The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-04-28

/ When she came to the end of the tree
! trunk she got somehow to her feet. but
| Wareham, shaking and stamnlering,
/ was close upon her and caught her
hands in his.
.'Win you come. Betty? Will you
| Gomez" he cried. All such a life veil
4 havei VIII you conner" Then she
screamed and thrust him away from
her with all the strength she had. and
she was a tall, strong woman, stronger,
probably, than he He fell. twisting
and stumbling, and caught himself by
the branches of a nearby shrub.
/ "Oh, you-you beastr' said Beatrice
Cromwell. "Oh, you-beastI If / were
strong enough, if I'd a weapon here I'd
Il think l should try TO kill your She
| looked at the man crOuched against the
shrub, staring lividly up at her, and
her white face twisted in a sort of par
oxysm of shame and rage She was so
terribly angry that she could hardly
! speak.
ITO think that I could ever have
| loved such a thing!'. she said. You
eowardly, lying, play-acting thing. l
cannot call you a man. That is a word
you never knew the meaning of. oh, to
think / once-loved you, you cur, you
Sinking, pretending curt" She did not
raise her voice. SIZE could not. She
was so intensely angry that the words
came from Ter in an odd, low, jerlxy
voice. terribly distinct, but without ex-
preston. She wrung the hands his
hands had touched.
Wareham stumbled to his feet,
breathing hard.
Il didn't thought you'll didn't
known he said, looking to right and
left Forgive me, Betty l was"
Thought she cried. What right
have you TO think anything about me?
What right have you TO come to me
with your contemplate thoughts-to
beg me te go away with you2 Why?"
she said, in a sudden flare of passion.
''Why2 For heavens sake, why? Why
come to me?''
That stung him into Swapping back:
''Why not2" he sneered. You don't
give a hang for your husband" For
an instant she looked at him in ST.
ience.
May 1 ask your reasons for thinking
that?" she inquired presently in level
tone. .-s..
Never mind my. reasons said he.
Its true, isn't it2'
'Ohr' said Beatrice Cromwell wiring
ing her hands in sort of still fury.
"Oh, IL / had my husband here, /
should ask him TO thrash you till you
couldn't stand or speak-and he'd do
it! Not love him? / love him SO much
more than 1 ever loved you, SO much
more than I ever knew anybody could
love anybody else that II cannot
speak 1t at all. / cam OF measure. Oh,
there are no words for it, Love him.
Why. there is no other such man in all
Gods world, nor ever has been! Youl
You're not fit TO look at him, to wear
mans image in the same world. Do
you know what he did? He begged me
to marry him, and / wouldn't. ] hon=
estly thought 1 was going to die. My
heart had been-broken. / had no
faith left in any human being. : I
thought was going to die, and ( hoped
to die. / told him SO. told shiTg l
could never love any one again, that
1 could never be anything but hope
less, heartleSS, embittered wreck
something best left alone to die by it
self. And in the face of that, believe
if1g that / would never love him. he
begged me. again and again and again,
TO marry him, until / did,. That's the
sort of man ne is. That's what a man
can be. and 1 never knew it. Love
l1im2 Why, T. All, what's the good
OF talking about such love as that be-
fore you? You never in your life loved
anything but your miserable self. What
should you know"
Wareham stared at her under his
brows.
81 don't understand" he said duly.
IF you're so precious fond-if you
love him like that, why don't you tell
him? Why don't you let him know"
That was a slip. That incriminated
Cromwell, If the woman had not been
too Self-absorded to notice.
I'm afraid" she said. Somehow
Tm-afraid. lists such big thingI
What if-what if he has-stopped car
ing? Alb, it's such a big thing. It's
all my life to me. I'm afraid
Then at last there seemed to flicker
up in Larrabee Warehain a tiny be-
lated spark of decency, of unselfish-
ness, of generosity.
IL think 1 should tell him if 1
were you" he said gently. 81 think
you'll find he has not stopped caring.
Yes, ] should tell him If 1 were you
He paused a moment, looking toward
her furtively, out of the corners of his
eyes, and he made as though he would
sfeak again. Then he turned and went
away through the trees, not looking
backward.
Presently the shrubs near by parted
and Cromwell came out from them into
the open space beside the spring. His
wife stared at him, white and still.
'.I-heard, he said, very low I've
notwithstanding. Oh, yes, ii was vile
of me- il you ike it, bat I'm glad, At
first it was accidental, 1 didn't know
you were here. Then heard you say
something, and, instead OF going away,
/ stopped and listened. I've been lis
tening for nearly ten minutes, should
think" He raised an unsteady hand to
his dry lips, and the firm hold he had
been keeping upon himself seemed to
break.
Bee, Bee" he cried. rs it true?
Oh is it true?''
The woman came to him very slowly,
n-eheeked-she would not meet
his eyes-and she laid her face upon his
breast with an odd, quick gesture like
a little child laying rs head in its
mothers lap and she began to sob.
Cromwelfs arms went around her in a
flash. so tight that she cried out, in
the midst of her sobbing, but il was
fierce, siad little cry, as If she were
glad to be hurt.
rs it true. Bee?'' he said again, with
his lips in her DARK hair