The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-06-26

taking our things for debtp' she walled.
ack m % Going to a ei John ds to an have HrGhes ihese
wagons turn around and bring every one
or those lovely cages home again where
he can have them as long as he lives.
oh. dear, I've been planning for such
happy trip and such a good Christmas
at sea. and know now 1 shall just hate
IT, and the voyage and italy-and-and
L ever born. anyway
But she did not call the wagons back.
Perhaps she knew they would not come.
even II she did call-that tho matter had
gone too far To retreat now. Perhaps
she never really meant to do so, but
only found comfort in giving vent TO her
reimbursement in that form. hoping TO
appease the gods by so vigorous sirnu-
lation Of good Intentions. We poor hu-
mans are likely to do such things.
Chatwood left the house early, on the
goodby with sufficient heartinoss. But
Mary remembered the night when he had
found the old Delft cage during ono of
his many noctural rambes In the Jewish
quarters, how he had walked three miles
to bring 1t home. because he had paid out
every cent in his purse, even TO car fare.
and how he had grabbed her at the door
and danced her around and around In the
JOY of his new treasure and kissed her
SO loudly that the servants had thought
II necessary to look in. II the difference
between his salutes now and then indi-
Gated the change In his regard for her,
without Delft cage, and all the other
cages, was pretty poor excuse after
all,
She turned back into the house to busy
herself with her preparations. She felt
that she must put by all regrets and
make tho best of the journey for which
so sad q price was being paid. Yet, try
as she would, she could not forget, In
fancy she saw the crowd of bidders at
tho auction rooms-saw Johns treasures
being put up piece by piece and competed
for by those who had been always his
rivals, and had envled him his rare pos
sessions. Then suddenly she. too, was
seized with a cold fear: Suppose, after
all, the bidders did not come. John had
said himself that the fancy for cages
was still young, Suppose nobody that
really counted came TO buy, and that
Johns treasures were knocked down.
given away for a tri1e. Suppose they
brought only a few cents each, what
then of their winter voyage TO the south.
her husbands noble sacrifice for her.
after all his patient martyrdom. suppose
1t should be all TO no purpose, except to
benefit a lot OF poor fools who buy price
less cages for a song, because, forsooth:
they might some day have the singers.
The thought made her weak and tremoly,
She dropped into chair to gather
little strength. The ringing of the door
bell Just then made her jump. But II
was only the postman, and moment
later the maid brought the letters.
There were tWO-One Tor JOnn lroUl
tho steamship company. one in large
official envelope. for herself. This she
tore open and some papers dropped out
When she had examined them once over
then twjce-she leaned back In the
chair again trying to think. 1t seemed
10 her that the air had become rather
close Presently she sat UP quito
straight, then suddenly hurried out into
the hall where she put on her coat ana
hat a moment later she was In the
open street
When John Chatwood reached home
that evening he did not look Ike man
who was glad TO come. His countenance
did not wear the resigned look of one
for whom the worst is over. Ills depres-
sion of the morning may have been less
marked, but something that was more
like fear. hangdog look OF guilt had
taken It's place. He drew a long breath
OF relief when he saw that Mary was not
there to welcome him, but she came In
just then, and he prepared for the cy-
clone.
How wonderfully cheerful she was She
was singing like a young girl as she
laid off her things In the hall. fie grew
almost bitter In the reelection that she
could he so happy In what might have
cost him so much. More than all was
he overwhelmed with the burden of i'm
minent confession. 1t seemed 10 him
that he could not face her-not yet. He
must slip out-and then. suddenly. she
had rushed In and grabbed him about
the neck and was hagging him and call
Ing him dear old John. her dear old,
foolish John, In the regular old d-time wny.
And this made II hard. on. very hard