The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-05-16

ter all. was needless, for word came
thar she thanked them heartily but was
too tired to appear before the perform
ance. Henderson caught sight of the
blank stare and pallor Of Andrew
face when they heard this message as
they clustered around the big stove
rising like a pillar Of flame in the
center of the waiting room. Though
unpublished. he was a man OF great
natural intelligence, Of an alert, really
feminine intuition
well, I didn't spend fifty dollars on
these here gardenias and violets 70 let
them rot We ought to throw a little
side after all our trouble" he fumed,
lifting the big pastebOard boxes and
showing them into Andrews arms.
Here. Brett. you take them to her.
and say a few words for the rest of the
bunch Of great capitalists out here in
twenty-four below zero. Go on. SON..
! Andrew went down the platform be-
4 wildered, but meeting Leighton's young
| English secretary. came out of the maze
and made a diffident request 10 be al
! lowed 10 speak a few words to her ii
! behalf OF his fellow toWnSmen.
IF she's not asleep" said the secre-
tarv. "She says she didn't close her
ewes last night. But" with an indul-
gent. confidential smile, 'she says that
Of every night Wait here. please
What name?"
Mr.. Andrew Brett, the-the chair
man Of the committee wishing TO greet
her" he said. the excited beating Of
his heart weakening his voice.
The secretary gave an appraislng
glance at Henderson's mink ulster and
cap, and carrying the boxes Of flow
ers retreated within the car. After
what seemed a long time, he returned.
"She will see you, for a momsnt."
Andrew followed him into a place Of
dusk and warmth. The perfume of
Iheliotrope met him as if from garden.
"She stfH uses that scent. he thought.
! memories difficult to resist rushing over
him. He steeled himself. If his heart
continued to act in this mountebank
manner. how could he find voice TO
speak TO her as a distinguished citizen
should?
The place was unlighted, and through
the windows. hung with rose silk and
. arrowed high with frost, the station
lights were hay specks. The noise
outside was fused into q murmur as If
from a sea. He saw a tall figure in
a rosy cloud rise slowly, felt a thin,
very hot hand for second in his own,
and the languishing contralto that he
remembered said some words Of greet
Ing.
He tried to answer, but the voice
kept singing in his brain, and the
scented, warm air after the benumbing
cold seemed to chain his senses. She
waited He was silent. she thought
him a provincial person overwhelmed
, by his personal contact with her, and
sank down again YEARLY.
Il wish I could say I liked your
weather she said amiably, but !
don't. Tell me-is it often as cold as
, this frightful day"
The electric lights famed up sharp
: / ~ under the rosy shades, dotting the
, long, satin-padded csr-like hanging tu-
/ lips The flash was so vivid. she put
! up her fingers with an annoyed gesture
p TO shelter her eyes.
Heavens" she murmured, half turn
! ing from him. Il didn't want" but the
: secretary had gone.
Their eyes met then. A long, Ions
look Of recognition followed, and sach
! saw in il many things that the years
: had put into graves. He was not ths
! amazed one. and he was the first tC
5 move. He gazed about with caution
{ and bent down. his lips trembling.
Are you glad 20 see meas glad a.
: I am 10 see you. Fanny"
I The name seemed 70 stab her She
I gave a little lurch forward. held ou'
one hand TO him. but her head huns
{ very low
: say it again she said with yearn.
j ing.