The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-06-17

dering gypsy, and the nanaeeress Of =
low London pawnshop, had q natural
instinct of delicacy which withheld hor
from forcing the confidence Of one dis
inclined to give it.
Miss Snow was a lady born. as all
Carby's Crescent knew. ard her ur-
bending pride was proverbisl The few
words with which she had checked T4a-
CARS inquiries about the letters en-
Shr1ned II the teapot showed plainly
enough that the subject of the limited
romance was not one TO be touched
upon. Hagar, therefore. kept tie teaD0t
IN the shop, and forebore to call uDOn
its owner.
For some weeks Margaret continued
10 weave her baskets and take them to
the shop which employed her. She went
to church every Sunday morning. ar-
cordlng TO her usual custom, and other
than these outings she remained Sc
Guided in her freezing garnet. In that
year the winter was particularly severe
IN London, and snow fell thickIv before
Christmas. In her desire to save money
tor the redemption Of the teapot Mar
garet denied herself a fire and reduced
The amount Of food she took to as little
as would sustain life. In her thin
clothing and well-worn shoes she went
IN The shop and church amid falling
-Ow and in the teeth of cutting winds.
Naturally, with lack Of clothing. food
and fire, with her weight of years and
emaciated frame, she fell i'll. One
morning rhe did not appear. and the
woman of the house went up TO find
her in bed.
Still, her bold spirit, her inbcrn pri5e.
kept her resOIute to refuse charity, ard
she wOve her baskets sitting up in her
uucklebed, between bouts Of pain and
anguish. In these straits she must have
died but that God in his pity for this
helpless and tortured woman sent IN
angel to aid her. The angel was Ha-
gar, and very practical angel she
proved to be.
Learning from the gossip of the
neighborhCOd that Miss Snow was in.
and remembering the episode OF the
silver teapot, Hagar marched I'D to the
freezing garnet and took charge Of the
old maid. Margaret objected with all
her feeble force, but the kind-heartcd
gypsy girl was not to be deferred from
what she conceived to be her duty.
you are I'll and alone so I must look
after you" she said, throwing q rug
which she had brought, over the poor
woman.
But I cannot pay you. All have CT
value is the silver teapot"
We'll" said Hagar, proceeding to
KindIe q good fire, that is safe in nv
SnOp, so don't trouble about 1t. AS to
the payment, Wen talk about that when
you get better
I shall never get better" groaned
Margaret, and turned her face to the
wall. And, indeed, Hagar thought, that
was true enough. Worn by years Of
cold and privatiOn, MargaTets body
was too feeble TO resist much longer the
inrOads Of disease. When she left her
garnet again it would be feet foremost.
and another London pauper would be
added to the great army Of unknown
dead. With Margaret the sands of time
were running out very rapidly.
Hagar was like a sister 20 her. She
kept her supplied with fire and food and
blankets; she gave her wine TO drink, /
and when she could get away from the
shop she came Oftentimes to sit by that
poor bedside. 1t was on such an occa-
sion that she heard the one romance OF /
Margarets life, and learned why the
love letters-they truly were love let
ters-had been placed in the silver tea
pot.
It was late in December, and the
ground was white with snow. The
shops, even in Carby's Crescent. were
being decked with holly and mistIetoe
for the season Of yule; and, after clos
ing the premises, Hagar had come to
pass an hour with Margaret. There was