The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-08-22
THE LAKE CITY, UTAH SUNDAY

the money SOS you can pay in any rea-
sonable timer"
There was painful pause. When the
girl finally spoke. her voice sounded far
away, and strange to her own ears, as
she said
Il have something here which know
will be taken by the publishing COM
pany to which I shall send. When 1
get the money for it, you shall be paid
with interest"
"All right; I'll trust you. Leave your
things here If you want to-"
The door closed on the good woman
and Eloise was alone with her thoughts.
They were not pleasant ones. She cover
ed her face with her hands and Whis-
| pered over and over defensively; 1T
was not stealing-he threw it away"
| Presently, with a bitter laugh, she took
away the shielding hands. Gathering up
the sheets of manuscript together, she
erased the j. Randall Sydney" at the,
] head, and substituted her own initials.
She wrote a terse business-like note, en-
/ closed it with the manuscript and
/ posted the whole. She was in feverish
/ haste; the air Of the crowded streets
seemed sitting and she could hardly
1 wait TO get back to Aunt Millie.
The fond old woman met her at the
/ door,
''Fo' de Isawd, honey. I nebber see eel
| chile maik mo- 'provement in looks
/ skasely; Yesterday you'se es pale as Ell
| lily; now you'se des laik er purity viii
rOsee-but goodness, dearie, how hot 70
han isr'
THAT is because my heart is so cold
Auntie. Now let me help you-give me
something to do"
In the weeks that followed, she wa:
| restIessly active, fitting about the
| house like a stray sunbeam, busting the
/ bric-a-brac, tending the flowers; she
dared not stop long enough to think
Only at night, old Mile thought she
fancied she heard a sob from the little
blue bed room off her own and once
| vaguely troubled, she went in. The gir
was asleep but her cheeks shone wet in
the moonlight and she was whispering
over and over:
ut wasn't stealing-oh, IL wasn't
stealing; he threw it awayr'
One morning as Mile was getting
breakfast, there came a message from
Randall Sydney. Have the fatted cali
done to a turn" it read, "for I am com
ing home with an appetite Of such gen
erous dimensions that it viii satisfy
even you"
Law sakes, honey, yo' amt goin
back freely, is yO?" old Mile ex
claimed that afternoon when she found
her guest packing.
Il must go, Auntie," in a very deter
mined little voice from the depth Of {
valise. You come and see me often
won't your?
"WeH, I 'spose dar amt no use er ar
certifying; I might des ez well give II
disgracefully furz' ez' las Yer boun
] A.rs cit in he
: looks ter me laik yo' is skeered OBJ meet
in Mas. Sydney. Do 20 think he gwin
bite yo', honey?" and she went OF
, chuckling at her own wit, never dream
ing how nearly she had hit the mark.
The first few days after her return
Eloise found plenty to do. She settled
her account with Mrs. Smith, opened
| Johnny Mulligans blue eyes with tn
! gift Of a whole round dollar, anC
bought a substantial present for Aun
| Mile, who had promised to take he
/ first afternoon off to come and see her
Next she hied her to a down town stor
to get a sadly needed gown for herself
Economy was not one Of Miss Gar
lands strong points; she went into tn
store with the laudable resolution not t.
spend more than one fourth of her cap
ital; she came out wearing a stunning
! gown and a dream Of a hat-sUch bar
gains-carrying a very slim pOCketbOOk
: and looking like a sweet young angel
! an ultrafashiOnable angel with some
thing on its mind.
Then followed a month during whicl
she tried to work but succeeded in doini
little beyond watching each weeks is
sue Of a certain magazine for Randall
, Sydney's story. Aunt Mile came FIRE
quently, cried over her darling, shOOl
her fist at the gloomy rooms, and, me
chanically, brought baskets Of COLI
meat, fruit and wine, over which tn
unhappy girl choked when she remem
bered from whose table they came.
At last it was published; Eloise reat
2 it through, word for word, as though
she had never seen il before. That nigh
she slept as she used, when a carefre
: shild, she lay in her little white bed a
/, home. Without stopping to reason
! out she knew, now, what she was goinl
to do and in the relief Of having mad
! up her mind, was almost light hearte,
, next morning when she put on her hat
Mr.. Sydney might send her to the peni
tertiary if he chose; anything, she felt
!. would be preferable to the burden o
. guilt she had been carrying about. A
any rate, he should know the truth be
Z fore the day ended.
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