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

he resolved. Neatly dressed. armed
with all the courage he could muster,
Luria made his way 10 the Lampert
home. After a brief exchange Of greet
ings the artist threw out his chest,
stretched his neck as far as he could,
wrinkled his lips into a smile and said,
softly:
Il am glad. indeed, I'm very glad
Glad of WHAT" asked Liza.
Il am glad that We are alone" he
declared with animation, and his I'm
gers were nervOusly dancing upon the
table
But why are YOU glad?"
Liza, he said, with difficulty, as
I though the word had come in spite Of
him; L must tell it to you. I cannot
Liza. I-love-you, Liza. Your eyes
embarrass mine I cannot look you
straight in the face. Oh. wish were
a Heine"-
a Heine?7 she said. with a faint
smile. You artists are queer set-in
/ fact, an interesting set-but, after all,
/ YOU men are all alike" And she began
/ TO sean the photographs in the album
/ before her on the table.
HIIRe, you say2" William exclaimed
/ hotly. No, Liza; you ought to know
/ that all men are not alike. on, if 1
/ could only tel you-if 1 could only
clOthe in adequate expression the pur-
/ ity. the tire Of my love. on. Liza
/ The artist stopped short He was
/ suddenly frightened by his own bold
/ ness and by the tremulous sound of his
! deep voice. He Immediately lowered
/ his flashing eyes. for he felt that to
I meet her gaze at this critical moment
| meant hopeless embarrassment, which
I Z a.
/ terances.
1T is rather dangerous TO play with
/ fire" said Liza, in a low voice. as
/ though speaking to herself. Compose
/ yourself, Mr. Luria," she added, with
an attempt at a soothing smile.
! The artist rose from his seat and
! made a desperate effort to resume his
/ speech. No he cried, "all men are
/ not alike, Liza, swear that I'll prove
/ it to you!-Iny life-my work viii be
/ devoted TO yOu-my aim shall be to
make you happy-LiZa" His soul
I stood in his eyes, waiting. as it were,
/ for look of enCourag cement. But Liza
1 was evidently absorbed in scrutinizing
! the photographs.
"I-lOve-you. His voice sank 10 a
| whisper, and for some reason or other
/ it dawned upon him to go down upon
/ his knees and thus make his proposal
! complete. He was about to clasp her
hand and kiss it passionately with his
| burning lips. when the door bell rang.
| William turned white, and, cIutching
his soft hat with trembling fingers,
began to pace the room with RAPID
| strides. Liza went cut TO open the
door.
Its jeanette" she cried. returning
from the kitchen; shes been playing
in the park with our neighbours chill
dren." When the little girl, bright
| eyed and with flushing cheeks, ap-
peaTed in the doorway, Luria lifted
her in his arms, pressed her close to
his breast and kissed her twice on the
cheeks.
At Liza's suggestion they soon start
ed a game of chess. The artist seemed
uncomfortable and restless. and though
a clever chess player, he now made one
blundeT after another. In the presence
of the child the artist dared not speak
| TO the mother Of his love, but when
jeanette was absorbed by her toys in
the corner Of the room, he said to Liza
in a low voice:
7 should like 10 meet you for an
hour or twO-alOne"
ITO meet me? But you know I can
not meet you outside the hOuse-alOne
Il have to look after my daughter"-
The-idea-is-so-it's a very i'm
portant matter. Can you not spare a
few hours for me?" begged the artist,
choking with tears. Liza was silent
for awhile, lost in thought.
VERY we'll, be it so. III leave her
with my neighbor. Where shall we
meet2" she asked.
! Anywhere YOU please-at any time
most convenient to you"