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

Margaret, simply; "andC as 7 could not
bear to live poor where I had been we'll
OFT, / left ChTiStChuTCh and came to
London. on. my dear, why should ]
tell you Of the miSeries I enduredI Blind
and poor and fTiendIess. I suffered
greatly, but it was all nothing COM
pared to the suffering of that hour
when John broke my heart. Finally 1
drifted here to earn my bread by weay-
ing baskets. and here I die. Alas! poor
Margaret SnOwT'
And John Mask and his wife?"
They live in the West End, in Berk-
eley square, rich and prosperous, with
sons and daughters by their side Lucy
is the hOusekeepeT. learned it all from
a friend of mine in Christchurch Ali
how happy-hOw happy they arer'
Did you reveal yourself to them?"
mo. Why should Z They would
not care for me to haunt them like a
ghost Of the past They are rich end
hOnOTed and happy"
And you lie here, poor and dyingr'
said Hagar, bitterly.
yes, it is hard-hard. But I must
not complain. God has sent you to me
to make my last moments happy. You
are gOOd-gOOd, my dear You have
done much for me: but one thing more
you must do Open the teapot"
''Whatw cried Hagar in surprise
open what has been closed for thirty
years?"
Yes; wish you to read me Johns
letters before I die. Let me go to my
rest knowing that he loved me once
Tomorrow, my dear, you must do this
for me. Promise"
II promise" said Hagar, folding the
blankets over her. Tomorrow I shall
have the teapot opened. and bring you
the letters-yOUr own and John
Masks"
With this promise she took her leave
for the night, after seeing that Mar
garet was warm and comfortable. In
her own bed, Hagar meditated on the
sadness Of the story which had been
told to her, on the passionate love of
the man for the blind woman, which
had died away so strangely. That he
should have ceased to love Margaret
was not uncommon, as men, particu-
larry when absent. are only too often
prone to forget those they leave at
home; but it was curious that he should
have married Jane IOrrimer a doubt
stole into Hagar's mind as to whether
Margaret had been treated fairly,
whether there might not have been
other reasons for the sudden ending of
her romance than she knew Of For
such suspicion Hagar had no grounds
to go upon; but all the same she could
not rid her mind of the doubt Per-
haps the letters might set 1t at rest:
perhaps all had happened as Margaret
had told. Nevertheless, Hagar was anx-
iouS that the morrow should cOme-that
the teapot should be opened and the let
tiers read. Then she would learn If
treachery and WOman's wiles had part
ed the lovers, or if the story was mere
ly one-as Margaret believed-of a
faithless man and a broken hearted
The next day Hagar left the shop in
charge of BOlkeT, and took the silver
teapot to jeweleT in the adjacent
thoroughfare. He soon melted the SOL
der and opened the lid. Within, be-
meath pile Of dried rose leaves, she
found the packet Of letters, tied I'D
with blue ribbon. There was some
thing sacrilegiOus TO her imaginative
mind, in thus disturbing the relics CT
the dead and done with romance, and It
was with reverent care that Hagar car
RED the teapot and it's contents to the
house in Carby's crescent. After thirty
years of moldering under the rose
leaves these letters, yellow and faded
were restored to the light Of day, and
the woman who had written them when
young and fair was now lying with
cred and dying in the winter of her