The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-12-13

seeming to make nothing strange out of
my presence L must have tainted.
/ Tell me, is he safe2''
As gently as / could j told her every
thing. look of great relief came into
her face when she learned the deception
regarding her father. She did not seem
to realize the danger to herself, so great
was her joy at learning that it was a
mistake about the judge. But, as the
full situation dawned upon her. she
covered her face with her hands and
wept.
"Oh, The disgrace of it" she sobbed.
"Oh, whatever shall / do? You are so
kind SO kind, but how can 1 ever ex
plain it?'
I treasured her. but she continued TO
| cry as if her heart would break. /
gathered enough from her broken SEN
fences to feel that her gravest appre-
hension about the adventure was that
some breath of it might reach her
lover.
1t has always unnerved me to see a
woman cry, and especially as pretty a
woman as was Miss Maynard, and /
fear that 1 did a poor job of comfort
ing her. 1 blundered along telling her
about everything, and wound up with
the information that Mr.. Gordon was
in the front room. that he knew every
thing about it. l went further, and
broke faith with Gordon and told her
that l was sure Gordon was madly in
love with hem. This did more to COM
fort her than all my disconnected at
tempts.
She blushed rosily and hid her face,
but there was no convulsive sobbing ac-
companying it, and took this as a good
sign AS she sat there, unconscious of
my presence, with her pretty face hid
upon her bowed hands, stealthily
slipped out of the room and Joined Cor
don.
Look her. young man." 1 blurted
out as he advanced to meet me, his face
drawn with anxiety, that little woman
back there loves you, and if You don't
go back there and tell her how much
you think of her you are the lowest
scoundrel unhung"
He didn't resent my speech, but
sprang through the doorway like run
ner at the report of the starters pistol
When | got to the door of the library |
for l was not as quick as Gordon, / saw
Miss Maynard look up from her bowed
hands. A redder blush than 1 had ever
seen suffused her face. She arose I'M
and Gordon swept her into his |
arms, her head dropping conf1dingly |
upon his shoulder.
As l turned away I heard someone |
coming clumsily up the stairway. 1 |
rushed to the door and found four of |
friends laboriously lurch- |
ing up the steps. They showed some |
at seeing me, and more when |
tersely, and, ! fear, rather impolitely |
told them that Hammond had left the |
city suddenly and that there would be |
no game that night.
While we were talking three others of |
The invited gamesters Joined U.S. l dis |
cd Oh rrv1fI w IL l.
caution TO follow them down the steps |
and see that they left the neighbor-
lood.s
Then / went back to look after Miss II
and Gordon. made it a point
% approach them noisily. They were
sitting on the couch looking at each Il
'ther with that light in their eyes that II
'nly lovers can conjure up. They
greeted me cordially and Miss Maynard n
Flushed a good deal. She thanked me
10 prettily for what I had done that / Il
flushed a little myself and stammered
tut a protest, in which denied that i
lad done anything worth mentioning.
But she would not have it, That ras-
al Gordon had been magnifying my
lelp outrageously and she believed ev-
Try word of it,
Gordon didn't let any grass grow I'M
Ter his feet. When we took Miss May
idiu HOlHe Lndl HlSnI ne waited on her
mother and stepfather and secured their
onsent. They were married soon after
ward, and while they were on their
'ridal tour Gordon's older brother died
nd he became the next in succession to
he title.
That was a good many years ago and
his note is from Mrs. Gordon, though
hat is not her name now, for she has
'een Lady Somebody since the earl
led, asking me to visit them at their
ountry place in the old country 1t is
rare old castle, have heard. and the
INVITATION is so sincere and so very
rgent that I think 1 will have to ac-
ept it.
He paused as if the story was An
shed, so / asked: What became of
he senator's son?''
"Oh, of course. l had forgotten him.
Veil, he escaped from the bathroom
Ihile l was reviving the young lady.
hat was the last of him in Washing
On. He drifted out west and was killed
4 barroom brawl in Arizona
Copyright, 1908, by w. G. Chapman
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