The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1908-11-08
SATAN SANDERSON.

Stires calling. She turned and rar
quickly up The long hall to his open
door.
The sight of his face at first startled
her, for it was held captive of emotion;
but Ut was an emotion OF Joy, not of
pain. A letter fluttered in his grasp
He thrust it into her bands.
"Jessical he exclaimed. "Hugh
has paid it, He has sent the five thou
sand dollars, interest and principal, to
the bank. to my account, -
For moment she stood transfixcd
The talk she had mechanically heard
leaped into significance, and her mind
ran back TO the hour when she had left
the draft at the cabin. She caught the
old man s hand and knelt by his chair,
laughing and crying at once.
~ knew-oh, / knew!'' she cried,
and hid her face in the coverlet.
..It is what l have prayed for, - he
voice. .'I said 1 hoped would never
see his face again, but was bitter then,
He was my only son, after all, and he
is, your husband. ] have thought it
all over lying here
Jessica lifted her eyes, shining with
n great thankfulness. During these last
few days the impulse 10 tell all that
she had concealed had been almost IT.
The secret sho had repressed so long
came forth in rush of sentences that
left him mute and amazed.
f'I should have told you before,
she ended, "hut I didn L know
wasn't sure" She broke down for
very JOY.
lie looked at her with eyes un-
Jessica.'' he said, Everything from
the beginning!'
She drew the shade wider before the
open window, where he could look down
across the two miles of darkening To-
iage to the far huddle of the town
q group of toy houses now hazily in
distinct-and, seated beside him, his
hand in hers. poured out the whole. She
had never framed il into words; she
had pondered each incident severally,
apart, rs it were, from its context. Now;
with the loss of memory and tho pitiful
struggle of recollection as back
ground. the narrative painted itself IN
vivid colors to whose pathos and mean
ing her every instinct was alive, Her
first view of Hugh, the street fight and
the revelation Of the violin-thc part
rescue of the child-the leaving of the
draft in the. cabin, and the strange
sleep-walking that had so nearly found
a dubious ending-she told all. She
did not realize that she was revealing
the depths Of her own heart without
reserve, If she omitted to tell of his
evil reputation and the neighborhood 8
hatred, who could blame' She was a
woman, and she loved them both,
Dusk came before the moving recital
was finished. The rose of sunset grew
over the trellised west, faded. and the
gloom dcepened 10 darkness. prlcked by
stars. The old man from the first had
scarcely snoken. When she ended she
could hardly see his face, and waited
anxiouslv 10 hear what he might say.
Presently he broke the silence.
sHe- was young and irresponsible,
Jessica.'' he said. "Money always
came so easily. He didn't realize what
he was doing when he signed that draft.
He has learned a lesson out in the
world. 1t won't hurt his career in the
end. for no one but you and ] and one
other knows it. Thank God! II his
memory comes back
"Oh, it willl' she breathed. CIT
must That day on the Knob he only
needed the cluel When ! tell him who
[ am, he will know ne. He viii rcmem
Der it all. | am sure-sure Will you
let me bring him to you'' she added,
softly.
"Yes." he said. pressing her hand,
tomorrow. l shall be stronger in the
morning
She rose and lighted the lamp, shad
ing it from his eyes.
''Do you remember the will, Jessi-
ca a. he asked her nresently 'fThe