The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-10-17

his wife. She had been told that wealth
was . responsibility. and so she had said
she should divide hers with Sylvia when
she was married: Of course she would
be married sometime: every one was. Bu,
not now lust now sho was nothing but
bird let loose.
Joyous little thing sometimes she
seemed almost irresponsible at other
times she had the wisdom Of the ages.
But she was very young. her health was
perfect. she was beautiful the world
was wonderful il was good TO sleep. it
was good 10 wake. morning was always
a glad surprise. night q sweet aoemnlty;
II was a Joy TO be alive.
She fluttered through the house and
gardens as II she had kings; every
where she went she danced rather than
in a perpetual sstonishment at finding
any world that had school in it really so
well worth while. AS for study-had she
not had enough OF that already. she a
little Ounce? AS for thinking-wh should
anyone think who could feel? Life could
not be long enough for problems; its span
was vi Just 70 sh9w lis loyeliness; it was
good 1t is just to breathe in this world
OF worlds she would say TO Sylvia.
when perhaps the sky was bodinS and
Today" said Sylvia. lifting her fine
eyebrows. How absurd you are, Zoe
One would think there was no trouble OH
earthn'
II haven't come across IL. if there is
said Zoe, except. of course, in geometry
or French verbs
You arc not at school now, dear
THAT makes tho world twice delight
full" And then. without knowing il. she
thought no world could be anything but
d@ightful in which Mark Antrobus lived.
The mere fact that he was IN it made
sunshine OF all sirts of weather.
And so you may see that, although her
temperament made her buoyant, Mark
Antrobus was part OF the inner reason
OF this radiant happiness.
Antrobus. however: She observed. did
not show that Zoe signifed especially
to him. He had much more to say 10
Sylvia. He was a student, with Dream
OF great poems II would be natural were
he In love with Sylvia. who was q beauty.
DO, you suppose lie is?' said Zoo to
rs wbat?" said Mrs Martha
In love with Sylvia?"
fMr Antrobus.'
"Well, she mas the making OF duchess
"What are the makinss of a duchess?
Her splendid ligure2"
And more than enough OF it!''
But it's like the beautiful old
statues
said Mrs, Martha
Il never saw rcd that color. And
when it's down she stands on the tips
with solid feet.' said the nurse. loyal
TO her own darling.
"And her eyes are like stars at twi-
light; and her nose-,I wish mine" slip
ping hcr finger along her own, tip
tilted like the petal OF flower"
"l think hc can't help being in lovo
with Sylvia. suppose she isl don't
see how she can help that" said Zoe.
"Sillyr' said Mrs. Martha.
81 wonder what II feels like 10 be in
love. Were you ever in love. Martha?"
"Lor bless. the child! There's your ma
a-callin' ye'
"Ycs. OF course" she reasoned later
An,robus was under sylvia's spell. Whc,
wasn't? That was plain common sense
II he married Sylvia, he would be her
brother-a downright blessing. Perhaps
they would live here. and she would not
lose Sylvia. and would have him for all
of every day. Who could ask more? As
for any spell OF her own-the possibility
had not occurred TO her; she was sim
ply content To look at Antrobus az a
cat might look al q king as Mrs Mar
tina said, She thought OF his antique
perfection Of face and form only as the
EXPRESSION of a soul so fine. She felt
II a rare race that evolved such "A being
She was irrc,ricvably in love with him.
without knowing II.
Sometimes he came and walked be-
side her I'm the garden; but she knew il
she was not the rose, but she had lived
near the rose, Sometimes he took from
her hand the book she was reading and
spoke Of II a little; hut then he was
waiting for Sylvia 10 come Gown. Yet
such brief moments were moments of
ecstscy that made time speed without
thoDSnt OF past or fUturc.
That Antrobus should have hesitated
10 speak to her of love lest ii rub off
the innocent bloom. could noe cross her
mind: she did not know anything about
her bloom. That he hesitatcd on ac-
count OF her money could not occur to
her. either And that his conversations
with Sylvia might he chiefly about her
self would have seemed ridiculous OF
course Antrobus must be In love with
perfection. II in love at all And tho
uamc Of perfection again was the Sylvia
whom she adored,
Antrobus often came over from his
own small holding. her stcpfather hav-
ing books he consulted. too ponderous
10 borrow. TOO costly 20 buy. Then
after a morning at which. once In
while, Zoe assisted in making alphabet
tcal lists. escaping presently like a bird
that had been held a moment on the
finger. lie would perhaps walk with Syl-
Via In the long pergola, his tall head "A
little bent. all the Greenery of the vines
opening and closing about them. and
sccminE TO Zoe as she saw them from
an upper window. beings of romance
auite apart from herself. hardly of every
dey people. She made a sketch OF them
oDce-sketchIng Sylvia made it legill- |