The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-07-19


ocean, is a handsome cottage where
every year Mr.. and Mrs. Lyman Bax-
ter are wont to come, with few in
innate friends. for genuine rest and
recreation. Sometimes the Indian sum-
lner catches them there and holds them
with its sweet mistines and yellow
warmth of sun.
Long ago some fiippant visitor named
the place Saints Rest" on account Of
The Identity of the family name with
the author of a certain volume much
esteemed by its Puritan. ancestry; and
the pseudonym clings to it.
Late in the summer season a couple
Of young people might have been seen
lettering on the beach. They were a
handsome pair and they. We're absorbed
in each other. They had reached that
plane of good fellowship where CONVEX
sation is optional, not necessary. Cuth-
bert Ogden was a journalist and some
thing of Bohemian, who was making
heroic struggles to endear a newly
f1edged daily newspaper to the reading
public. Dorothy Van Deering was an
heiress, the descendant of proud old
Dutch family, and very popular. They
had known each other ever since their
school days and their friendship had
always been Of the frankest and most
platOnic character; though OF late this
conventionalism had worn a little thin.
Mrs. Baxter was interested il the
young man, partly because he pos
sessed the artistic temperament so
pleasing 10 women, and partly because
she knew he had wealthy uncle who
refused 10 recognize his existence on
account. of family quarrel. Mrs. BaX-
ter was a natural peacemaker; she
loved to smooth over difficulties and
solve problems. 1t occurred to her that
she might, by a bit of diplomacy, mend
this young mans fortunes, thereby put
ting him in the way of immediate sue
cess instead of by long and laborious
processes. SO after a little thinking
she invited young ogden down for ten
days at Saints Rest, and at the same
time extended an invitation to his I'M
Gle, General Stanhope, for the same
length of time. hoping TO effect a recon-
citation between the two. Mr.. Baxter
doubted the success of this plan. He
said there was nothing at Saints Rest
for a. man like the general, who in his
later years had become bookworm
and a recluse. On the other hand his
nephew, whom he was known to detest,
would be thrust upon him.
1t won't do; it's too palpable,' he
said. He'll see right through it at
once
will he? Then we shall have to in
wife someone here to amuse him, said
Mrs. Baxter. in nowise daunted.
There's Uncle Swithin." she added,
with sudden inspirati on.
What. he of the Solar Biology?"
asked Mr.. Baxter, dubiousiy.
Yes, the professor. l know he's &C.
centric, but he is really a very bright
old gentleman and has written several
books, you know. 1 am sure he and
the general are acquainted and we can
ask them both TO meet each other.
Isn't that a good idea?'
Il don't know how they'd pull in
team. I've always driven them singly,"
observed her husband. However, we
might try it. But are we going to
have no one but them?'
Certainly, dear. Let me see-Mrs.
Van Deering and Dorothy, there's two;
Lalla Braddon. whose mother has gone
abroad for couple of months, and
wants ma 10 take Lalla a little under
my wing; then Lalla's engaged to Jack
Armitage, so we must include him.
Then there viii be the general, the
professor and Cuthbert Ogden to whet
up our intellectual faculties"
Mrs Baxter's plan worked capitally.
All the invitations met with prompt ac-
ceptance. and the guests had arrived
with the exception OF Professor Swith-
in. who was delayed three days. AS
Cuthbert Ogden and Miss Van Deer
ing, walking along the beach, looked up
the peninsula they saw moving speck
half obscured by haze and distance.
They regarded il without speculation.
not thinking that the object moving
between horizontal lines of Sky and
water was to be an important factor in
interesting spectacle would hardly
have aroused them from themselves.
Cuthbert Ogden had broken through
his customary reserve and. not Gym
icaIIv. but calmly. had spoken of the
uninviting probabilities Of his life, ad-
ding that ultimate success. which he
meant to win in the end. would mean
little or nothing to him if she were eX-
Guided from ii. All at once, after
long silence. a warm, bare hand crept
into his. A charming profile was hid
den by a wide hat, which apparently
Welded to the wearer's wishes and IN
clined over that part of her face next
TO him. All ne could see was very
pretty mouth, which showed little
emotion. His hand closed tightly over
hers. which was Immediately with
drawn.
1T isn't that I'm doubtful about the
future" said Cuthbert. The worst
of il is that man spends his best
wears fighting fate, SO that, at last,
when the gods deign 10 become ami
able, he is only another Midas"
But there's your uncle. suggested
Dorothy.
Cuthbert smiled. you don't know
him. He repudiated me years ago, nGe
without reason. When | was OF age l
came into possession of the sum of
$50. 90O-a gift from this same thought
full relative. / afterward learned that
he gave ii 10 me as a test He wanted
TO see what I would do with it
And what did you do with it?' ask
ed Dorothy
man ruefully. i took a college chum
with me 70 Europe and when we re-
turned FIVE months later 1 hadn't
penny
oh said Dorothy, without much
surprise. She herself had extravagant
tastes coupled with unlimited pocket
money; moreover, she knew little of
the practical value of money, SO that
it .iid rot seem remarkable to her that
one should spend $4,000 in five months
while travelling for pleasure.
And is your uncle angry with you
for that? How unreasonable
can you direct me to Saints Rest
She residence of Mr.. and Mrs Bax-
terq" asked wheezy voice beside them.
They started and turned toward the
sneaker. whose footsteps had made
10 sound on the soft sand. 1t was the
meek they had noticed in the distance
i9alf an hour before, now grown to the
nronortions OF q short, rather stout
gentleman. Dorothy was
the quicker to recover herself, and re-
plied.