The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-12-05

Mechanically, without considering
things which she obviously ought to
have considered. Winifred sank into
the designated seat, laid her parasol on
a small table, and leant her elbows on
the same piece of furniture. as she
held her face between her gloved hands.
The atmosphere again asserted its pc
culiar quality: she rose for a moment
and opened the window; fresh air was
gained at the expense of spOilt gloves,
and was weighted with the drawbacks
of a baby's cries, and an inquisftive
woman's stare from over the way.
Shutting the window again, she return
ed to her chair-the symbol of what
was to be her favOrite seat in DAYS to
come, her chosen corner in the house
which had been the subject of so many
talks and SO many dreams. There was
a great many flies in the room; the
noise of adjacent humanity in street
and houses was miscellaneous and pen
etrating; the air was very close. And
this house was rather more ex-
pensive than their calculations
had allowed. They had i'm
mensely enjoyed making those calcula-
tons down there in the country, under
the old yew hedge, and in sight of the
flower beds beneath the library win
dow. She remembered the day they did
it. There was a cricket match in the
meadow. Mildred and her husband
brought the drag over and Sir Barton
came in his tandem. 1t was almost too
hot in the sun, but simply delightful in
the shade. She and Harold had had
great fun over mapping out their $500
year and proving how much might
be done with tat least, compared
with anything they could want once
they had the great thing that they
wanted.
Our home" he murmured, rather
sentimentally. it must be confessed.
The question about the frock he did not
answer; he was thinking of the home.
Winifred was 1ncmentarily grateful to
a stout lady at the next table, who put
up her glass Looked at the frock, and,
with a nod of approval, called her COM
panion's attention to it. This was while
Harold paid the Dill.
Then they took another cab, and
headed north--thruugh Berkeley square,
where Wimfred would have liked, but
did not expect to stop, and so up to
Oxford street. Here they bore consid-
erably to the east, then plunged north
again and drove through one or two
long streets. Harold, who had made the
journey before, paid no heed to the
route, but talked freely of delightful
hours which they were to enjoy to-
gether, of books to read and thoughts
to think, and of an intimate sympathy
which, near rs they were already to
one another, the home and the home
life alone could enable them fully to
realize. Winifred listened: but far
down in ner mind now was, another
question, hardly easier to stife than
that about the frock Where are we
going to?" would have been it's naked
form; but she yielded no more to her
impulse than t. look about her and
mark and wonder. At last they turned
a sharp twist from a long, narrow
street into short, narrower street,
where a wagon by the curbstone fore
ed the cab 10 q walk. and shrill bows
we're playing an unintelligible, noisy
game.
through" she cried with a laugh, as
she laid her hand on his arm and turn
ed her face 10 his.
Pass through! We're at home" he
answered returning her laugh cat
| home, Winnie" he pointed at a house
on the rignt-nand side, and immediate
! ly after the cab stopped. Winifred got
out, holding her skirt back from con-
! tact with the wheels. Harold, in his
| eagerness to ring the doprbell had for
/ gotten to render ner this service. She
/ stood on the pavement for a moment,
| looking about her. One of the boys
! cried "Crkey, there's a, swellr' and
she liked the 10Y for it. Then she
/ turned for the louse.
I TT wants a lick of paint said Har-
old, chee-fully, as he rang the bell
again.
TT certainly does she admitted,
| looking ND at the dirty walls.
An old women opened the door she
might be said, by way of metaphor, to
need the same process as the walls; a
| very narrow passage was closed behind
her.
'Welcomer' said Harold, giving Win
fired his HIND and Then presenting her
to the old woman. This is my future
wife" he explained. We've come to
look at he house. ISlt we won't bother
you, Mrs. i'lidgett. we'd rather run
over it by ourselves. We shall enjoy
that, shaH't we. WINNER"
J Winnies answer was little scream
and a hasty clutch at her gown; a. PAL
of dirty water staBding in the pass
age, had threatened ruin; she recoiIe6
fsviolently from thia peril against tbs