The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-12-29

is dead-killed himself in the hunting
! field-and she is free to come and go
| as she will. The great town Is shut
tered and empty. and she has flown to
the restfu1 quietude of Pens Court, the
/ home of her childhood. which she
! bought back as home for herself In
her lonely widowhood. Then will hope
t fill her heart. Now that he knows she
is really free, Maurice will surely come
| to her; he must know. These hopes
| are streng thened when, at a dinner
party, she hears the familiar name
mentioned. He is coming to stay with
some distant neighbors-ahl it is to be
near her he is coming at last. AS each
day passes she waits feverishly for his
coming, and still he comes not. AS
each long summer day wanes she
whispers Tomorrow he will come"
and tomorrow passes and still he
comes not. Then one evening, as she
sits peacefully under the cedar trees
on the green lawns. resting in the cool
evening air, full Of sweet, faint per-
rune from the glowing fiower-heds on
the velvety turf, a maid appears from
| the house.
"A gentleman In the drawing-room,
my lady," she says; ''he gave no
name
Roth, with wild hope, rises SLOWLY
ana walks over the lawn. her black
dress sweeping over the grass, her
pale cheeks tinged with a pink color as
she mounts the shallow steps and
enters the cool, shadowy room. full of
! lowers and delicate perfumes in all
the evening air. GIL
"A man Is standing with his bac1< 70
/ ward her. but as her dress srasrs
over the soft Garnet he turns ana F.oes
, ner. "A quivering smile flashes into
neI sweet gray eyes, and she holds out
"otn hanos with little glad cry.
AN, Maurice. At last. at lasti''
eomethlng in his unresponsfve atti-
.uue strikes cold chill to her heart.
mas he forgotten? -
couid not pass your neighborhood
W., :, looking you up, Lady Berring-
tbis ne says, easily. How lovely
| together?" living mere al
ruth feels that her throat and Inns
aie parched and dry, but she answers
/ him with an effort 'Aie answers
Yes; 1 could not endure that dr..
Town house-after-''
ro,r LES: yes. he says hastily: "after
your terrible bereavement; Won az
t1SItunate to have been able to secure
a,,i oio pace In time: I am paying a
bs II. WI ISL 20 the Carews. at Marsh
H.,
very slightly-then-you do NJ.
stav long?" 'ou 10 not
+,o Not iong- There are many prepara-
s s,Hs 70 De made before April with a
eHnie), before my weddine-vo1, -
not heard? Juliet Carew will he ~
ne IN a Few months time: NAV ssl.
syne?" LUZ auld lang
The blood rushes with wild 49,
to Ruth's heart, leaving her siot, loo9 9
colo-everything swins before t tnI
! tired eves-she must sneak Sba r,.ileL
an effort. one makes
l hopeI sincerely trust-vou NAV
l De happy. she says. a little unstead,
ny: must call on Miss Careyv
-, You are very kind" he saws. with
ms happy smile. How familiar This
piace seem. Our days of firta ton
were at ar end. Lady Bennington: all
one GOES foolish things in the heydev
OF youth. but you showed yourself -
be a wise woman
Ruth smiles. Has he forrotten
all? Yes she says. with bitter-
ness: we look back with contemptu.
Gus pity on such follies in matnrer
years" oi
When he IS gone she stands on the
terrace in the deepening twilight the
COOL soft air tanning her hot. flushed
cheeks the fern owl in the distance
with it's curious whi-r-r. alone breaks
the stiffness: bat flaps heavily over
mead: belated bee booms past, hur-
rying homeward. Then she goes slow
~ YEARLY into the old familiar room,
sharp. sudden pain clutches her
heart. she catches blindly at the
mantle-piece. an ashen grayness over
spreading the lovely face With a
little gasping cry she falls prone to
the ground: blood rushes to her lips
and stains the delicate lace on ner
bosom. A chill. moa ming wind sweeps
round the house. dying away in the
distance with a wild. sobbing wall.
as Of a soul in mortal agony passing
through the fiery furnace Of af1ic-
ton.
The doctor says failure of the
hearts action and hemorrhage," but
does science always fathom such
mysteries? Does it take into account
broken hearts? Perhaps not.