The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-01-23

suit couldn Il see anything nearer than
across the room, somc one read the lcc-
ter aloud to her, and the whole story
is out. One, Of the cats told Granger
and the boy proposed to Allio today, to
show her be didn't care tinker S
dam where she had been
"Good boy,' / said, with cuthu-
siasm. I liked the Granger fellow-
since he was out of the running. But
Sam was looking at me with suspicion.
"Blakc." he said, "if ] didn' know
you for what you are, ] d say you were
! interested there yourself.
Being so near, her, under the same
roof, with even the tie of n dubious
secret between us. was making. me
heady. / pushed Forbes toward the
| door.
~ intcrested!n I retorted, holding
| him by the shoulders. "There ism t
word in your vocabulary TO fit my
condition. 1 am an island in sunlit
sea Of emotion, Sam, Am empty place
surrounded by longing-a-''
longingl'' he retorted "You want
your dinner, that's what's the matter
I shut the door on him then, He
seemed suddenly sordid. Dinner, |
thought! Although as. matter of
fact, ] made 4 very fair meal when,
| Granger suitcase not having gone,
| in his coat and some other man S
| trousers, | was finally fit for the amcni-
| ties. Alison did not come down TO
| dinner, so it was clear she would not
go over to the club house dance: l
| pied my injured arm, and a fictitious,
vaguely located sprain from the wreck,
as an excuse for remaining mt home.
Sam regaled the table with accounts of
my distrust OF women, my ono love az
| fair-with Dorothy; TO which l. re-
spondcd, as was expected, that only my
| failure there had kept me single all
these years, and that if Sam should
be mysteriously missing during tho
| bathing hour tomorrow, and so on.
And when the endless meal was over,
and yards of white wells had. been tied
over pounds of hair-or is it, too,
| bought by the yard?-and some eight
ensembles with their ablect compio-
ments had been packed into three au-
| tomobiles and trap, ] drew long
| breath and faced about [ had just
Alison, to assure her of my absolute
faith and confidence in her, and to
offer my help and my poor self, il
she would let me, in her service.
She was not easy to find. I searched
the lower floor, the verandas and tho
grounds, circumspcctly. Then I ran
into little English girl who turned
| Dul W nc ntt tldi'l, duu WIZ siisO
searching. She was concerned be-
cause her mistress had had no dinner,
and because the tray of food she car
ried would soon be cold. ] took the
tray from her, on the glimpse Of some
thing white on the shore, and that was
how I met the Girl again.
She. was sitting on an overturned
boat, her chin in her hands, staring out
to sea. The soft tide OF tho bay Tapped
almost at her feet, and the drapcrics Of
her white gown melted hazily into the
sands. She looked like a wrath, Il
despondent phantom of the sea, nj
though the adjective is redundant. No
body ever thinks of a cheerful phau-
tom. Strangely enough, considering
softly TO herself, over and over. some
dreary little minor air that sounded
like a Bohemian djrge. She glanced
up quickly when | made a misstep
and my dishes iineled. All considered,
the tray was out of the picture: the
sea, the misty starlight, the girl, with
| her beauty-eveu the sad little whistle
that stopped now and then to 60 brave
! ly on again, as though il fought
against the odds of n trembling lip.
And then ] came. accompanied by n
tray of little silver dishes that iingled
and an unmistakable odor Of boiled
chicken
| o0. Sne SHld QUICKLY, ana l0eQ,
"Ohl I thought you were Jenkins'
Timeo Danaos-what' the rest OF
it?' / asked. rendering my offering.
N'You didn Z have any dinner, YOU
know I SAT down beside her. "See
/ II be the table. What was the old
fairy tale? Little goat bleat; little
table appear ] m perfectly willing
TO be the goat. too,
She was laughing rather trcmulously.
"We never do meet like other peo.
Pile, do we7' she asked "We really
ought to shake hands and say how arc
you.
''T don Il want to meet you like other
people. and ! suppose you always think
of me as wearing the other fellow s
clothcs,' ! returned meekly. 81 I'm
doing il again: ] don t seem 10 be able
TO. help it. These are Granger's that
| have on now.
She threw back her head and laughed
again. ioyously, this time,
ooh, it's so ridiculous. she said
'and YOU have never seen me when
| was not eatingi It's too prosaicv'
Which reminds me that the chicken
is getting cold, and the ice warm
suggested. "At the time I thought
there could he no place better than The
; farm house kItchen-but this is I or
dcred all this for something ! want
/ 20 say to you-the sea, the sand. tho
SUITS
, How alliterative YOU are!p she said
trying 10 he flippant. You are not IL
9 say anything until 7 have had my sup
G per. Look how the things are spilled
around!'
But she ate nothing after all. anc
g pretty soon ] put tbe tray down il
the sand ] said little: there was n,
I hurry. We were together. and Tim,
; meant nothing against that age. Ion.
wash Of the sea. The air blew her hal
in small damp curls against her face
and little by little the tide rotreatcd
leaving our boat an oasis in vast,
] Of gray sand.
: eff seven maids with seven mon
: swept it for half year
= Do you suppose. the walrus. said, tha
D they could get it. claar2''
she threw al me once when she mus
( have known | was going to sneak.
0 held her hand, and as long as / merely
held it, she let il lie warm in mine
= But when ! raised it TO my lips. anc
. kissed the soft. omen palm, she drew
K it away without displcasure.
! Not that, please, she protested
| and fell 70 whistling softly again. he