The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-12-31
BEYOND WORDS.
Way II Should Have
Done,
(Chicag go NeWs.l

guilty, half triumphant manner in
which Cecilia floated into the room
what had happened if i had not been
stupid. But when she had drawn off
her gloves l had the fact thrust upon
me.
There's no use trying to hide a dia-
mond as huge as that in a room as
small as this / helped her out. I'm
surprised at you, Cecilia. / always in
tended that you should marry Richard
and now you've gone and got engaged
this summer while you were away. It's
most unfairi / am certain 10 disapprove
of him. whoever he is because nobody
on earth is more especially suited to
you than Rich
But Ii was SO romantic" broke in
Cecilia blandly, as though that recti-
fed matters. 1T was funny. too she
went on. Really, you can't imagine
how funny the whole affair was. You
see, | simply wouldn't listen to him.
He was always trying to tell me how
much he cared for me and / got so
skillful i'm changing the subject or in
Producing third party into our little
heart-to-heart chats that the poor man
was righteOusly desperate. When /
think of it now ! can't imagine why
l was SO hateful to him.
He probably deserved all he got"
l remarked. T was still mourning over
my blighted hopes i'll Richards direc-
ton Girls can be so aggravating,
1T was the day before | came away
from the camp Cecilia went on 'They
had all The Injuries of civilization at
that camp. from bathtubs and five
course dinners down to bridge parties,
but they lacked a laundry. We had to
get down on our knees to the natives
TO get any washing done. BY promis-
ing her all my worldly wealth and
humping my head on the ground three
times whenever she approached / be-
guiled one young woman married TO a
well-to-do farmer to attend to my
laundry She had not sent it to the
camp as she had promised. so that Sun
day afternoon l slipped out and walked
the mile to her house.
Il found it locked tighter than Jail
Not soul was at home. l knew my
white linen skirts and lingerie waists
We're lying inside somewhere. neatly
tied up in bundle, and ! simply had
to have them because my trunk went
that evening. / couldn't pry open the
doors with my back comb, because |
tried to do 50 with disastrous results.
All the windows were locked. That is,
till ] discovered one In the kitchen
that ! could move. 1t was Il little win
dow and opened only about fifteen
inches. Now, I'm rot exactly a fifteen
inch persin, but when / found q
kitchen table anchored level with the
window 1 set my teeth and took off my
hat and scrambled into that house.
Il introduced my head beneath the
raised window sash. clutched the table
and by kicking hard with my feet and
grabbing with my hands l wriggled in.
Never mind how l looked when l got
it,
Il began to feel q little like a burg
lar as ] tiptoed around and l felt more
like one when just after 1 had thrown
my bundle out of the window Hiram
unlocked the back door and came in
and caught me. Hiram was the hired
man. He had never heard of or seen
me before, and plainly he never wanted
to see me again.
Il did not blame him for his disbelief
when l told him my story. He went
and counted the plated knives and
forks and hesitated when he found that
they We're all there. Then he invented
a punishment TO fit the crime. He bru-
tally went out again and carefully
locked the door, saying might get out
as / had come in, and, as for him. he
was going to get the folks, who We're
down the road a little way.
see there was no kitchen table outside
of that window to land on. I tried go
ing cut head first and nearly strangled
to death. l tried going feet first and
nearly broke my back. After ! cried
a little and put my pins back in my
hair, / tried going out sideways, both
head and feet emerging at the same
time, the rest OF me being doubled up
like a jackknife. And at that instant
he-the hero, you know-walked around
the corner of the house
81 just glanced at him. I was stuck
and could not bulge. He looked at my
head, nesting close to my patent
leather oxfords in polite wonder, and
then remarked that he had no idea 1
was so timber. He inquired if / did ii
often. Then he began to talk in a leis-
urely pleasant way, as though we were
coInfortab bly, seated i'm the wicker chairs
back at camp. Oh, he took his time. He
rehearsed all the troubles I had made
him from the start, detailed how much
he loved me and deliberately asked me
to marry him. Then he added as an
afterthought, that if I'd be sensible and
say yes. he'd help me out.
Il believe if / had been able l could
have cheerfuIly murdered him on the
spot. But you see, I wasn't able. I
had begun to cry again, so I said yes
as quick as / could. Then he raised the
wretched window two inches higher
and lifted me out. He"
"Hei' l snapped. Hasn't the man
name? Who is this brigand. any,
howe"
ooh didn't 1 tel your asked Cecilia,
with a beautiful imitation of innocence.
why, it's Richard. of course."
Really some girls are beyond words.