The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-11-22

my arms she added to the doctor, who
was feeling those members.
I'VE must get her into the house."
said he. Go get Bill" speaking to
servant maid.
.Oh, dear, how can you now" mys-
teriously cried the lady who had been
addressed first as Anna, then as Julie.
Julie began the other with a kind
of emphatic warning in her voice; then
she moaned, poor child, and said no
more. She was carried into the house,
and an examination revealed a COM
pound fracture just above the ankle.
You must stay. right here for
while" said the doctor, John Sessions.
We'll do everything we can for you,
said his mother. You're lucky to
break your leg at my sons door-that
is, 1 mean if you must break it, she
added.
Julie you arrange everything-re-
memberi l thank all of you So she
caught her breath with a gasp of pain,
and the doctor told her she must not
try to talk.
The accident took place in the latter
part of October, and a month later the
two strange ladies were still DR.. Ses-
sion'S guests; no longer strange, how
ever did any of his household feel them
to be-they had all recognized Julie
Webber's name indeed as soon as they
heard it, and now both she and Anna
Leonard seemed like old friends of the
family. Julie Weber was one of the
most famous heireSseS in America; she
was the mistress of millions in her own
right, an orphan without near relatives,
and widely known for her generosity
and her liking for independent Ameri-
can girl ways, amid the foreign-aping'
customs of fashionable life. 1t was
Just like her to be sure to be taking a
bicycle tour through the country with
only one other young woman as COM
panion, and just like her, again, to
stay with her companion when accident
chained that young lady to a bed in
country doctors house, miles from any
where in particular. In every respect
but one Miss Julie Weber was just
what the Sessions would have expected
her to be; she was not, however, as
young and beautiful as the papers
habitually represented her. She was a
nice enough looking woman of about
80 but her companion, the invalid, was
far more of a beauty.
She must have a remarkably sweet
nature to keep such a pretty girl about
her and be so good to her." said Mrs.
Sessions to her son, when they were
first talking over their guests.
It's a fine example of how people
see beauty in a fortune said the doc
tor, when there is so much talk
she is very nice. and evidently very
good to Miss Leonard, but then Miss
Leonard is so lovely, who wouldn't be
good to her?" he inquired in his simple,
stupid masculine way.
When at last the trained nurse who
had been brought from afar was dis
missed, Miss Weber began to speak of
going away.
But | don't want to go yet, dear"
said Anna, as they talked things over
in the invalid's room, where she lay
back in a luxurious invalid's chair. II
want to stay here and see a real coun-
try Thanksgiving; now be love and
don't cross me. You know DR.. John
says it is very bad for me not to have
my own way
Julie looked at the charming little
figure in its luxurious blue silk negligee
and shook her head.
DIR. John spoils you enough" she de- |
clared. without your making out he is
any sillier than he is l don't know
what there is in Thanksgiving here
That's it; we don't know, and if We
stay here we will find out Have you
made your proposition to DR.. John yet?
Now do, right away; maybe it will
make him feel that he has something
to give thanks for"
Thanksgiving eve DR.. John came into
Annals room on professional visit and
crate fire and the deepening wintry
twilight Illuminated the room, but even
in the dim broken light his usual
strong. quiet manner seemed changed !
and his square. clean-cut face was !
pale. He sat down by the invalid's
chair and laid his fingers on Annals
wrist; then suddenly he took the little
hand in his and broke forth into an
odd, low, vibrant voice:
Il must tell YOU. he said: forgive
me if 1 seem to take advantage of my
position. but. oh, Anna. darling, l love
you: I love you, and now, at last. as If
heaven had opened. fortune seems to
have made it possible for me to sue for
my happiness. Can't you care a little
for me?"
The little hand lay quiet in his. but
its mistress said nothing, only shrink !
ing further back into pillows and
shadow.
Miss Weber," he went on hurried