The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1911-10-29

,.,..,-richt by Edward j. ClodcD
~ Tho attorney left after his confer
a,,h Randolph Mason. l wrote a
= Margaret Garnett, Have a care
a gRandolph Mason is no longer
ral,rN ,. =, ars,or
y ,n,eo firm writing OF an English =
'e Is" Miss Garnett would he at the
1m, an st o'clock. Would | como
" '|eo"r wos there al the hour and We
,nc,ther. thought Margaret
~ ,n a dark blue travelling dress
Fss1od nerrectly la her ligure. more
(, ~ more splcndidly impressive than
LII heen on the night OF Gaiki 5
"" bosides. she was now aroused !,
Pecs Y showed inquiry. care, moving
ta Although John a GarDctJ had
5s ,n sill I'm his place after him.
~ whon death should strike him all
IL had been would remain vital
asT ro,,c Of the fact that dircctncss was
a5st malltv in the nature OF Mar.
= 'c;arpc,t, I thought she approached
INFECT in question With trepidat tion.
1id not ask me for Inc story ol INC
,ranco She drew out. rather. here
>here feature of il by some subtle
y mi iuconsequently in the course
" talk. | have sccI9an expert coun~
+ouch thus delicately on a matter
4 hn feared TO draw wholly out,
~, of which he must know the es-
.s,2fcai,Ircs. /, was like one putting
~ hand gently in the dark, when
ojsr,ric light switch was on the wall
Ia shoulder. 4 method peculiar, but
rScnsiyoly peculiar, TO woman.
ssenllv. when she knew in general
had happened, her face took on
'oprilandt." she said, you are evi-
III mol poet or else YOU would see
rdcplorable thinS il would be TO
/. tns struggle between my father
'Nr Wood. The Titans are mostly
Ii II is an age OF quibbling over
iractIons Of per cent. Only now and
4 does heroic figure rise. and more
Is docs such one find an equal
dIng In his way. Then. for that
Ming hour, is the world worth living
Eyen,s are marshaled and swung
hing into each other. Men are trod
1lke. flies. Things called valuable.
.s called precious. are hcaped up for
'onenfs barrier. like the discarded
ish OF a garret The ticking or the
is epic.
IA was leaning forward over the table,
blows on the linen cloth, her fingers
ID under her chin. her blue eyes
|iliully full OF light.
would be crude. barbaric ugly 10
Il Ia ono or The other a balance OF
a II would ruin the high dramatic
|of the game: II would be vandalism,
apoilIng canvas of Raphael, or a
uscrIpt Of Horace. Besides, Court
n It Is against our sense OF justice.
n Is in every man. In every peo-
y conception of fair play as deep
ID and abiding AS the instinct Of life.
F. HAT. think. upon which all justice
1QDded. II is only idcal in us that
tyranis dare not openly outrage
Is most absolute hour. il two beasts
81 matched had been fighting in the
De- maXimus. not even Nero would
dared 10 assist one against the other
h an arrow
Fonld have turned such a speech oi
ordlnavy woman with some idle pleas.
VI but Margaret Garnett was no or
M woman. She was not repeating
|tudes for the sake OF their sound
spoke earnestly, passionately wha
evidently felt But ! could not un'
|'and that feeling: | could not brini
ul Uf Hellenic shadows TO bc the in.
7tfon Of a twcntioth century young
'an, eoHued fashionabiy, at luncheon
New York hotel.
|lfs Ganeit." | said. "lhis is all very
ltifnl 10 quote your own approprl
Words, but. pardon me. are YOU no
'ng tongue on the wrong trail?
g lines should be spoken 10 Fan
a Mason. and not la his nattered
ppwcrless, secretary
colorcd pcrcnptiblY: then her face
on resolution, Very well" SIN