The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-11-28
Copyright. 1891. by walter Besant.)

NCOpyrlght, 1891, by waiter beSaHtJ
Together they walked in the long
June twilight across the fields. They
were not very nice fields; the path was
composed of cinders and brickbats; the
ragged hedge was broken down in
parts; there were occasional patches
on which green things refused to grow
there was. however, shallow ditch
running beside the dilapidated hedg4
which contained an unsavory mud, ana
there was a piggery at the end OF the
ditch. These things, on warm even
ing in June, suggested the country.
They walked side by side, as they al
ways had done. The young man held
the girls hand; he did not press it, nor
lift it to his lips or go off into inter-
jections over it; he simply held 1t. she
was quite accustomed to this assertion
of authority, or submission, as you viii,
made no objection and did not with
draw her hand. He walked in silence.
Why should he desire to talk? He Just
liked to be with her; sometimes TO look
at her; to let her talk as much as she
liked; not even to follow her when she
went off into dreams. For he was a
and a clerk in a big house of business,
and he lived all day in world where
nothing haDDens-not even the uneX-
pected-except what is made to happen
by the wisdom and the contrlVance OF
the partners. The world is SO, to the
city man; he understands that he mas
TO get what he can for himself; he has
to be foreseeing and farSeeing; ABOVE
all, he must never dream
Therefore this yOung man looked for
ward to q life OF low standards, though
this ne would not admit to himself, to
a small income and thrifty ways. He
was a steady young man, who always
had a solid book going, in which he
read slowly and without the slightest
interest in the contents. He thought
that a course of reading in miscellan-
eous subjects. none OF which attracted
him. raised him to the level of those
who improve themselves. He was a
good looking young man, with regular
features and the appearance OF reSpoh-
sibility In fact, he had no vices, and
felt no temptations. and was, therefore.
profoundly embarrassing.
The girl. however, was quite unlike
him. She moved as If her feet were
springs: she walked as if she were
dancing; she talking as if she was sing
ing; she laughed at her own thoughts
like a thrush. She was nearly as tall as
her companion, who was feet IL
inches. She was certainly not pretty,
because she had not a single good fea-
ture in her face, except, perhaps, hel
eyes which were quick and bright, but
she was attractive when she was AMI
mated and she generally was animated
Her dress was quiet and in better
taste perhaps than was found witt
most OF the young ladies who went L
the same suburban church on Sunda7
and lived in the little villas, jerry built
precarious, winch bravery faced IN,
suburban gale on their crumbling brlck
with sand for mortar and lathS foi
party walls.
Her name-a ridiculous name, but il
the matter OF names people are so
was Ariadne. The girl thought it
pretty name and much finer than Mu
riel, Gladys and Dorothy, names which
decorated most of the girls she knew
Ariadne-a poetical name; she knew
nothing of the story belonging to tn
deserted nymph Ariadne. She admire
her name as most girls admire thei
faces; she wrote it down and looked a
it as most girls look in the glass. An6
as Ariadne does not go well with Sam
uel, which was her lovers name, ther
was a secret understanding betwee
them that when they We're alone he wa
to be Cyril instead Of Sam. Their
without a sense of the incongruous
she could listen to the voice of love.
Cyril she was saying, there ar
worlds UPON worlds all round US, an
not disco-itented with my lot. but l wis
I could see some OF them, sometimes.
You wouldn't like then. Ariadne."
''How do you know? Besides. L didn
say [ should like them. I want to Sc
them. l want to see the people thu
the papers talk about"
''They are just like ourselves.
mo, they're not, dear boy; I kno
better than that. They don't dress liz
US. / want to see the great ladies an
the fine ladies' the artists and the poe
and the actors
It's no use, without money"
81 want the money, too. l want TO 6
and live among them and be one
them Just for two or three year
Cyril Just to understand what it
like And then to come back again
this stupid old suburb and the stup
old people and the stupid Old
sam he whispered, audacious
pressing her hand.
cyril she corrected him.
And then we should be marie
wouldn't we? Perhaps / shall be draw
ing $3.50 by that time, if I'm lucky"
Married? oh, we'll; we would S
about that. You know, Cyril. have q
ways told you that ! could never mar
a man whom I did not respect for h
intellect He must be my superiC
otherwise [ could not think of marryil
him.
"Of course" This young man kne
not the language of compliment, n
even the commonest word of it. nor t
deciensions. nor the conjugations. %
course, I know that"
ITO be sure, you do improve you
self"
Il am now Ariadne" he assured b
proudly, 'in the heart of Humboldt
Cosmos"
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