The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-05-24

ute, but She would have liked him less
if he had, and so she headed him off.
do you ever read Browning?" she
was going to say, but the absurdity of
the question struck her, and she
changed it to:
There is a little verse I love. 1t
goes:
Grow old elong with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which
The first was made.
Our times are in His hand
Who saith "A whole | planned,
Trust God all, nor be afraid
Il think that fits your case. The
best is yet to be- You've only seen
half-hardly that. See it all before you
decide it's so worthless
DO you really think one can get
over ones troubles and forget them,
and-and be happy without the things
that one wants?'
Il think you can" she said, smiling
ly. L know you can. 1t isn't the time
now to write, and so they lived happy
ever afterward,' at the end of your
story. It would make the story too
short, too stupid. But it will be writ
ten there yet, never fear"
81 think I shall go away" he said
gloomily. I'm feeling rather seedy and
a little change does a fellow such lot
of good"
oh, don't go now she answered.
I'm expecting Miss Sherlock, from
Virginia, and her cousin, to stay a
month with me. I've rather depended
They're nice girls, both of them; 1
think you'll like them"
Very well,'' he said rather detected
ly. I'll put it off for the present
You've been so good to me I'd like to
help you if 1 can
The nice girls" didn't appeal to him
in the least, but he went home cheered
by Mrs. Millicents sympathy and
words of announcement.
''Ch, you big, handsome, silly fell
low" she thought when he left her,
you think you're so miserable, and
you'll go to sleep the minute your
had really known trouble, lay awake
half the night thinking of many
things
! Her guests came after few days,
and they really were nice, and very
pretty, too Gerald saw them daily,
and before the month was over he was
madly in love with Miss Sherlock. That
is, he didn't call it ''madly" to himself
He felt sure that Kittie had broken his
heart in the most unfeeling manner
and that he would never feel again as
he had felt toward her. But after ALL
life went on. He was not especially
happy, and here was charming, con-
| genial girl who made him happier
whenever he met her. Why couldn't
he make the sensation permanent in
stead of so intermittent? So he rea-
soned, and so one night, when he and
she were alone together, he reached
over and took her hand
She drew it away with a frightened
little manner that Staid the words or
his lips.
Il beg your pardon he said simply
your rings are very beautiful" She
held out her hand to him, the color
warm in her cheeks.
Yes she said, with a little gasp
Il do not always wear them, but thi:
one I ought to- should She fall
tered and stopped.
His face was crimson. You mean
Yes, it is my engagement ring.
She spoke with a sort of treullol.
energy, as if each word had gathered
itself for a lean.
There was a short, awkward silence
Do you think that's fair" he blurt
ed sit at last
Il don't understand you"
feS you dc. You know what wa
going to say; you stopped me Will
this. Don't you think your confessio,
is a little late?"
How could l know? How dared
imagine such things? Do you think ;
girl believes every man she meets will
fall in love with her, unless she wear
a danger signal? 1 never dreamed
/ never Suspected hope now it ism
true The tears rose in her homes
eyes, and the sight of them gave Ger
aid the first real pang he had felt.
Never mind,'' he said with sort O
pathetic dignity; Il dare say it's m,
fault. I'm good deal of fool"
And you'll believe" she said, look
ing at him with sorry, shining eyes.
! Il shall believe nothing but good o