The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-09-06
1.-THE BRIDE OF
THE YELLOWSTONE
BY FRANK LOWELL NELSON.

The man was English: that was evi
dent at first glance. Moreover he wa.
or that ubiquitous type OF sneering
fault-finding Britisher whose favorit,
uprSe has won him, in the far east
the opprobrious title of "I.imejuicer.
The woman-well. we had more diff
nculty in classifying her. The accent
and the clothes were English beyont
the possibility. of the most charitable
error. But the piquant, sad face, tn,
soulful brown eyes. the cheeks of dari
but wholesome and even color, the full
RED lips. the small and delicately nodded
features. these We're legacies of French
ancestors, more likely tokens of thai
conglomerate strain now called the
American type; but English, never.
of course, being men. II was the
woman who first and more greatly in
terested Carlton Clarke and myself
when we encountered the couple. the
nrst morning out OF Chicago. on the
observation platform of the Los An
geles limited The interest was par
donable for. although on this long
planned vacation TO Uncle Sans
amusement park, the Yellowstone, we
had promised ourselves to forget abb
solutely all mysteries and their solu-
lion. telephatic. occult, deductive OF
otherwise. we could not refrain from
indulging in a little harmless specuia-
ton concerning the only two persons
in the trains company who seemed 70
possess any possible degree of human
interest
AcQuaintanceshlps are not so neces-
sary nor so easily formed on a trans
continental train as on a transatlantic
liner. and so we made no effort to
penetrate the reserve with which Lord
and Lady Labels" the title their lug
gage suggested to us, chose 10 surround
themselves. Nor was their reserve more
impenetrable than our own.
True, had We so wished we might
have broken the ice with my lord con-
corning certain prize fight soon to
take place in San Francisco between a
famous negro and an equally redoubt-
able Danish-American and which we
heard him excitedly discussing with
George, the porter. But even had we
not been sufficient unto ourselves ]
would have been loath to dispel the
aura of mystery with which l had
invested the lady of the piquant face
and the dreamy eyes.
They're from London. They cam.
by the Cunard line. That much is clear
from their luggage" remarked Clarke
Moreover. they made a hurried trip
again. according to the labels, and ]
am inclined TO believe the woman ac-
quired her clothes and her accent In
this snort space of time for ! will stake
anything she is American. The man is
crook, If know anything of physiog-
nomy. i can't say Just what is wrong.
but the overmastering characteristic in
his face is greed. But I've satisfied
your curiosity and hope you will leave
me to my book
But Clarke had not satisfied my curl
osity concerning the Ill assorted pair.
He had whetted II, and something in
the piquant face of the woman appealed
to me In manner I would have found
difficult to analyze.
We had the drawing room, and the
couple OF mystery the state room adj
joining II. Consequently we frequently
met them face to fame in the narrow
passageway while on our journeys to
and from the dining car or the observa-
Ton car. These meetings were matters
or silent formality in which we fat
tened ourselves against the polished
mahogany woodwork TO allow them to
pass And / could not help but notice
that whatever the order in which thew
approached the passageway, the hus-
band always fell back and compelled
his wife to proceed. 1t might have been
mere politeness. but why did he always
take the lead except when passing us?
And why did he watch her head so
closely to see that II turned neither TO
the right nor to the left?
We passed thus many times during
the hrst day OF the journey and only
once- was the usual order reversed.
Then the husband was so far in adj
vance that to have waited would have
been to make his object too apparent
Or else he forgot his vigilance for the
moment and passed us looking straight
ahead and not acknowledging our pres
ence by as much as a thank YOU
The wife followed. her eyes to the
floor. AS she came opposite my elbow
she raised her head and gave me a look
full in the eyes. a look so full of help
less appeal that it startled me. 1 could
dc no more than slightly bend my head
when the man glanced suspiciously
around. The eyes Immediately fell to
the floor again and the incident was as
IL II had not happened.
The English couple were Just coming
from the diner. We We're on our way
there in response TO the last call for
dinner. We had the diner practically
TO ourselves and I lost no time In tell
ing Clarke of the incident in the pas
sageway.
There's something wrong there,
Clarke. I'm sure of It."
There certainly is when a pretty
wife gives handsome fellow like you
a rapid fire glance in a dark passage
way" banteringly returned Clarke.
NO." I returned earnestly There is
seriously wrong. She needs
our help in some way and it's up to us
to find out. There's a mystery there
10 be solved"
MY dear Sexton" yawned Clarke.
Cant you divorce yourself
from the idea of work? This is a va
cation. IL you must have material for
what you call your literary efforts, wait
until we get to the park and then write
a guide book of the Yellowstone From
those / have read, i am sure there is
a crying need for a good one. / admit
the woman might be interesting were
she alone, but the man is impossible
and as family / refuse to be interested
In them"
1t was only half an hour afterward
that Clarke changed this view entirely
and found himself so vastly Interested
In the mysterious English couple that
our vacation. the Yellowstone and
everything else paled into insignifi-
canoe.
1t was sitting hot and when we had
finished our dinner we found the OBJ
servation platform. the only place of
comfort, already crowded.
Let's go to our quarters where we
can shed our clothes. turn on the cleo
trio fan and be comfortable" I sue