The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-02-20

readily refused the offer with all the strength left in
her She would go alone; only him himself
out OF her sight
He swept the ground again with his forehead, and
before she knew what he going to do he had
seized the hem Of her in his filthy fingers and
had pressed it reverently humby his unshorn.
repulsye lips Then, with a gesture that nothing could
rob Of its Roman grace and dignity, he to his
feet and bending low before her. scrambled
up the bank and made for himself through the
tange of shrubs small, alders frnged iI
top. They bent and spread before him he wrggled
through; then they closed together again and not
trace remained
Honor, beginning to walk mechanically toward
the of the found her limbs shaking sharply
heart beating furiously that she could
Eth difficulty She knew that she had escaped
violent and ugly death. and the knowledge
swift sudden, that it and the terror still cashed and
jarred together, leaving faint and sick All the
Of the way. she dragged in the dust feet
that seemed not to answer her WILL and then found
herself Fastening faster and faster with return OF
her consciousness she had the silent, lonely lane to
herself But once when she had nearly reached the
first houses Of the EsquiIine she turned and glanced
fearfully her shoulder and caught sight OF a
shadow fitting the side Of the vineyard wall to her
left 1t only shadow, passing like BREATH but
she looked back hand was waved to her encourage
ingly. Her assailant keeping guard her
spite protests. More and she wondered,
her senses began return and the physical numb
ing of her terror began to die away in the sweet
warm air, and the Of returning human compan-
ionship hand.
The ring! What did he when he said that
have touched her would have meant death to him,
when the sight Of it had turned him from his hideous
purpose stricken him grOvelng her feet? What
curious power had its when instead Of desiring
wrench it from her hand he had refused
touch her money, and had begged his for her
forgiveness? 1t was only another mystery OF this
amazing city and another marvel added those that
had already encompassed her. She was shaken
bruised with her and the relief Of her escape,
but she young and strong, and nights sleep
steaded her and almost made her ready to think
with Composure Of her yesterdays adventure.
For the future she would certainly avoid lonely
the that about the cy's outskirts.
She had to ask counsel Of Humbertna
longer looked after fiat There n O
wages pay her The porter's wife tidied
week, and Honor had do the rest herself 1t
just we'll, perhaps. that she had Occupa-
ton to keep her employed but it solitary desc
late life. No wonder that she wanted be when
she could and find something to interest and distract
her thoughts in the swarming life city, while
she waited for that long mail from India
The Borghese Gardens surely free from such
dangers urked in the desolate lanes There Honor
made her way for the next few days, and she found
pleasure in them The of the old trees the
gloom of the stone pines towering above their
panions the stretches OF sward where the children
played, and the a their sewing The Gagged
animals in their Enclosure and the ducks
fowl on their tiny sreamet the museum with its pie
and statues, the free Sundays, they
a delight. 1t while she walking along Of
the shaded walks where old fragments of sculptured
edged the path and the signing met
head that suddenly face face with the kind
stranger who had travelled with her from Paris. She
stopped short, with look of unmisakable pleasure,
and he raised his hat
This is good luck! I've wondered again again
where you and how you getting on" Then,
his quick eye caught the somberness of Honor's
dress and hat and gloves his changed. Nothing
wrong hope? You wearing black. you?
1t is any trouble surey?'
MY gOdmother is dead-the /
with. 1 all alone 1 have hear from
her daughters what is to be done with the things she
left. It is 50 sad! 1t accident" The
welled into Honors eyes, though she smiled through
them. 1t heart-warming to familiar face.
He seemed like old. old friend.
I'm awfuly sorry! What bad time you've had!
1 suppose you have other friends here? You didn't
it literally when you said you alone?"
There is nobody-nobody but the porters wife
the house where my godmother lived She-my god
mother-had accident the day I came-before L
reached here. When I went the hospital her
she was dead. was her I don't
anybody. I all by myself"
lie ejaculation Of compassion and SYM
patty. you poor little girlw he murmured half
breath He did her to hear probably, but
heard and flushed gratefully. 1t good TO feel
some was sorry and cared
carriage passed them, driving fast, the harness
flashing with gold and the liveries gorgeous
their sedateness. that struck Honor with a sud-
vague familiarity flashed cut for moment her,
then lost TO sight.