The Lehi banner. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1891-1917, 1907-11-21
WITH THE EYES
OF DREAMS
By PAULA HERBERT.
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same. Did YOU think could not fo-
tice the difference even in your let
tiers? You have changed toward
me-
His tone was deeply reproachful.
The girl smiled without looking at
him, and the man frowned.
"What is it?" Byron repeated.
slave ! changed?'
"No, it is l."
Byron's manner changed. els it
that YOU don't love me any more?'
he murmured.
Rosamond did not whisper as she
would have done once. She looked
at at him now with cool. half-puz-
zled ewes.
"I'm afraid that is it, she said.
"But why?' he groaned 'You
did love me once"
She looked back into the fire
again, and its dancing light lent her
mystic radiance.
"What have | donc?' he demand
ed. "0Nhy have You changcdy Is it
the influence Of this woman who
fancicd YOU so much ?"
a year before he had met Rosa
mond, she barely Is, he past 30, and
marked her for his own to have and
to hold.
She would have married him in a
month had he urged her, but took
advantage Of Alicia Barry's timely
offer to winter in San Francisco.
lie knew that she would meet men
at Alicia Barry's, but he was so sure
Of his own power over her that he
f.I' % hardly worth while to veto the
scheme. For the first few months
her frequent letters were as he de-
sired, then quito gradually there
came a change. The dreams re-
manned, but they were no longer
wholly Of Baron in the pose of a
modern Galahad they had become
vague, impor-onaI, cropping.
1T hasn't been so long," she said
meditativcly, only see YOU nov,
and before looked without seeing
at all. ] am afraid that don't care
for you any more in that way. You
see, was so very Young when | met
you, and had never known any
men before nor been loved, and
didn't understand, ! just felt And
then she paused, continuing almost
to herself, could it have been the
drcams?" Then, with impulsiye de-
termination, "Ah, You must release
ne"
"No" Byron's impatient gesture
Of dissent was stopped in mid-air by
the entrance of Alicia Barry and
man whom she briefly introduced as
Philip Heron, architect.
The men clasped hands with in
stinctiye dislike Alicia's own
greeting was not affectionate; al
though they had known each other
for years. there had always been q
mutual antagonsm
Alicia Barry was a tall, pale wo-
man with weary eyes, who painted
passable pictures limiting Of en-
bryo genius, and wrote fantastic
tales which critics spoke of as prom
ising greater things. Byron's face
told her the state of affairs between
him and Rosanond and she was
pleased.
Alicia and Heron settled them
selves calmly as though they were
quite unaware q spelling a tetc-a-
tctc, and Rosamond returned TO her
almost rapt contemplation Of the
fire.
Alicia made a few commonplace
remarks to Rosamond, as if rccog-
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breaking the dream in which she APP
pcarcd to be engrossed Heron
watched her, too, and he and Alicia
exchanged a glance Of mingled OK
pcctuncy and solicitude.
Heron spoke gently
"You are dreaming again tonight,
Miss Trinc,"
Rosamond looked up with a smile
tho smile that was her greatest
charm.
- did have an odd dream last
night she confessed.
lnyoluntarily her troubled eyes
turned 10 Byron's sullen face "What
did You dream Alicia asked
ooh, the dream" Rosamond
laughed. 81 thought that ] was
dead and dressed in flowing white
robes. II seemed that | belonged 10