New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-11-19

the hill as she had watched her come up
At the very bottom of the slope Portia turned
She made no gesture. She stood gazing Tor a
moment at the woman beneath the tree. Iheh
she went on out Of sight.
Mrs. Gerry said that Miss Nunally had come
alone in a carriage from the railroad station
She had fastened the horse in the yard of the
cottage the ledge. and when she hau n'"ue
her inquiries. had gone on. On her return she
drove away without coming to the house again.
When Salome told her mother Of the intended
marriage Mrs Gerry remarked that. as she
remembered DR. Jennings, and If she was not
mistaken he was probably the only person VINO
could control that woman.
but she'll be unhappy" said Salome.
shell have herself to thank then| responded
Mrs Gerry Then she added. in more char
liable tone But we won't judge her. "heh
| saw her face | was sorry for her.
"You needn't waste any sorrow on her
now remarked Moore, rather sharply she VIII
get what she has bargained for. money ana
position. She hasn't any heart; she has only
emotions. And such women are the crueilest
creatures in the world. And Jennings Is
gentleman anyway
The others said nothing more.
on the second day from that OF her briet
visit cards came from Dr. and Mrs. cyrus
Jennings To the Moores. Salome would not look
at them. And II was in silence that she read
an item that Moore showed her In a paper
which told Of the departure OF the great surgeon
and his bride for residence in London
Salome could hardly understand the pain the
thought OF this marriage gave. Ana she couid
not understand, try as she would, anything Oh
the springs Of action in woman ike forua
Nunally, who seemed refined and fastidious;
but no woman could be either refined or iastid-
ions who could deliberately choose to make
marriage OF convenience.
After this incident nothing seemed to happen
all the rest of the summer and through the
delightful fell. The autumn gave day after day
Of wonderful sweetness and beauty-that in
describable sweetness which only New-Eng-
land autumn gives in It's fullest measure III
is such calm days which, as they pass, seem
to leave no mark. which yet go further ;han
ANYTHING else to the deepening Of happiness.
Sometimes Nelly Scudder would come over 10
the cottage. and she and Saouie would 60 into
the woods or fields for hours. No day was ever
too hot for Salome. and Nelly did not like TO
acknowledge that she could not bear comfort
ably a heat which appeared to steep Salome's
consciousness in delight.
Moore would lie in a hammocl; under the
trees near Ine HOuS', anu MS WIZ "'"'' '''''
over him and express her pity for one who did
not know how to appreciate n temperature
that was simply perfect. She assured him that
she did not wish him to stir. but she and Nelly
We're going out to enjoy the day. Once. as
she came thus TO bid him good-by. she said
that there was only one drawback. Here she
hesitated and waited for Moore 20 question
her.
And what is that
"rn little afraid-afrali Of myself" she
answered. Something that Is asleep IN me
wakes But you think I'm fanc!fu, don't You.
Randolph? TIL me- that YOU think So
Il most certainly know that you are absurdly
fanciful" was the prompt and emphatic Re-
sponse
yes; You must be right" she returned. She
looked up at the sky. "Did YOU ever see such
a hot. pale blue? 1t Is almost "a hot as n
Florida sky In summer: almost. but not quite
on such days think IL that man my mother
tells me about-the man from the West Indies.
her grandfather whom every one loved. but
who had no principle He was my great-grand-
father. You know. and none 81 his defendants
have been In the least Ike him, until I was
born and they didn't suspect II in me FOR
long time. Now read yourself 10 sleep.
She turned away. Moore half rose. He had
an impulse TO call her back. But he did not
He did not remember that she had ever men
toned that West Indian ancestor In just thht
way before Indeed she rarely spoke Of him
Mrs Gerry came on, before the two figures
were hidden among the trees she gazed ut
them Then she turned toward Moore. and
their eyes met In glance u affection.
"Salome is happy she said.
YES" answered tho young man. his face
glowing responsive.
The October days OF golden glory always
have a background Of approaching winter. bat
sometimes this background seems n long way
Off 1t seemed long way off this fall which
the Moores spent in the country. Every night
the sun left a flush behind him In which the
stars slowly appeared. The crickets kept up
their agreeable monotony. There was little
wind and the bright leaves hung on the trees
Of the hills. and flowed along by the narrow
water-courses The green pines stood against
the scarlet oaks.
Il reckon we shin git our pay for this re-
marked Mr. Scuddsr. one morning. "A he stopped
at the cottage to leave pound OF butter i
amt known no such fall since 81. when II lasted
right up TO December. But We had tough
old winter"
"Do let us enjoy this while It lasts" re-
sponded Salomc
II s'pose YOU folks are gon to git red OF the
winter" said Mr. Scudder, putting the change
given in payment for the butter into wash
leather bag that he had extracted from
pocket which seemed TO reach nearly down to
his knee. when you goin to START
1--WE thought we'd be of about the middle or
November" replied Mrs. Gerry
When he had gone Salome sat In silence by
the window for awhile
Mrs Gerry felt somehow that this was not
the silence Of assent. and She did not under
stand 1t.
The two were alone for Moore had gone to
Boston, Salome had been washing dishes and
helping edo up the work" Both women had
objected to Moore's proposal that they have
a servant They said servant would take
AWAY all the home feeling. New-England