The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-29
A Pleasant Evening
Continued from last week.

morning as I walked into his private
room with a sketch of the proposed full
page. of the zoo.
mo. and I don't want to-" I replied
suIenly.
LET me see your Central park page,
said Jamison in his gentle voice, and
displayed it. 1t was about worthless
as an artistic production. but it pleased
Jamison, as I knew it would.
Can you finish 1t by this after
noon?" he asked, looking up at me
with persuasive eyes.
"Oh. I suppose so" l said YEARLY;
anything else. Mr.. JamisOn?"
THE corpse" he replied. Il want a
sketch by tomorrow-fnished."
What corpse" demanded, con-
trolling my Indignation as 1 met Jami-
sons soft eyes.
There was a mute duel of glances.
Jamison passed his hand across his
forehead with a slight lifting of the
eyebrows.
Il shall want it as soon as possible,
he said in his caressing voice.
What I thought was, Damned pur-
ring pussycat!" What said was,
Where is this corpse?"
In the morgue-have you read the
morning papers? No? Alias you
very rightly observe, you are too busy
20 read the morning papers. Young
men must learn Industry first, of
course. What you are to do is this: the
San Francisco police have sent out an
alarm regarding the disappearance of
a Miss Tuffit-the millionaire's daugh-
ter. you know Today a body was
brought to the morgue here in New
York, and ii has been identified as the
missing young lady-by a diamond
ring. Now 1 am convinced that it ism t,
II IIFIfoy, -
he picked up a pen and made a
sketch of a ring on a margin of that
mornings Tribune.
THAT is the description of her ring
as sent on from San Francisco. You
notice the diamond is set in the center
of the ring where the two gold SER
penis tails cross!
Now the ring on the finger of the
woman in the morgue is like this" and
he rapidly sketched another ring where
the diamond rested in the fangs of the
two gold serDents.
THAT is the difference" he said in
his pleasant. even voice.
Rings like that are not uncom-
mon," said I, remembering that I had
seen such a ring on the finger of the
white-faced girl in the park the even
ing before. Then a sudden thought
took shape-perhaps that was the girl
whose body lay in the morgue!
"Well," said Jamison, looking up at
me. what are you thinking about?"
Nothing" I answered, but the whole
scene was before my eyes, the vultures
broOding among the rocks. the shabby
black dress. and the pallid face-and
the ring. glittering on that slim white
hand
Nothing" I repeated. when shall
go, Mr.. Jamison? Do you want pOr-
traitor what?"
"Portrait-carefui drawing of the
ring, and-er-a center piece of the
morgue at night. Might as well give
people the horrors while we're about
ii.
But" said I, ''the policy of this pa
per"
Never mind, Mr. Hilton" purred
Jamison, Il am able to direct the poll
cy of this paper"
Il don't doubt your are" said an
grily.
Il am he repeated, undisturbed and
smiling; you see this Tuffit case in
terests society I am-er-also inter
ested.'
He held out to me morning paper
and pointed to headline.
I read: Miss Tufit Dead Her
Fiance was Mr.. Jamison, the WE'LL
known Editor"
What" I cried in Mortified amaze
ment. But Jamison had left the room,
and I heard his chatting and laughing
softly with some visitors in the press
room outside.
I flung down the paper and walked
out
1.-THE cold-bloOded toadi' I exclaimed
again and again-"making capital out
of his fiancee's disappearance! Well,
I'm d-nd, I knew he was blood
less, heartless, grip-penny, but I never
thought never imagined" Words
failed me.
Scarcely conscious of what I did 1
drew a Herald from my pocket and
say the column entitled: Miss Tuffit
Found! Identified by Ring. Wild
Grief Of Mr.. Jamison, her Fiance."
That was enough I went out into
the street and sat down in City Hall
park. And, as I sat there, a terrible
resolution came to me: 1 would draw
that ii would chill JamiSon's sluggish
blood. I would crowd the black sha-
dows Of the morgue with forms and
CHASTITY faces, and every face should
bear something in it of Jamison. Oh,
I'd rouse him from his cold, snaky
apathy I'd confront him with death
in such an awful form that, passion
less. base, inhuman as he was, he'd
shrink from it as he would from a dag
ger thrust. OF couse, I'd lose my place.
but that did not bother me, for I had
decided to resign anyway, not having
a taste for the society of human rep
tiles And, as I sat there in the sunny
park. furious. trying to plan a picture
whose sombre horror should leave in
his mind an ineffaceable scar, I sud-
denly thought of the pale black-robed
girl in Central park. Could il be her
poor, slender body that lay among the
shadows of the grim mOrguel If ever
brooding despair was stamped on any
face, 1 had seen it's print on hers when
she spoke TO me in the park and gave
me the letters. The letters! I had not
thought of them since, but now 1 drew
them from my pocket and looked at
the addresses.
Curious" I thought. "the letters are
still damp; they smell of salt water,
too"
/ looked at the address again, writ |
ten in the long fine hand of an educat- |
ed woman who had been bred I'm a !
French convent. Both letters bore the |
same address, in French:
CAPTAIN D'YNIOL.
kindness of a Strangely"
captain d'Yniol," l repeated aloud
'confound it, I've heard that name. |
Now, where the deuce-where in the /
name of all that's queer Somebody I
who had sat down on the bench beside /
ne placed a heavy hand on my Shout