The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-02-25
dinner. Dave gave it forth with exces-

n
( sive gravity
1T is said that Mr.. David Torrey
whilom farmer and now famous artist,
! the creator of A Rose In the Hayheld.
/ is engaged to marry one OF New YORK
swagger women. II appears that the
picture which made for the fortunate
artist his name is a life likeness OF MS
affianced, although he had never laid
eyes on her until after it was eNhib-
tied. For social reasons the name OF
the young lady is at present withheld
Hal hal ha;" roared Dave, in his
/ tremendous bassc That's the best
yeti" The whole assembly roared with
mirth and attacked the chamDagne
with renewed zest. At this moment the
elevator boy stuck his head inside tee
door and yelled: Lady downstairs at
- to see Mr. Torrey."
oh, blast the lady; tell her he's en-
gagged, grunted one.
To one of New YOrkS swagSer
women piDed Percival.
See here, fellows" Dave interpOsed,
L must leave you. but only for min
ute. It's Miss Curtis. She wants me to
engage her to pose for my next, but
she won't do. So l wrote her 1 had
made other arrangements. Ill get rid
of her in short order. and be right with
you again."
And Dave tore out of the studio.
Miss Curtis it was. and she looked
wicked as Medea. Dave asked her to
be seated. While he opened a letter,
which he found in the letter-box at his
door. The handwriting was familiar,
but untraceable.
My Dear Mr.. Torrey-I send piece
of newspaper. which Sarah Brett kind
ly cut out and sent to me. Sarah is in
Cincinnati. 1 want to tell you now that
l think you're coward; and if ever
see you again, I'll tell you so to your
face. remain, sir. yours respectfully,
JESSIE MEASE.
''P. S.-Dave. you've broken my
heart"
The piece of newspaper was identical
with the one he had just read and
laughed over upstairs. There was no
laugh in Dawes eyes now. He gczed
out gloomiiy on the composite of snow,
rain and sleet. beating down viXenishly
on the street below. He became quite
lost in the mood.
Mr. Torrey," snapped Miss Curtis.
after while, Il presume you know how
much I'm paid per hour
Dave came back to reality with a
jump. "Oh. excuse me. Miss Curtis you
see I've just got some bad news from
home. and
I'm sorry. Mr.. Torrey Your letter
was bad news to me-
Perhaps. But. 10 tell the truth, yea
know, didn't definitely engage you"
Mr.. Torrey," said Miss Curtis, fam
ing into wrath. Il am a woman of my
word. 1 believed you d man of your
word
Dave thought the screen which hid
the door Of the studio was going TO fall.
Was II from the shock OF her stamped
foot? 1t Swayed a moment and then
rested firm. Dave was thinking of lit
tie jess.
Miss Curtis he said. with angry de-
termination, you were not engaged by
me and are not engaged. / have bus
mess to attend to at once, SO please ex-
cuse me for asking you to consider our
conversation at an end"
Dave turned and retired into his bed
ROOM closing the door deliberately be-
hind him. His mind was full of a letter
of explanation and sOlace which he pre-
pared to send to Jessie Immediately I
Full of venom, Miss Curtis stared at the
door for a few minutes. Then she
stood up with a deep drawn sigh, and
swung around on her heels, showing
her back to il. A most unusual figure
doomed on her sight. a spIendidly
formed. rosy-cheeked pert lass, clad in
the most countrified gown and bonnet,
was cycling her, like a tigress rearing
to spring.
so you think you're engaged to
him. said the stranger. in an ominous
whisper. my swagger New York
LADY,"
4 know I am retorted Miss Cur
It's
You know you gasped the stran-
ger; then bursting from rage into sobs, !
she moaned ''Oh, please forgive me, /
miss, | didn't mean to be sinful. But |
do go away. Do go away and leave him /
TO me. You're pretty, and rich, and ele- /
CANT. but-but-I-T-'
With final despairing sob of plead !
ing, Jessie Mease fell before Miss Cur |
It's in & heap
Help! Help shrieked Miss Curtis,
in alright.
Dave pulled back the door of his bed !
room and strobe out all unnerved. The !
sight of him rather restored the equili- |
brium of Miss Curtis
Mr. Torrey," she said Jelly. Il sup |
pose this is the young woman you en- |
gagged in my place. She's tainted
perhaps from hunger. I'm sure she /
needs work more than I do. Take care /
of her" Miss Curtis strobe away,
naughty and yet tender
Dave seemed paralyZed until the
door slammed hard on her retreat
Then he seized the limp, oddly clad and
thoroughly wet form in his arms
jess, Jessl My heavens, tbs Jess,'
he cried, frantic between joy and fear.
But Jess only mOaned. He laid her
on the divan beside the window. seized
a glass of water and bathed her face
briskly Presently the heavy lids lifted /