The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-11-23

never been pretty, and, on the whole, the
years had been kind to her; she had
gained more than she had lost. Still II
was true, they were middle-aged people
according to the ideas of the world, and
perhaps it was too much to expect her to
understand him SO completely as TO be
able to realize that there were days when
he felt like an ardent boy, in spite of his
sixty years. This was one Of those days
II was not of SOphy, who had been his
faithful wife for more than thirty years,
that he was thinking, as the carriage
drew up TO the door. but of a girl whose
marvellous beauty had won his heart near
~ forty years ago.
The Rev. Francis Hollis had been a de-
voted husband, according to the average
himself with he declared as he went
down the doOrsteps, and yet in all those
years there had not been a time when
the mere mention of this other woman
name had not uuickened his pulses. Safe
at the bottom of a drawer in his study
was her photograph. and deep down ~
the bottom of his mind was the thous ii
of her. Letitia Wyatt was the most Deau-
tiful woman he had ever known and the
most gifted. Her standard had been so
high that she could not think OF MIN Tor a
more lofty pinnacle. Humiiity was not MS
chief characteristic, but he was very
humble whenever he thought OF Leutia
Wyatt.
Frank. aren't you going to kiss me
goOd-bye?'' SOphy asked, running down
the steps after him.
II thought ]. mad He turned and
kissed her with hasty perfunctoriness.
Don't NOPE while 1 am gone Have a
A. the carriage was taking Mr. Hollis
away from his wife, he did not once think
Of her He was fond Of SOphy, more SO
than she imagined or than he realized
himself, but he was going east; and MS
heart was fun of the eNuJanJ happiness
Of a school boy. IL was of that other
woman ne was thinking, and of the time
when he had loved her. nearly forty years
nH he nov
Rev Francis Hollis left a few years OF
his life behind him, until by the time he
reached Eppingham he was ridlculously
young On the station platform he looked
eagerly to the left. The trees had grown;
they made such a bower of yellow and
rcd that he could only catch glimpse
OF the WyaIts' Cfimneys in the distance.
The village, with its white houses and
two slender white spires, mad changed
very little in forty years 10 be , sure:
there were evidences of electric lights
and telephones, and men and women
making their swift way on bicycles
through the sleepy streets; but these
tbines aid little to impair the general i'm
preston of aristocratic conservatism and
peaceful self-satisfaction.
when Mr. Hollis reached the Newman
farm his father-in-law was standing on
the doorstep to greet him. 1t was six
wears since they had met, trititng
space OF time in the life of the octo-
Se1Srian. and his son-in-law could truth
fullv saw, You have not changed in the
least You have learned the secret OF
eternal YOUTH
At guess eternal age would come nearer
it." said the OLD man. You've grown
fIeshy. Frank. and you are getting gray.
That don't seem right in q boy IKE you,
he added. with smile.
Il suppose you viii see the Wyatts
when you are stopping with ClaraY Pc
ter Newhal said after supper, as he and
his son-in-faw were sitting in the prinl
pa-lor that was only used on state occa-
sions.
Il thought I should look them up"
Lucy Wyatt was here in the summer
long with her Sister Deborah. They came
TO buy cow She's real sweet woman
I never could forgive her for the way
ssI'Il own I'd felt kind o. hard to her all
these years" said the old man. but
when / come TO talk with her and to see
her with the same childlike eyes and yell
low hair but so changed in her face;
and when I see the tears come into her
ewes at the sound of my poor boys name.
I felt different And L thought, If she
was TO blame, ] guess she's had her own
plnishment.' But so far as j could find
ont Il was her folk that made the trOu-
ble / kind O. mistrusted all along that
I.etitia was at the bottom of it,
'Letitial I am sure she would never
use undue influence. She is the mOst
conscientious woman ] know"
.'Mebbe you're right. Conscience often
makes folk interfere with other people
Not that 1 blame Letitia. My boy wa, nj
a good match for Lucy Wyatt, according
to Isctitfa's ideas Only what rSled ms
was the cold way they treated him. Well
ii amt no use crying over split milk
What's past is past. Letitia Wyatt is .
rood woman. She is q church member,