The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1908-10-25
CHAPTER XIII.
A Race With Death.
CHAPTER XIV.
On Smoky Mountain.

guess that for him that moment had
held an added panG.
SO the hours had passed, and the sun,
when it rose next dav. shoue on a fresh
ly-creatcd world. The wind no longer
moaued for the lost legends Of the troes.
There was bloom on ever" towcring
bush a song in the throat OF every bird.
She was full Of new feelings that Nl"ld
ed in their sway only TO new problems
that loomed ON her mental horizon. As
the puzzle of the present cleared. the
future was become the all-domlpatlng
thing She know now Tint she had
never hated, had never really ceased 10
love. And Hugh2 Love was not a
mere product OF times and places. II
wgs only the memory that WAS gone, hls
love livcd on underneath. Surely that
was what the yiolin-what the look on
his face saidl When the broken chain
was welded. he would know her; Would
it be chance-somc sudden mental
shock-that would furnish the clue7 She
had heard of such things.
But suppose he did not recover his
memory. In the very nature Of the case.
he must sometime learn the facts of his
past. Was il not better 10 know the
very worst 1T contained now, TO put an
behind him, and face future that held
no hidden meDaceP She alone could tell
him what had clouaed his cereer-tho
thing whose sign and symbol was the
forged draft She carried the slip OF
paper in the bosom Of her dress, and
every dav she took IL out and looked at
it as at some maleilcent relic. IT was n
token of the old buried misery that, its
final purpose accomplished, should no
forgotten forever How TO convey this
truth with AS little pain as might be
this was the pToblcm-and she had
found the solution. Sho would leave
the draft secretly in the cabin, where
he must sec it, 1t bore his own name,
and the deadly word David Stircs 9
cramped fist had written across IT, told
Hugh would not question, II would bo
to him only a detail Of his forgotten llfo
there.
She was glad when late in the after.
noon Doctor Brent came for his chat
with David Stires, and the latted sent
her out for a walk. 1t was Carlanded
day, IA day Of clear blue spaces between
lavender clouds lollng in the sky. and
over all the late summer landscape q
dull gold wash Of the sun. There had
long ceased 10 be for her any direction
save one-down the mountain road TO
whore "A rambling, overgrown path led
to a little grassy plateau with its lut-
ting rock, which was her point of OBJ
servatiOn. She did not keep 20 tho main
road. but chose a short cut through the
thick underbrush that brought her more
| quickly TO the Knob. There she sat
down, and, parting the bushes, peercd
| through them.
All was quiet. No wisp Of smoke
| curled from the cabin chimney, no work
was forward, for Harry had climbed far
up the mountain, alone with his
thoughts. 1t was n favorable oppor-
| tunity.
Jcssica had the fateful draft in her
! hand a she ran quickly down the trail
and across the cleared space to the
| cabin door. Pccring warily she saw that
| both rooms were empty, and, with 4
/ guilty last glance about her. she en-.
! tered smile curved her lips as she
saw the plain nCatness of the interior
/ the secured cooking utensils, the coarse
! Mackinaw clothing hung from wooden
/ pegs, the clean bacon suspended from
4 the rafters \ nail in the wall held an
I old violin, and beneath ii was a shelf
I of books
/ To these, battered and dog cared
novels rescued from tho mildewcd lit
/ ter of the cabin, Harry had turned
/ eagerly in the long evenings for lack
| Of mental pabulum. She took one from
! the mcagcr row. and opened il curiously.
| II was " David Copperfeld,' - and she
! saw with kindling interest that heavy
! lines were drawn along certain of the
| pages. The words that had been marked
| revealed to the loving woman something
! of his soul
/ She looked about her. Where should
| she put the draftl He had left a marker
/ in tho book; h. would open IL again. no
/ doubt. She laid the draft between the
F.. printed leaves beyond the marker. Then,
| replacing the volume on the shelf, she
ran from the door and hastened back
up the steep trail Of the Knob.
Leaning back against the warm rock,
| Tapped in the serene peacefuluess Of the
| spot JcSsica fell into revcrie Never
| LOO. I,.l Ia. Ia
herself boldly; ~ love him! never
till yesterday. Now all was changed
Her thought was tromulous assurance:
"I shall stay here near him day after
day, watching. Some day his memory
viii come back. and then my love will
comfort him. The town will forget il
has hated, and viii come 10 honor him
Sometime, seeing how he has changed
his father will forgive him and take
him back, and We shall all three 20
homo to the white house in the aspeps
If not, then my place will still be with
Hughl Perhaps we will live here. Per
haps a cabin like that will be home, and
| shall live with him, and work with
him, and care for him.
Thus she dreamed-a new day dream
unravaged by the sordid tests OF verify
SO absorbed was she that she did not
hear step approaching over the
springY moss-a sharply drawn breath
as the lntruder stlHed an exclamation
She had drawn her handkerchief acros,
her eyes against the dancing glimmel
of sunlight. Suddenly it dropped tc
her lap, and she half turned.
In the instant of surprise, as Harry 4
look flashed into hers name sprane
unbidden to her lips-a name that
struck his strained face to a sudden
whiteness, ringing in his ears like the
note of a sunken bell. All that wa:
clamoriug in him for speech rushed into
words
You call my name!p he cried. e" You
know me! Have ever been Hugh "a
you2 Is that what your look said tc
me3 Is that why your face has haunted
mel Tell me, | pray you'
She had struggled 10 her feet, hen
hands pressed to her bosom. The sur
prise had swung her from her moorings
Her heart had been so full OF her self
commuuings that now, between the i'm
pulse toward revealmcnt and the warn
ing OF caution, she stood confused
81 had never seen you in the town
before that day sho said. 81 an,
stopping there ''-she pointed to the
ridge above, where the roof Of the sani