The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-08-22

which his story had paid, she was again
on her way TO Mr.. Sydney's beautiful
home. 1t seemed years rather than a
few short months since the first time
she had gone up the veranda steps. The
vines had taken on autumn foliage and
there were only q few late flowers IN
bloom. The front door stood open and
she stepped into the hail. all the pretty
color leaving her face as Sidney's voice
raised in very evident anger, came TO
her ears.
1.-THE fact is, Dick, I don't often get
angry, but when ! do it is the real
thing; 1 happened to pick up the maya
zine at a book stand when was in the
city, this morning, and the first thing
my eyes lit upon was my own yarn
word for word, too. Great Scott! the fel-
low had assurance"
An indistinct murmur from Dick pre-
ceded another outburst. mo. you are
wrong, Aunt Mile says she threw the
contents of the basket into the waste
box, as usual believe that Aunt Mile
is as honest as the daylight; what she
says goes with me- I cannot guess how
the fellow got hold of the manuscript,
but I viii know, never fear-I shall not
rest until 90. I am going to the pub
lishers this afternoon to see what light
they can throw upon the matter. Fact
is, Dick, 1 have a strong desire to get
hold Of this cheeky rascal, this thieving
fraud, this"
ooh, sir, it was Ir'
Both men sprang to their feet; there
in the doorway, framed by the crimson
pOrtieres, stood a vision. The light
touching her hair made a sort of gold
en- halo about the white face under the
-Fr- T,oN 81. v-gA oh
! like as, with wide opened eyes and
| breath coming and going in little
| frightened gasps, she poured forth hel
| confession.
| Both men stood staring at her in i'm
| potent helplessness for a full minute
after she ceased speaking; then Dick
! shamelessly retreated. There was g
| French window at the other side Of the
room, and through 1t he escaped.
Exit young man." he murmured
dramatically, "by window-left wing"
This reprehensible act brought Sidney
! to his senses; although perhaps he was
not altogether sorry to be left tete-a-tett
| with the fair culprit. Placing her q
/ chair. he poured out glass Of wine and
| said gently:
Here, drink this, and do not be sc
! frightened; now take your time and tel
/ me all ABOUT IT,
There is nothing more to tell" she
! replied, miserably, except that I an
| afraid have no hope of ever being abb,
| to pay the money back"
/ She never knew why she proceeded
/ then to tell him all her short experience
/ of life from the time when, doubly or.
/ phaned, she had taken UP the burden Of
/ her own support. Perhaps she was tOJ
| heartsick for the time to remember the
| pride which had enabled her to carry
| her small head so high, even in spite Of
| adversely. Afterwards, she would blush
/ whenever she recalled this voluntary
| confidence. Sydney himself took it as {
/ matter Of course; possessing that quail
| ity of sympathy which is somewhat rart
/ in the young, he was father-Confessol
/ to half of his acquaintance. When th'
! girl had finished her story he sat for {
| long time, thinking.
! IF you really wish to pay me, Vol
| may" he said at length.
! HOWE Oh, Mr.. Sydney, I am willing
/ to do anything 1 can, believe me-
! "Wel, you see," lying cheeTfully, 90
| have been trying to get an amanuensis
/ they are very hard to find, now"
! His reward came at once. The CIR
turned a radiant face toward him; he
! eyes were dewy with joy.
L think could do that; indeed I an
sure I could"
Yes. And-er how would hundred
month do to start with? ?"
But, Mr.. Sydney, do they pay begin
ners as much as that?"
Usually more" perjuring his immor
/ tai soul without a blush
How nice" delightedIy, Il can live o.
less than half Of that and soon pay tn
money 1 owe you; your kindness I cal
never repay"
Please do not mention it again, Mis-
| Garland"
So they talked refreshingly unbusi
! nesslike business until Eloise went bacl
to the city, her heart singing with relic
! and gladness.
The duties Of the new amanuensis be
gan the next day; the hours were from
/ 10 to 3. J. Randall Sydney spent tn
rest of the day devising something TO
her to do, feeling meanwhile like a latel!
! discovered kind Of fraud. She was S,
/ happy in her work and the relief from
the strain she had been undergoing
she wore such a pretty sense Of impOr
lance and looked so charming when tn,
rose flush Of health began to steal int
! her cheeks again, that somehow shD
came to. occupy all Of his thoughts. It Il
wonderful how thoroughly a pretty cir
can keep a man employed.