The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-05-08

found your enemies that they may have
no power over you for evil. He will
place in your hands ways and means
of defying and circumventing the evil
one and defeating the plans of the Cen
| tiles. who lie in wait to persecute You
for living your religion.
Both of you are of the seed of
| Ephraim; the chosen seed; and your
lifelong faithfulness to the cause enti-
| ties YOU both to this celestial bliss.
You will enter now into the inner circle
of the elect. / take pleasure in writ
ing You these recommends 10 the en-.
dowmcnt house; and viii ada ro them
that Will insure your receiving the de
sired blessing without trouble
There was a long silence broken only
by the scratching of a pen; then Pete
thanked the president for something
g You are entirely welcome" the presi'
dent said, ''and God will bless you
both. Good night - And the inter.
view was over. We hurried off .he
roof and into our shoes. When we
caught Pete and Bessie they had
reached the street, and he was saying
something about Juarez.
$50 September will be the only pos
sible time was the first sentence we
could catch.
''Then | will be there at the time
visiting Uncle Horace Bessie prom.
lsed. And we decided there was to
be a marriage of somebody somewhere
in September. We both remembered
Uncle Horace who lived in Mexico.
So the plan now was clear. Before
they parted that night they arranged
to meet and bid each other farewell
for the summer, the meeting to be in
the furnace room of the high school,
OF which since the warm weather Pete
alone had key. The time set was the
Sunday night before Pete and his fam
lily was to leave for their home in
Idaho
"That s our last chance to do some
walked home together. 'lt s now or
never. What shall we do' What can
we do2 II seems too late now, and be
fore this it always seemed too early.
81 know one thing certain" ] an
swered ''Slster Peterson sure ought TO
know all about il. Mother told father
this morning that the poor woman told
ing himself to death for the public, and
never had time to look at his wife, and
she never well, lately, and in condi-
ton to need the closest and most low
ing attention and care a husband can
give, so mother said They are ex-
pecting another boarder pretty soon,
she says. And she says a man ought
W leu HIS dIdiiS SJluc IL iJbLlt duN Idht
care of his wife, when she is so weak
and nervous. And now Just look how
Pete takes care of Sister Peterson.
Eyes, but if we should let her know
what Pete and that girl are doing, it
would kill her, Free said. "We III
have to think of something sensible
IF we could keep Pete away from that
might help. Bessie might think he
neglected coming and bidding her good
bye because he was tired of the game
She Is spunl1ey and he d have time
Strengthening it out, and he IN Idaho
for the summer
So we began trying to think of plans
TO keep Pete away from the meeting
plan was to have him find a note in
Bessie IS handwriting changing the time
of meeting, We decided on the follow
Dear Joseph: Come to the furnace
room at u Instead OF 10. Your loving
We thought that ought to do If we
could get II to him without rouslng his
suspicious Free could write so nearly
like Bessie that she couldn U tell wheth-
er she wrote it or not.
We went TO the Sunday afternoon
meeting with that note, and when Pete
pushed through the crowd on the meet.
luS uUuSe bltpS rice SllPHti tuc hpSC
into Petes coat pocket. Then he fol-
lowed HIM in to see him when he read
IT, for we were nervous about 1t and
fearful that it might not work. He
didn t find 1T during meeting; so we
followed him home after the manner
of dime novel sleuths, determined to
see HIM read the note, If the seeing
were possible without detection. When
he went clear home and into the house
without finding it, our hearts sank
We wanted to know what to do. We
watched him through the door as long
as we dared, and TO our horror, saw
him pull his handkerchief out of his
pocket, bringing the note with it, and
letting the note flutter unseen to the
floor. On into the dining room he went,
and while he stood wondering what to
do, In came the wife and, of course,
picked up the note and read it, We
didn { dare stay to see how she took
ii. We turned and ran, as only cow
ards can run, We expected every min.
ute to see someone rush from the Peter
son house for the doctor for a dying
or dead woman.
"What would she do?" we wondered
TO each other and to ourselves IN end
less repetition all that afternoon. And
when night came and nothing seemed
to have happened, we wondered more
and more: What will she do?" III.
tell you, nobody has to 90 to novels
for tragedies, if they Will Just look
around little. They can hnd trag
edes on all sides If they have the
eyes to SEQ them. At least SO it seemed
TO us boys that Sunday. We had our
fill of romance and now were dreading
what might turn out q tragedy that
would shock the neighborhood Wei
began to see the frightful results OF
caves dropping and meddling with other
people IS business. We dreaded the
night with hearts like lead, without
knowing exactly why we dreaded, or
what to expect,
By half past nine clock that night
we were hidden away In the wood pile
by the door of the furnace room. the
room that was to witness the parting
Of the guilty lovers, unless Sister Pc.
terson had taken some action that
stopped the meeting, We could learn
only by waiting and watching.
There was no moon that night, but
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