The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-04-05

1t was raining-a cold, dismal de-
pressing rain. An unpaid board bill,
depleted wardrobe, an empty purse,
and a pile of rejected" upon which
Miss Boynton had YEARLY turned the
key of her pachelor-maid apartment,
kept pace with her up the avenue
''Oh, to be a bonnet maker! How
much happier 1 should be. The most
quoted woman of a Paul Pry press
stood transfixed before a modiste's
window. radiant with Easter importa-
kions AS the slender machintoshed
figure stood, the airy fabrications of
Partisan skill vanished from her minds
eye to be replaced by visions of the
chic head-dresses her delft fingers had
fashioned for her own GibsonesQue
head.
Il have always been told that 1 had
a knack with ribbons and laces MISS
Roynton's color deepened at the mem
ory of compliments that had been her
on gala occasions when she sailed
forth in her caput chef d'oeuvres.
Again she was belle of the far off, in
land town she had deserted in the
first flush of youth to make for her
self niche in the literary life of the
metropolis. How often the expecta-
rions of those deserted provincials had
helped her to bridge seemingly impas-
sable chasms!
This morning, however, found her
without the strength, the courage to
buffet longer against the unpropitious
tide that had set in some months
earlier. What was the cause of the
sudden collapse in a career that opened
so brilliantly and promised so much?
i-fa freshness
her pen its cunning or her ability to
achieve been overeStimated?
Her novitiate as a literary worker
was now spent. She had suddenly
awakened to a realizing sense that
nothing solid. nothing substantial had
been achieved. So far as her prophetic
vision could penetrate, the future held
only repetition of the past, without
the charm of novelty, the confidence Of
youth or the ignorance of inexperience.
She was alone in the world. Too late
to turn back; to stand still was equally
impracticable. She must go on, but
where? how?
Perhaps" she thought as she con-
finued to gaze at the window full OF
bonnets, perhaps it's not too late to
learn the milliner's trade"
"A maker, by Jovew A gust
of wind tossed aside Miss Boynton's
umbrella. A notebook in which she
had hastily sketched o. hat that caught
her fancy, fell to the ground. Clever,
clever, by George| The girl was now
Indignantly conscious of the proximity
of a smiling middle aged stranger. "A
thousand pardons. No offense" he
said, handing her the book Il cannot
help admiring your choice"
Sir. I am not a bonnet-naker, re-
7uonstrated Miss Boynton, recovering
from the first flush of indignant re-
sentiment But 1 can make q bonnet,
and
Wear 1t to the queens taste" in
ferposed the intruder. There was an
unm; stakable twinkle in the gray,
childlike eyes that peered beneath her
umbrella. Despite her inherent adhe-
siveness to the conventionalities, Miss
Boynton's love of adventure quickened.
'I am in a dilemma" said he.
so am T." said she.
Il believe providence has sent you to
help me"
Indeed"
He took from his pocket letter. and
adjusting his glasses, deliberately read:
MY dear Paul:-We have favor to
ask. and as it is the first in many
wears. we know you will not have the
heart to refuse. On Easter Sunday a
new minister is to be installed with
great po1np and ceremony. Angelina
and nave declQeQ 10 snow the par
fish that notwithstanding the MCCOY
e-n girls have apparently been asleep
the past decade, they are still very
much alive. Send us two of the smart
est bonnets in New York.
There, now! Isn't that commits
sion to make the bravest quail?''
His laugh put to fight the lachry-
NOSE day.
"Angeline and Tabithia," ne ex-
planned, ARE my sisters. God bless
them. They are back on the old farm
have always lived there Now, my
young friend, if you will kindly step
into this shop and help me select the
bonnets you will fill two hearts with
Joy. and relieve one conscience of a
burden
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