The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-05-09

Presently the shaft of sunlight stole
across the dusk again; she raised one
hand, touching her face with listless
fingers. Her eyes and cheeks were wet
with tears.
There was a niche in the wall over
the bed where a faience figure of
Sainte Hide of Carhaix stood, robed
in blue and gold. She turned her eyes
to the saint and leaned forward in the
] dusk; but perhaps she had nothing 10
say to this other Hide of Carhaix;
perhaps she did not know what to say,
for her head dropped and she sank
back IN the armchair, idly twisting her
white fingers. The tears dried quickly,
for there was nothing of bitterness in
her heart, only constant wonder, an
eternal childish question, "Why?" And
| always before her she saw HARDWOOD s
face. touched with an indefnable smile.
/ bending close, closer yet to her own.
Upstairs Hardwood himself was sit
ting on the edge of Bourke's bed dis
! pensing tobacco and liquid nourishment
to half a dozen fellow countrymen who
filled the room with pipe smoke and
! sprawled on the furniture listening to
Bourke.
Bourke finished speaking, modestly
looking at Sutherland for approval. The
latter touched his grizzled moustache
thoughtfully and gazed at the carpet
less floor.
Speyer began to speak, but subsidized
when Sutherland looked up at him
What Bourke says" began Suther-
land, lis something l can neither deny
nor approve. He affirns that ii is not
possible for the German armies to iso-
late Paris from the outside world; he
says that If we remain in Paris we
shall be able to communicate with our
respective journals. Whether or not
RI he I 6
have decided to leave the city Per-
sonally l don't care whether I'm with
the French or German army. If the
! Germans invest Paris and enter Yer
sailles l fancy il will change nothing
as far as the censorship is concerned. /"
German censors are worse than
Franch-f anyone should ask you,"
observed Winston.
They're all of q stripe" grumbled
Hardwood. who had more red pencil on
his dispatches than. the rest of the for
eign correspondents put together
Sutherland laughed, returning his
pipe to the morocco case, and looked at
Bourke with kindly eyes.
las long as you and Hardwood are
expected to stick to the French army"
he said, Il suppose you ought to stay
in Paris. AS for Winston and Shannon
and George Malet-they are free to go
where they please; and if I'm anything
of prophet they had better steer clear
of Paris
You mean you think that there'u be
nothing much to see in PARISH" asked
Hardwood anxiously.
Sutherland caressed his double chin.
There will be plenty to see-perhaps
more to see than there will be to eat
he replied slowly.
Bourke raised his glass impatiently,
saying: We'll, here's to you, prophet
of evil"
Sutherland smiled at him and picked
up his hat.
I'm an old codger," said the great
war correspondent. Il need 'the lux
ury of meal at least once a week. Per-
haps I'm reasonable, but I'm not fond
of horse flesh, either. Bourke, if you
think you ought to stay in Paris''-he
held out heavy sunburned hand-'I'll
say goodbye and good luck to you and
TO Hardwood, the hair-brained sucking
of journalism"
In the laughter and shouts of Here's
to you, Jim. Don't let the censor bully
you. Take away his red pencil, .
Bourke jumped to his feet and shook
hands with them all, including Speyer.
Good luck, allsof YOU" he cried,
heartily. Jim and 1 will take our
chances
Il don't get my stuff through any