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

of him? Impossible! He was unjust,
contemplate mean! Why, why could
he not be like John Darrach? There
was a man, strong, fearless, pol1tl-
clan. He had not lost his grip. If
she won. it would be because of his
earnest SUPPORT.
She went into her private office and
laid her head upon her desk and wept
paSSiOnatelY.
Presently a knock came upon the
door. She did not hear. The door open
ed, but she Gid not hear that either.
But she felt hand close firmly around
her wrist; and then she heard voice
say. why, what does this mean?''
She lifted her head and looked
through her tears into John barracks
eyes.
There was unmistakable tenderness
in the look and in the pressure of his
strong fingers. A warm color famed
over her face and throat. She control
led her feeling and smiled through her
tears. slowly drawing her arm from his
clasp.
Forgive me-" he said, instantly, re-
turning to his usual manner toward
her. When 1 saw you were in trouble
forgot
TT is nothing she said. with an
exaggerated cheerfulness. only some
L
me nervous l hate nervous people,
she added passionately.
My carriage is at the door, said
Darrach. He looked away from her
with a visible effort. Shall we drive
out to see that piece of property now?'
"Oh, yes, indeed, I had forgotten
that How good of you to always re-
mind me. 1 am afraid 1 depend upon
you too much"
Not as much as l wish" he answer
ed her in a low voice. He stood hold
ing the door open while she rapidly
drew on her gloves. Then seeing the
color coming to her face again, he
added. grimly-"I must earn my salary
as your attorney. you know"
That was a delightful morning. The
road ran along the Willamette from
Portland to Vancouver. The perfect
blue of an Oregon sky bent softly over
them The long, silver curves of the
a moving river wound before them.
There were green fields, and bits of
emerald wood. and picturesque islands.
Farther away were the heavily tim
bered hills, purple in the distance; and
grand and white and glistening against
the sky were the superb snow noun
tains. majestic in their far loneliness.
The air was fragrant with wild
svrinsa. which grew by the roadside.
finging long, slender sprays of white,
gold-hearted flowers in all directions.
The soft, caressing winds let Tree
about them a breath from the far
ocean.
Mrs. Dawson leaned back in the car
rage and forgot domestic cares; for
got ill-bred servants and over-done
roasts. shabbily-dressed children and
an unreasonable. fault-ffnding nus
hand. She loved the soft sway of the
carriage, the spirited music of the
horses feet on the hard road the SEN
suous. compelling caresses of the wind
on her face and throat.
Darrach stopped the horses in
shady spot.
eve must have some of this syrin-
ga,' he said, putting the reins in her
hands. He broke a great armful'
Swapping the stems almost roughly.
He bore them to the carriage and
niled them upon her knees until they
covered her bosom and her shoulders
with their snowy drifts-Some of the
scented sprays curling even about her
throat and hair.
..Do YOU knew" said Darrach, look
ing at her. these cool. white sprays
always make me think of womans
arms" He reached for the reins and
for second his hand rested on hers.
She turned very pale.
by the way" said Darrach, instant
w. in a light tone. lis the canvass go
ing on satisfactorily
mot quite as I could wish,' she re-
Piled. 'As 1 expected, the lower classes
are solid for-my opponent. 1t is a
bitter thing to run against such wo-
man. 1t will be more bitter to be de-
feated by her.
"You must not be-"
'T cannot help it. How can I get
such votes?"
Darrach shrugged his shoulders.
PUT up more money" he said. cold
ly. but in low tone.
"Ah." said Mrs. Dawson, with deep
contempt ''It is Observation-Disclosures
gushing! Sell my birthright for mess
of pottage?"
"Nonsense." said Darrach. He
turned and smiled at her. Am I to
be disappointed in you? Have / not
guided you with a. careful hand
through dangers and pitfalls? Have [
not helped YOU to success? 1t is wrong
! to spend money for such a purpose I