The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-01-17

weep. when / think how young We Dotn
were. fatally tongue-tied with the IN
experience of youth. He said gTaNsiy
No need for thanks. It is always
pleasure to DO a service to holy Sis
ter And to me. hanging his head. ne
said with an adorable CONFUSION;
sMadenaoiselle-I wish you And
then. as I had nothing To help him:
'Adieu, mademoiselle.' He raised MS
hat. and, with a heart like lead, FOL
lowed sister Ruth into the cabin
The vessel put back Immediately in
an attempt to make up for the LOST
time. and in "A few moments / felt the
tossing OF the waves. Then, lnoeeo'
something seemed 10 break within me-
and I rushed up on deck. wild reso-
luton in my heart. But il was 100
late. the zaugplank was up and already
several feet Of sparkling water lay De
tween me and the shore ] felt desper-
ate like an animal trapped, and ran 10
the prov This was near the pier, ana
not far from the group Of recently dis
embarked passengers. Needless OF by
ISLANDERS. put my whole force into my
voice: Monsieur 1 called, Monsieur!
He sprang from the cluster OF men
and ran eagerly down the wharf. 1
could see his face was all glowing with
emotion. The vessel was drifting away
But I hesitated. fetteTed and bound Dy
convention. What could 1 do? What
had 1, after all, to say to him? ] hearN
Sister Ruth's astOnished voice calling
me, and an inspiration struck me.
Monsieur, ecoutrez!' I shouted.
Monsieur. au revOiri' / don't know II
he heard me. for a gust Of black smoke
blew between US, and when it lifted he
was only dark spot on the SHINING
white pier.
IF that had been the last time
saw him / might have found an ex-
cuse in my utter confusion and Devil
deTment. but I was given one more
chance.more than I deserved, I see
now During the months that inter-
vened before I was in Paris again /
lived over and over that experience
and I took up and pondered some %
the wise things and noble he had said
He remained the living figure in my
world Every one seemed faded and
unreal. It was as though ] had been
living in the dark contentedly, not
knowing what the sunlight meant. and
then had had one day of warmth and
brightness. When the first star came
out all those summer evenings it went
through my heart. and the rising Of the
moon-I cannot see IT yet, withered old
woman that 1 am, without Tightening
Of my throat.
Il had plenty of time to think out
what it all meant. and when in Paris
the next October 1 saw him again. I
had no one but myself to blame for
the ending. 1t was the day before We
sailed for America, and my eyes were
wandering all over Paris in the foolish
and romantic idea Of running into him
on the street. 1 had the unreasoning
feeling of the young that something
must happen. And yet when straying
a moment from my party in the Lou
Vre. came upon him looking at my
favOrite Botticelli, / could only exclaim
and blush. The months that had
passed since the night at Dieppe van
ished like smoke at the sight Of his
dark face. He turned, saw me and
came toward me with a sudden spring
Of delight that was echoed in my beort.
"'Ah, mademoiselle, you smile. he
cried. DO you, then, allow me-nay
I He glowed with hope. He stood
close TO me now, looking at me with
soft, black eyes. The whole beauty and
strength of the man shone visibly for
me-fOr me, who could only say, hest
taSingly and miserably: I am going TO
America to mOrraw. monsieur
The news dashed out the light IN his
face Yes, but before you go'-he
looked at me neutrality-suspicious. you
go, Oh, mademOiselie, if you would but
make one novel How dare Il You
have your money, your friends-I am