The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-12

was with him, with a rest and security
like that the woods gave her. That
alluring, mysterious, terrifying joy-sor-
row that made life for her seem, when
she was with him, just simple ana
sweet. Had he found some great ez-
PLANTATION of it beyond her ken or was
he content because he only slipped over
its surface? When the stress came
upon her. would he be kind and help
less, or would he underestimate
IF l could just once be sure" she
painted, leaning toward him.
"Saloam! Sal-oami Ye come right
in; yell git yer death o. danger out
EN- them night fogs. Don't yer peer
round fer no greens an berries ter
night, fur there amt none
-
The Widow Judd. in bravery of
starched muslin and worked collar,
awaited her daughter on the front
porch the next night. a Whit of the
best company tea fioated through the
open door,
rs it a tea party. Mother"
I'VE walk right en- ter supper jest ez
We be- beamed the Widow Judd.
why, mother! You're a WITCH"
On the hower-decked table was the
white and gold platter holding clear,
bright lettuce, and the Grandma Speary
That was happy week. The Widow
Judd continued to beam on an IN
worthy world; especially upon her little
daughter. and fresh vegetables and
Strawberries continued to adorn the
supper table
How do you get 'em, DEAR" Sa-
loan asked one night.
"Widder Cruisers jug o. OIL" quot
ing a famous meetin' speech of Cap'n
Wisdom Dicky's, and Saloam was sat
isfied.
"Ain't it an awful close night?" Sa-
loan was mounting the stairs to her
little bedroom under the caves. MY
rooms hotter n election. Do let's drag
our mattresses downstairs and sleep
on the keeping room floor"
The Widow Judds voice came SOL
EMMY from the room across the land
ing: "Saloam Augusty, there's been
fifteen o. yer kin buried from tibet fore
room, includin' Greatuncle 'Paphrodi-
tas Melvin, tibet died on a visit here
tn year We wuz born, an I amt goin'
ter hev ct use common eff we stifie"
Conscious of having offered insult to
the family names, Saloam crept into
bed
Deep in the night she woke with a
start. Some one was stealing, inch by
kitchen floor. Horrid tales of tramps
flashed into her memory. She sprang
out of bed and darted into her moth
ers room. The big moon showed an
empty bed with covers neatly turned
back. She hurried back into her own
room, which looked out on the garden.
Her mother was moving across the
moon patch.
rs she going to the well?" MUIR
INJURED the girl.
The figure passed the old sweep and
became part of the shadows under the
apple trees. Saloam snatched a quilt
thrust her feet into knit slippers and
was downstairs and out. Through the
garden toward the barn glided the
widow. and shadowlike followed Sa-
loan, careful not to startle the sleep
walker. Before them, bright in the
moonlight, lay the South Piece. Into
it, climbing the low wall, went the
widow. Saloam saw she carried a
basket She began to step about
among the early peas, picking here a
pod. there a handful. Her face was
toward Saloam for an instant; she was
wide awake, her eyes peered about
sharply, and each time she moved to a
new spot she scuffled the earth with
her feet. When the mess of peas
was complete she crossed to the straw
berry patch and began to work there.
Saloam twisted her 1.-THE body under
the bushes, craWled scratched and
torn, through the blackberries beyond,
and fed. noiseIess as a deer, to the
house. At the door she snatched off
her dusty slippers and darted upstairs.
One idea filed her whirling brain, her
mother must not know she had been
discovered.
The moon sank, the sun peeked over
Lyme hills. and still Saloam lay i'm a
dry fever of misery. Her beloved, re-
vered mother a thief. a hypocrite. a
white sepulchre' SIZE, with her ridicu-
lous complaints for the spring to eat,
had dragged her mother into crime
against the law and mortal sin against
God. Was anyone true? Did Deacon
Starkey lie, and Elder Watrous MUIR
der? 21
my landy laws, Eff We don't look
meachin'r' The Widow Judd faced at
breakfast a white-faced, brilliant-eye
daughter. She herself was as fresh
and serene as the morning. I've eat
some o. them berries tibet wuz lef' last
night; they'll be kinder tasty"
Maybe Ambrose will be down by
the brook Saloam thought as she
started for school. Though she be con-
sumed by fire in her brain, she would
do her duty by Pond Meadow district
and it's future Websters. The thought
of Ambrose had been like strong, cool
wind all that burning night. Somehow.
he could mend the ruin of her world ::
he always had. Then. in a sudden de-
spair, she knew she could not tell AM
brose. Even from him she must pro-
tect her poor little mother. She must