore,
who had been closely holding the hand he had
taken, asked in low voice.
as that ALP
"No: or at least it's nearly all. The thing l
set out to tell you is that can't live with you
and not feel your life l think that's what l
mean. You are so much better than l am.
YOU
"Salome"
Don't interrupt me. You as warm
hearted as possible, but you don't just ioi-
low your heart as L do. I've noticed that'
Is that because you're man? You needh
smile at me. What | meant really TO tell
YOU when | began is that | haven't prevafl-
Gated. not the least little bit. for more than ten
DAYS I've been watching myself. There are
ever so many SIN all ways in which it's so easy
| not to tell quite the truth. don't you know? !
don't mean what you r,ight call society false
hoods now. But / notice people do lie good
| DEAL when you come really to think about it,
There was such a naive flavor in this last re-
mark that Moore could not help smiling. though
\
had never imagined any frank as Salone
could bean entirely unconscious franKncss.
| .You mean" he said, with slight hesitation,
that you are beginning TO see the beauty OF
| TRUTH"
mo: don't mean that at all
| Moores expressive face changed and clouded
| in spite of his effort TO prevent it.
| She withdrew her hand. She leaned back In
| her chair gazing down a him. Her eyes were
| full of lioht She seemed to make her glance
| penetrate TO her husbands soul. There was
something in her face that made the man more
intensely conscious Of her love than he had ever
! been.
81 mean" she said at last that think
have found out that love you well enough to
be truthful just because you want me to be-
That isn't much TO do for you. is it?'
| "Oh. Salome.'
Moore's voice was hardly audible, but his wife
| heard it,
The intent look between the two was much
! more than caress. 1t was Moore who spoke
| now.
"And By and by you will come to love truth
| for its own sake.
| II don't know: I can't tell about that. sup
| pose women are much too personal. aren't they.
| Randolph? ! know very well that it is principle
| one ought to consider But | can't do that; not
| even for you. Now there is my mother'--
| There's a woman who considers principle
| interrupted Moore.
Yes / was going to say that. well as love
her il was not enough TO make me feel TINS
way ! wonder if God is pleased with such
love as give you. DO you think lie is? Do
| YOU think lie blames me? Only He can really
know the strength Of it. VIII it tire YOU, as uinc
| goes on. to be loved so much?
| # was few weeks after this evening that a
| messenger boy came with a note from Mrs.
| Darrab. who was still at the Nendome. The
note stated that the writer Of it was nearly
| horad TO death and would Mrs. Moore take pity
on her?
Salome hesitated She did not much like to be
| in Mrs. Darrahs presence. Too many un-
| nleosant memories were evoked And when she
| was with this lady she was liable to meet Por
| tia Nunaly
| The latter had adopted the best possible
| manner toward Salone-the ignoring Of the past
| Though Salome hesitated, after while she
started out to walk across the Common It
was now April and one Of the mild days Of that
month. The returning warmth did not fail t.
bring 10Y with it, She sauntered slowly. stop
ping upon any pretext. She paused to watch
two sparrows fighting.
Raising her eyes az the combatants parted
and few away her glance encountered that of
o man who was leaning against tree with an
open newspaper in his hand.
He was a man past middle life. with thin,
keen. cold face. 1t was plain that he had been
watching her as she had been watching the
sparrows.
| lie gravely raised his hat.
In the first instant Of confusion Saome dd
| II; i'm, nilph & No
she knew the face well. Then the khowiedge
| flashed upon her. 1t was Dr. Jennings.
Her impulse was to hurry on, but she did not
| o,,ite like to do that as the gentleman Seemed
inclined to come forward and speak to her
He did come forward Immediately and quickly
but still somehow with an appearance OF lels
ure
"You look as If you were enjoying this lovely
| .ail IliL.l The