The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-30

had laid away the jingling housekeep-
ing keys and Joined them on the ter
race.
Then she went to her work in the Ii
brary. He strolled in presently. to talk
over the book with his father
You won't mind Miss Grantham
staying with us?" said the father ''She
can take down everything you say in
shorthand-and as she'll have the whole
TRANSFERRING of the book to do"
| "Of course-of course" said Neville
! In the course of that morning he
| found out that Miss Grantham was not
only pretty. but clever. That she knew
more about his special subject than any
woman he had ever met.
! Curious" he said TO himself. as he
! strolied in TO lunch. Curious how |
dislike that girl
| Dislike her he might. but it was i'm
possible not to talk to her. as it is not
| to answer an amiable and intelligent
| child. Not that she was childish or even
| childlike, but she seemed so unconscious
| of any reason why she should not talk
| to him. And there were so many
| things to talk about. Te book the
garden. the old house. the growing
| glory of spring putting on the vest
ments of summer. the brasses in the old
| churches. the new green of the aspens
| in the churchyard
| II was one day when the haze of
| great heat turned the woods blue and
the far hills violet that they stood by
1 the broken balustrade of the terrace
and looked out over the fields of bow
! cred grass dimpled by the wind
| Her eyes were fixed on the wood-the
| wood.
| Il wonder" ne said suddenly and
| quite without meaning to say it, why
YOU bushed so when my aunt intro
| duced me to YOU.
| She blushed again now and turned
| her face away to gaze down the I'M
even line of the gray parapet.
| why was ito" he urged
Il did hope you hadn't noticed" she
said.
Noticed? My dear Miss Grantham.
it was like a regiment of soldiers in the
sunlight. No one could have helped
noticing it. Was it surprise at seeing
| someone else there having tea %
| He gave her that loophole because
| suddenly he found that he was sorry
| for her. After all, she had done him no
harm. Save for that one shocking in
. cident in the wood she had been to him
! all that girl should be to a man in
! whose fathers house she is a welI-paid
| servant and an honored guest She had
been courteous, dignified, useful, anus
ing
! No" she said. avoiding the loophoe
lit wasn't surprise. because of course
| knew you were coming. But | didn't
know it would be you"
He wished then very earnestly that
he had not begun To ask questions.
"Oh. never mind" he said quickly. 1T
doesn't matter
Il don't understand" she said
1t was an impertinent question"
| No. no., she said eagerly I've
often wanted To tell you. | knew you'd
noticed me blushing in that insane
| way. 1t was because | met you once
AT the British museum-of course you
don't remember ii"
But of course | do" he interrupted
! II hoped you wouldn't" she said
| because | stared at you. | really
honestly didn't know I'd done it till
! afteTward. I stared at you for quite
long time-and then-when / saw you
at tea on the lawn here-I remembered.
and | hoped you wouldn't
But why did you stare at me as
you call tin the museum, ! mean"
Il don't know" she said very earnest
~. Il can't think II was as if I'd
seen YOU before and been looking for
you. and then suddenly there YOU were
I believe / expected you TO shake hands
It was As if We were old friends. 1t
does sound most fTishtfully silly. Do
You think one ever has moments when
one is quite mad?"
u do he said. earnestly Il do in
deed: I've had moments when I've fan
cied the most extraordinary things. But
they've not been true he added stout
ly. any more than it was true that
we'd met before that day at the mu-
scum"
Are you sure we never met before
at a dance or anywhere? Oh. yes. |
use To 90 to heaps of dances before ia
ther-When father was here. Are you
sure that we never met before"
quite" he said Il should never
have forgotten il if we had" His tone
was one she had never heard.
And now ne was quite certain that
the hollow in the wood and the sleep
ing blue figure and the round arm and
all the rest of il had been only a vision
queer and unaccountable but still d
vision. The certiture made new
heaven and new earth for him. How
could he ever have thought that she,
she who was all that a mans ideal lady
should be, could ever have put an arm
around the neck of stranger and
but why so over the silly tale again
The silly tale. however. sang itself to
him day and night like a song of the
Joy of all the world He had felt her
and all his visions now, sleeping and
waking, were of a time when he should
touch those lips again.
He and she and the father worked
hard at the book. often late into the
night. but there were golden mornings
and silver evenings when the garden
was gray in starlight and the white
moon fell into the river and lay there
looking up at her reflection in the deep,
calm sky.