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

now all the peace ana pleasure is gone.
1t won't be like home with wicked lit
tie cat like that about the place"
She was pretty. he decided. much
prettier than he had thought her at the
museum. Pretty, and in an open-eyed
cdndid-looking way that did not
rhyme with the disgraceful conduct of
that girl in the wood.
She went away, presently with the
father to garner into sheaves those
loose leaves of notes. Then Neville
heard how she was the daughter OF
Grantham, the great Psychologist. dead
these three years. how she was very
clever at her work very good company.
and altogether 2 dear child But you
mustn't fan IN love with her. Neville, -
the aunt said. and thank heaven you re
not given to that sort of thing"
Thank heaven I'm not, But why
mustn't I?'
Because she's got sweetheart al
ready"
she would have" he told himself. -
sweetheart-half dozen most likely
How | know is that Mr.. MauleveTe
asked her to share his heart and vicar
age-yes-before she'd been here Z
month. l thought it would be very
sOOd thing for her for he's really no.
bad, is he? And she is quite without
means Though she's so well connect
ed, But no. Then l got it out of hes
that there's some one else"
Il congratulate her." said Neville
laZily. The jasmine's late this year.
isn't ito"
The jasmine flowers i'm july" said
the aunt severely. and ! congratulate
him For if ever there was a dear. good.
kind. Unselhsh girl
Then ! congratulate you" he said.
and no doubt it's lucky for me THAI
I'm not given TO that sort of thing.
1t was that sort of thinS'-an un
worldly romance-that had in his teens
caused Neville's relations to send him.
for change Of scene. to southern climes.
In other words. he had gone with one
of Cooks tourist tickets to Egypt. and
there his fathers hobby. hitherto a
sealed and dull-seeming book to him,
had suddenly grown To be the most I'M
portant thing in the world. He had
come back to England. cured OF his pas
sion for poor vulgar AmabeI. with the
red hair, liaXen at the roots. and the
black eyelashes and brows that were
white when the dye was off them. He
came back cured, despising love and
wearing round his neck a charm that q
gypsy woman from the desert had
given him when he had saved her life
from the keen blade Of one who had
had said; lit will keep you from I'M
worthy loves" And tor something
else-had kept him. 1T has a further
power" the woman had added, but
that YOU will learn when the time
comes.
He was not a superstitiouS man. but
he wore the amulet. 1t did not keep
him from the remembrance of an arm
round his neck-lips on his-the shame
less effrontery of a worthless girl.
II hope" said the anunt anxiously,
when the father had gone to his study,
and PhiIomela to her bed. II do hope
you're not going 10 dislike that girl.
You hardly spoke to her all the even
ing"
Didn't -" he said. TN do better
tomorrow
So next morning when he saw her
gown-it was mauve today-among the
little orange trees in tubs that had just
been moved out of the greenhouse on
to the end of the terrace, he went
across the gray crooked flagstones to
her.
Good morning." he said. and he
could hardly have said less.
What a beautiful old place it is
she said pleasantly. II wonder wheth-
err you know how lucky you are to have
been born here"
Its old. certainly he said. land
extremely shabby
That's part of the charm" she said
really rich people never have any
| thing beautiful because they always
pay some one to make il for them. But
look at the new garden. Miss Under
wood and I made that-oh. of course
Sam did the dull digging-but he's as
proud of Ii as we are. We put in all
the bulbs, made the plans and every
thing"
She was talking without a trace OF
embarrassment.
That's true" said he.
And having the drawing room re-
papered. That was an event 1t took
US a week to choose the paper. Now
really rich people who can have their
| rooms papered whenever they like
And the orange trees-you don't know
how we've nursed them all winter II
Miss Underwood could buy new ones
when these died-why they'd be moth
ing"
He liked her voice. he liked the turn
of her head, he liked her eyes-he had
always liked her eys.
II do not like you at all he said in
wardly-'oh. not at all. You shall not
make me like you
But he stayed talking with her in the
l.ttla wood of orange trees till the aunt