The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-15
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BY CLINTON ROSS.


ure's dear self.
In her hand. the supplicant of the
roadside god. dragged a wheel; 3
slight girl. with that indefinable all
of distinction, even in this startling
and ludicrous moment.
You have seen me-" she said
quickly.
I am not sure he observed lightly
taking her appearance as a matter OF
course.
We'll you have" she declared. gain
ing bravery at a certain note of ad-
miration in his voice. which declared
at once victory in the first skirmish
o. acquaintanceship
You will not, sir. tell a soul"
Not SOUL" he declared. Her
cules and l alone know"
All" she cried in dismay, there
they are"'
She pointed to the slope beyond the
bridge; and Dalton, looking, saw a
vehicle approaching rapidly, and al
ready heard its distant creaking.
He viii ask for me-" said the sup
picant of Hercules, for so Dalton re-
garded her. You must not let them
know you've seen me-
But, - he began.
Il never shall forgive you"
We'll, that's a terrible threat said
But she now was hidden by the
shielding Hercules, the wheel dragged
into the shadow; while the wagon ever
nearer, now creaked on the bridge,
and then crunched on the sand toward
the Hercules.
Very we'll" said Dalton apostro-
phizing Hercules, who seemed to
answer with a smothered Thank
you. Back to the inn he went. While
the two stout cobs and the blackboard
drew up, and a gruff voice cried:
Have you seen herr"
Are you addressing me, sir?" our
adventurer demanded
The speaker was now down by the
blackboard. followed by thin young
man in d clerical coat.
"A young lady. sir: on a wheel?"
AT this time?' said Dalton. You
don't mean alone"
Yes; l do mean alone" said the per-
son who seemed as irascible as the
father Mr.. Drew faces in Rosemary
fat, red-faced. even in that light: a
man of 20. who had denied few of his
whims, and never his stomach
This is dreadful" the clerical young
man declared, in a precise clerical
tone.
The other said, IT'S BILE" and
to Dalton. Where's Morse?"
Don't know him.
The landlord. you ninny," the other
cried. in the tone of a most exasper-
ated man.
I think he's gone to bed. Who. sir.
is the young LADY," Dalton queried,
wondering at the part so suddenly
thrust on him.
My daughter sir.
4 thought so. And she has run
away?"
How did you know. sir?" cried the
other
You said So
Did 1? I'll catch her She didn't
dare to take the train. That was
watched-at Shinnecock. at SouthamD-
ton, at EasthamDton. She must have
come on her Wheel
My dear uncle, 1 beg pardon put
in the clerical young man.
Beg pardon, sir, the 'csses bought
to be Watered, declared a voice with
the superiority of a groom who conde-
scends in American service.
The master said several things-at
cobs who don't endure-at the inn and
its landlord, while the young man. in
the clerical coat timidly put in depre-
catory clauses. But the masters rage
was not TO be assuaged even by the
complacent host, who suddenly ap-
peared, lantern in hand. Forgetting
the dripping cObS, the angered father
as if he had stepped out of a play
buttonholed the newcomer, whispering
as if he had not told Dalton at all
while the Hercules. who knew, watched
across the way, saw Dalton standing
by himself. and the young man in the
clerical coat addressing him, possibly
with a sense that too much had been
said.
IT'S very aggravating of my cousin,
Amelia"
"Oh, Amelia" quoth Dalton.
I trust, sir. you'll say nothing oh.
I beg your pardon; know you won't. .
Here the hosts hearty voice rose
above Mr.. Fennells whispers.
Not a soul, sir; 1 know Miss Fen
nell"
I'm going down the road. to Good
Ground station, anyway. Keep your
mouth shut. Morse"
Now. don't you need
Your best rye and water. eh2 Come.
Paul. the clerical person-"have
some whisky"
You know, sir. I DON'T
But it's chilly"
Dalton tipped his chair back and
and wondered how Amelia felt
there behind the Hercules; but neither
she nor the Hercules said a word. He
was surprised at himself. at his very
extraordinary conduct. The host came
out and talked TO the groom. The
rosy-faced gentlemen and his paler
nephew followed, and then the chase
began again. We'll, l never" auoth
the landlord. loquaciously. There. of
was a. man in the case. and the
Fennells were very rich. and
Il am going to take a wheel in the
said Dalton, rising.
4 expect anything of an artist" said
The host. wondering at the lack of
in his guest.
Il am not an artist Dalton expostu-
ated.
"A poet. maybe, observed the host
Il have never written" said Dalton.
The best ones never do" Observed
he host, with penetration, while Dali
on dragged out his wheel I'm leave
he door Unattached" said The host
his guest disappear toward
he bridge. Then, rejecting on the
)eculiarities of people who have
enough money for wheels and excur-
;ions, he went in sleepily: and the
scene lay still, save for the Hercules
But at last was a football down the
Dad, and Dalton returned. The Her
Jules stood irresponsible, while the inn
windows, which might have held so
many eyes, seemed to watch and ask