The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-04-13

Here he cried. take a knife!
Here's my breast-lzlH me. I've de-
served it, L know If, Liza-but / can
not give up cardplaying-it's in my
blood. Yes. in my blood.
But you must, you must give it up,
Rubinl You have ruined all Of us; see
how you've blighted your life and mine
and little Jennie's." And Liza burst
into tears. Rubin rose to his feet, and,
tenderly stroking her hair, gazed into
her eyes.
wait" he consoled her, softly, with
a ring Of assurance in his voice Liza,
there'u come a time when you'll be
driving around in carriages. dressed in
SILKS and satins, amid luxury His
eye beamed with joy and mis- voice
quivered with emotion.
But I want no luxury Rubin
bread and water, that's enough for me;
indeed, that's enough to make me hap
by. provided peace and harmony are in
the house. But you have been promis-
ing and promising-only to bleed my
heart the more"
Rubin stared at her in suspense. sud
denly his face assumed strange ex-
preston. A fash of furious rage
leaped into his eyes-t.he meek, piteOuS
lamb simultaneously turned into a
mad beast. No, / have not kept my
promises, 1 have not; but have you
kept yOurs2" he roared. hOarsely. My
innocent angel, have you not promised
at the altar TO be faithful to your hus-
band? And is il to keep your vow
that you are receiving that man-that
fool artist-in the house?" He banged
the table with his fist Innocent an
gel. he repeated, sarcastically, BURST
ing into nervous laughter. Liza re-
treated.
You want to know why I have been
inviting that gentleman to the house
Very well, I'll tell it to you! ] have
done il because I could find no one at
home to whom to say a word, no one
who would care to understand me! To
whom shall / pour out my grief? To
my child? She's too young to be taught
suffering She is already suffering too
much. Who would understand my
arching heart? You. perhaps. You
who have caused all that pain and
misery? What can 1 say to you J.?
What can expect to hear from you -
Rubin sank back in the chair, and
az once frightened and sobered by the
determination of her words, he buried
his face in his hands. Sleep fed from
Liza's eyes that night. Nor did Rubin
fall asleep at once, for only at about
o'clock in the morning Liza heard the
measured breathing of her husband in
the adjoining room.
No one knew that William Luria S
heart was broken ever since Liza had
bestowed upon him the caressing smile,
He loved her, partly because she had
aroused his sense of pity by her tale of
misery and partly because, by taking
him into her confidence and by smiling
upon him so tenderly, she seemed to
pity him-and William LHria had ever
felt that there was not enough COM
passion and sympathy accorded to him
in this woNd. Liza, he thought, IN
derstood him.
Thus intoxicated with love, William
lived in a world of dreams-a world
wherein the image of Liza reigned SUI
/ preme. At his work in his poor little
studio on Fourteenth street he sang
! in sweet forgetfulness, songs without
words, but bubbling with tender senti-
ment and hope, and in the evening
/ when his work was over. he was fire.
+ quently seen roaming for hours past
: the house where Liza lived.
At first the artist could not reconcile
I love with the thought of rent and gas
{ and the butchers bills, but finally
| oveTpOwered by the fear lest he should
/ appear in Liza's eyes as too much Of q
/ dreamer and too little of the practical
man, he fortified himself with a plar
/ based on careful calculations in dollars
and cents and started out one after
noon to pour out his love to Liza
/ First, of course. the artist-the lover
must speak, and then, If necessary
the business man may have his say