The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-06-28

I more beautiful than the poems. lie IL
so generous. you know" Miss Penrosc's
little disappointed
Was he?" and Miss Pcnrose rccov-
cred herself. We'll. so was l, child. and
YOU can tell him So That is, you
The next day Aurora paced the rail-
way platform beside her poet IL was a
dingy. dirty. place with an overwhelm-
the last place for the parting of lovers.
Aurora wished that everybody could
know how distinguished he WIS, for she
Roger Lytbgoe drew Aurora behind u
| protecting baggage truck Write me
every day, my darling! | am a moody
man, and for my work and happiness |
shall need the hope and the faith in my
ser that only love brings. / ashamed
| OF my folly. but ] can't tell you what
those letters were TO me these last two
years. And an absolute stranger. child.
What shall L not expect from you, my
llfo, my love, my hope OF hcaven!" He
crushed eln f, her fingers In a passionate clasp;
and he pressed her hand to his lips and
| tore himself away.
She stood there watching the train
and rubbing her hands.
| He thrust his head out OF thu, window
and the sunlight was reflected from his
spectacles and made his white hair
! glisten
Someone spoke To her. She tried to
look melancholy-she felt she ought to,
| II was one of the handsome young men
In tennis flannels.
,0.. You are Miss renrose.' he said. smil-
called on you. but you weren't IN"
II have been much engaged lately"
AuTora i% said with elderly affobility.
| Yes, with that old gentleman"
That gentleman" and she ignored the
offensive adjective lis MI Roger Lyth
soe1,R9bert .s1,, 3t.. Lythgoe. the poet"
| by 1oVe, you don't say So I remem-
| learning. hon ri rr1,c
was quite a little shaver. and getting
spanked when i couldn't rene mber EN-.
SO that's Roger Lythgoe? But I say
Miss Penrose, will you play tennis this
| afternoon?'
"Yes. I will play" she said. very sober
~; TO balance tho confession, and she
felt little guilty because he strolled
| Her aunt was on the balcony: there
was a dreary look in her blue eyes and
she sighed The slam or the front door
Aurora burst into the room brcathless
and eager. The young man was patient
ly waiting down stairs.
And 80 your dear poet has gone my
| cnlld. and she drew her toward her
| And what will you do now2" You must
not cry your pretty eyes out!'
II am going to play tennis with the
Meritons. That's what | came to tell
you"-Aurora was breathless-"M Meri-
ton is waiting below and she was gone
| like n flash.
| Miss Penrose looked down again al the
river. 1t was so peaceful, so beautiful
| but pretty little naphtha launch broke
| the silence and scooted about neryously.
| s'To come on the wings OF love and to
return in a naphtha boat and she
Il package of letters from under the red
cushion. Shall | send them back? No
he will be conceited enough TO rejoice be-
| cause | kept them. Shall I destroy them
No. why should 1? They are from a soul
TO soul, and both souls are dead Oh
| foolish poet! ] arm afraid you will find
| loved an old maid
| Spring had come to Whltby. Tho banks
of the river wore soft green mist and
along the black wharves. The white
! fleccy clouds chased across the deep blue