The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-11-08

from Miss salome'si But no that shall not be- She
looks ahead TO the happy afternoon singing as she
works.
And now and now the time has come. The dishes
wiped the cat fed ard the fennei picked for the
long sermon tomorrow. She. her very self. IN her
new dotted lawn. walks carefully up hill to the
big house terraced and gravel-paIned- she knocks
timdly the brass ring and the tan coored butler
has ever seen ana She references him greatly re
smiles condescendingly at her as he smiles not
all the country people
IF miss VIII walk up" he says. She goes up the
soft-carpeted stairs the upstairs drawing
She draws a long breath of happiness and wonder
and makes her little courtesy TO Miss Sa-
lone
Out Of the dim delicious dusk Of the room come
slowly the familiar treasures; the high polished desk
the great piano the marvellous service OF delft that
al siIl- and ain and shinin wood the great pictures
in gilt frames In the largest chair sits Miss Salome
fac her silver nigh dressed hair her beautiful hands
sparkling with rings. her naughty mouth her tired,
troubled eyes2 She must have been almost as lovely
as the Princess Angelica But she smiles so sell
dom. She puts out her hand
And what has happened since last Saturday." she
The Child laughs for pure joy To taNc, TO describe
to venture at analysis ask the why and wherefore
to illustrate by gesture as vivid as speech-these
snatches is much, 20 have it demanded, and Tor one
whole afternoon Here is no one TO reprove no one
to blame the idle hands to question the pro
priety of mimicry to insist on her sitting In her
little chair.
Miss salome watches her fitting about the dusly
parlor her reddish gold hair cleaning now against
The delft blue nov against the polished mahogany
she wanders about cuczng for her brood and cooling
over the returned prodigals. She walks across the
room as william does-her souching gait, open mouth,
drawing voice irresisbly perfect she describes tne
shooting star that seemed to her like lost spirit gone
to sorrow and the earth.
TT made me think Of Tucifer. OF the morning,
how art thou TALENT she says solemnly i wonder
how that start felt, Miss Salome2'
There IS a long pause The lady signs
Then. You may read, If you like she says at last
The Chnd's face fushes for JOY. She runs TO the
9rs Lovingly the tree-caIf that covers the precious
qudo mems
curls up on great satin ottoman and smooths the
leaves Where is the FARM Where the peasc Where
Wrarnq They are less than shadows, more unreal
than dreams Her voice trembles she begins;
And now Your highness permitting, snail relate
to your majesty Of the most surprising adventures
ever known to your majesty An lI IS Booo ~
have been a child and perfectly happy
What do children know life she thinks, who
booirs in the world And they own an lands and seas
and DeoDIes VINO own those printed leaves Even Miss
salone does no. know much as the books Even
things why is Miss Salome so good to her? In
heaven VIII they see each other IN my father
mt In Miss saorle's9 VIII the Arabian Nights be
there? When she lifts her eyes from the book they ran
immense peacoeS-feather ran. il gloWs on lhe
wall and the eyes date and trembe and satisfy her
hungry little soul with the color she loves on small
table near her stands sandaI-vyooa cDlnel. l5 5l
sweet smell mingles with the spices and gums OF the
tale and should Genius spring from the cover ana
bow to the ground before them, she would not DE
surprised.
with sigh Of pleasure she releases the princess
and outvits the evil spirit
And now your majesty would care TO listen to
the story Of the Fisherman 49,
'"That is enough" says Miss SalOme Are you
tired?" The Child's eyes answer her
What shah sing2r says the Child Lord
Loven?'"
The Child rises and stands before the great chair.
Her face is raised and serious She knows only bal
lads TO her they opera and symphony In one
She clasps her hands and begins;
Lord Lowell he stood at his castle gate,
Accounting his milk-White steed,
When out came Lady Nancy Bell
I % w
To wish her lover good speed
Her voice rings true bell Miss Salome smiles
She She CARR carries them through fateful verses and
consciously sOfens and saddens her voice at the woe
Miss salome applauds vigorously.
lone more" she begs-
The ChiIds heart grows big with happiness That
she should love and yet with it pleasure othersl
/ r. is too much low She viii make a special prayer
tonight and thank Cod as does grandmother, for
/ unexpected bounty
/ 7 win sing come with thy Lutte " she says. It
/ is a quaint oId-fashOned tune and her voice rises
falls and reaches for the notes with an almost
! pathetic feeling for their beauty
She looks at the lovely lady in the white satin
gown in great gold frame before her- How beau
/ tifuI she must have beeni She died when she was
verv young Her husband shot himself with grief for
/ her She might have sung that song to him-who
knows? The Child chokes and swallows her tears at
The end. of the song and when she looks at Miss Sa
lone she sees that her eyes too. are full Of tears
oh have made you cry! I am sorry--so sorry!"
Miss Salome wipes her eyes
IF L make my guests unhappy they viii not care
/ to come again" she says Ring for Peter dear
/ child" So the Child taps the bell and Peter comes
gravely in with the beautiful silver tray. and
Gutter Of delight the child forgets the song and the
picture. Miss SalOme cuts the dark frosted cake and
dishes glass plates the candied ginger floating in
syrup pOurs cups of real tea. And the Fairy
/ Princess is served with banquet worthy Of her
| dreams Oh. be at last in Miss Salomes mansiOni
The clock chimes for $3.50. Heaven is over. She
brushes the crumbs to little heap on her gilt-rmnled
/ plate
Il must so now think" she says, with obvious
effort. Her hostess smiles
But YOU viii come next week?" she asks A1d the
/ Chd's face lights up
ooh, yes, I'll surely come next week, surely she
replies with emphasis. So she goes around to Miss
SaIomes chair and the beautiful rnged hand raises
I her face and strokes her little freclled cheek
"GOod-by. my sunshine she says The Child
catches the hand in a rush of loving worship and
kisses il.
Il will never be cross to William Searles again,
neverl" she cries II viii be good TO everybodyeven
to stupid people," Miss Salome pinches her cheek
I and laughs
And the Child goes out and down the Steps of the
terrace rapt wondering lifted a height of love and
admiration that keeps her little soul to its sweetest
highest pitch fOrah not the time. beg you'll
The children who are older, how long 90 the glow and
the flush remain with them? They only say,
There will be another! and wait for it well and
4 patiently may be-