The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-01-10


! taken so little breakfast"
No, child; you don't know what you
are talking about. There are some
things Mr.. Hope can never touch with
out being i'll afterwards. Mrs. Hope is
very careful of his diet; There's pick
les, for instance; he hasn't touched a
pickle for Is years, yet today he con-
sumed great quantity, and drank
whole bottle of beer. besides roast beef
and cheese and ever so many other
things Mrs. Hope, poor woman, is sit
ting with folded hands, waiting for him
+ to die l never saw such look OF
heavenly resignation on any human
face before"
CAS- on Mr.. Hope,s?'
Edna. don't be so pert, You know
| very we'll mean Mrs. Hope"
| Really, mother. l didn't; L thought
Lerhaps Mr.. HOPE was resigned. What
does he say?"
He says it hasn't hurt him in the
least, but Mrs. Hope merely signs and
shakes her head. She knows what is
! in store for him.
I'll warrant the poor man was just
hungry, and tired of too much dieting
l hone he enjoyed his meal"
Edna, you have too little expert
ence; and, much as 1 regret to say it,
too little sense to understand what it
means. Mr.. Hopes digestive organs
have always been weak-always If it
| had not been for his wife's anxious
| care, he would have been dead long
ago. She allowed him out of her sight
for a few minutes this morning, and
refused all callers, except myself and
| one or two of her own dearest friends
and you see what happened. She fears
| that the excitement of yesterday has
completely ruined his nerves, and that
| he doesn't know what he is doing, al
though he insists he feels as well as
he hx-r 7 Il 80
would have the best medical advice Of
| once if 1 were in her place. Who was
it called here to see your father while
was away?"
Il have not been in the house since
4 you left"
What! In the garden all this time!
Edna, when will you learn to have
pect the maids to do their duty if you
neglect yours and never look after
them?"
You train them so we'll, mother
that L did not think it was necessary
for me to look after them while you
! were away"
Yes, 1 train them, and. I hope, I
do my duty toward them, but you also
have duties to perform, although you
| think so lightly of them. You forget
that for every hour idled away you
will have to give an account on the
last great day.
Il have not been idling, and, even
| II l had, one can't be always thinking
of the last great day."
They had by this time reached the
drawing room, and Mrs. Sartwell sat
down, gazing with chastened severity
at her stepdaughter.
Edna she said, solemnly 81 i'm
plore you not to give away to flippancy.
! That is exactly the way your father
nd hi 10A
be forgiven him. it i'll becomes one of
your years to take that tone. Your
father little thinks what trouble he is
storing for himself in his training of
you. and. if 1 told him you were de-
| ceiving him, he would not believe it,
But some day, alas! his eyes will be
opened"
How am I deceiving him?" cried
Edna, a quick pallor coming into her
/ face
Her stepmother mournfully shook her
head and sighed
If your own heart does not tell you.
| then perhaps l should be silent You
have his wicked temper, my poor child
Your face is pale with anger just be-
cause L have mildly tried to show you
the right path
gu have not shown me the right
path. You have said l am deceiving
my father, and L ask what you mean?'
Mrs. Sartwell smiled gently. if sadly.
How like! how like! l can almost
fancy it is your father speaking with
your voice.
We'll, 1 am glad of that. You don't
often say complimentary thing to
me-" taG
That is more: of your pertness. You
know very we'll l don't compliment you
when L say you are like your father
Far from it. But a day will come
hon !. fe.
Yes, indeed
You mean that his eyes will be
opened to my deceit. but you have not
told me how 1 am deceiving him.
You deceive him because you take
very good care. when in his presence
not to show him the worst side OF your
| character. Oh, dear no, you take good
care of that. Butter wouldn't melt in
your mouth when ne is here. But he'll
find you out some day, to his sorrow
Wait till your stubborn wills cross.
and then you will each know the other
! Of course, now il is all smooth and
pleasan-. but that is because you don't
demand to know what he means, and
| do not tell him that you can't be
bothered about the last great day
Father never threatens me with the
judgment, as you so often do, nor does
he make accusations against me, and
so l don't need to ask what he means
L suppose 1 am wicked" continued the
girl, almost IN tears, but you say
things that seem always to bring out
the bad side of my character
You are too impulsive," said the
| lady, smoothly. You are first i'm
penltently impudent to me, and then
you say you have a bad character
which 1 never asserted. You are not
worse than your father"
Worse? 1 wish L were half as
good
"Ah. that's because you don't know
him any better than he knows you
You think he takes you entirely into
his confidence but he does nothing of
the sort. Why did he so carefully carry
away the newspaper with him this
morning."
I'm sure 1 don't know. Why
shouldn't he? It's his own"
His own-yes, but he never did it
before. He took it away the better TO
deceive his wife and daughter-thats
why. So that we shouldn't know how
he braved and defied the men yester-
day. Oh, can see himl It was just
the kind of thing that would crafty
his worldly PRIDE
"Oh, what happened, mother?" cried
the girl, breathless with anxiety.
II thought he didn't tell you. and I
suppose he did not mention that poor
Mr.. Hope, and Mr.. Monkton, too
begged and implored him not to go to
the works today-yes, almost on their
Bonded knees, and he paid not the
slightest attention to their wishes
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