The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-04-28
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Why should you WISH" she demand
ed. "to dig up dead things? Let them
lie They-wouldn't look well in the
light. and-you'd be uprooting roses
and things, maybe, that had grown
ABOVE. the speech, in black and
white, had a florid, over poetical ring.
but she had way Of saying Just such
whimsical, oddly conceived things, in
any mood, and somehow they came
from her with perfect naturalness.
-Warehan gave a little gentle laugh.
The speech had been so like Betty.
Dead?" said he, following her whirn.
why not laid away in lavender and
orris? Dead. Betty? There's nothing
indecent In peeping into old boxes,
reading old letters But the woman
shook her head, fruwnfng. then laughed
for a moment, an angry laugh, as it
were of anger at herself.
That was very silly Of me-" she said
sharply; ''very silly and a bit melo-
dramatic. 7 fancy TIM in fit of nerves
through not sleeping too well. Come,
well start all over again." She put out
her hand to him. smiling.
Good morning, Larry" she said.
I'm very, very glad to see you. 1 was
a beast to be nasty when we met last
evening. I was-surpTised, that was
all. Larry, it must be-nearly two
years since we've seen each other
Yes?"
twenty-five months" he said
Come, Let's get out of this. The sun
is growing hot here. Shall we walk
over to that belt Of woodland yonder?
] came upon a particularly jolly spot
there an hour ago. There's q spring,
and fallen tree and a bank of fresh
turf"
They crossed the intervening stretch
of open field and entered the shade of
the trees. from under which the lower
growth had been cut away, and came
at last to a squirting, bubbling spring,
where moss and watercress grew, and
where there was a great fallen tree
trunk, half overgrown, and a clear
space of green turf The sunlight
came through the thick leaf shelter
overhead in stirring flecks of gold like
light shining through stained glass
into dark room.
'Oh, beautifulr' cried Beatrice Crom-
well. 'Oh, beautiful, Larry What is
i Immediately think of? What is it
Z this place so oddly recreates?" Then
she cried out suddenly:
''Ciamart" And at exactly the same
instant Wareham said it too.
"Clamart," she cried. 1.-The Mendon
wood, near the Fontaine de Sainte Ma
rie'" And the two stood nodding at
each other and laughing excitedly, like
two children who have guessed a puz-
zle.
CLAIMANT she said presently under
her breath. What heaps of recollec-
tionsl" Then she turned TO the man
beside her, still smiling absently:
Let's talk about 1t. Larry" she said
You know. I'm very proud of you. 1
feel that sort of small proprietorship
I'm you that one feels who has known
Intimately any great man. When peo-
pie rave to me over your pictures / al
ways want to cry out Why, I knew
him long before any of the rest of YOU
did You can't tell me anything about
him. 1 talked with him about that
very picture before 1t was painted
There's some of me in it That's what
I always want 10 say to Them
"Oh, please, pleased" protested Ware
ham. reddening. and the woman
laughed again. please. don't let US
talk about me. he begged. IL feel
such q fool. Let's talk about Clamart
and-us. Do YOU refnenber@s'' And
then they were OFF upon that endless
river of "reminiscences which engulfs
two people neW-met after long separa-
ton.
Wareham had not forgotten the task
to which he was pledged. He kent il
said to himself, it could wait. There
was no great hurry. This barking back
to old days was very delightful 1t had
a tender. half sweet. half sad flavor
an autumfiike flavor, as he nut it
which moved him. Also he was aware
with a duh surprise, that the strong
attraction. the magnetism which this
woman's presence had used to throw
over him was oddly potent even now.
with whom he had had the rather Sc
rious affairs which he liked to call fir
tations. They reused in him a certain
self-reproaeh. an uncomfortable sense
of regulated obligation They affect
ed him IKE the sight of Iong-unpaid
bills and the sensation was so strong
that no other had power beside it. This
time, however. the other sensation
burned brightest. The embers. hidden
among dead ashes. awakened to flick
er of warmth and blaze.
Still he made a weak effort to do
what he had set out to do.
'I would to God. Betty" he said bit
terly, that in those days of ours
those days when you loved mel had
been more worth your love. l would
to God I'd been nearer what you
thought was. 7 was a bad lot, my
dear. rotten bad lot. even then-ret-
ten 10 the core. Inc woman gave 2
sharp exclamation, half under her
breath. It was not a word. only an in
articulate cry. 1t might have meant
almost anything. But Wareham did
not look at her. He went on speaking.
'I can admit il now" he said. "You-|
don't care now. Our game of hearts is
done with-at least you've done with
it," He could not helD that 1t fairly
said itself All Betty if il weren't
done With" That said itself, too. In
some extraordinary fashion the thing
was getting out of hand. away from
his control. A fever beyond his ken
WAS beginning to shake in him and he
was frightened.
He looked up and Betty Cromwell's
face was very white. dead white. and
her eyes seemed unna turally great and
black and burning, and tears brimmed
in them. This, too, might have meant
II not quite anything. at least several
things, but TO Wareham the meanings