The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-01-14

ION one condition, SAID HillyeT, anI
that is that you read it TO ME; for | can
never Judge whether my work is going right
until I find some friend willing to sacrifice
himself to the extent of reading 1t abound TO
me. And now.'' he continued he handed
the manuscript over 10 her, "I expect YOU TO
make some valuable suggestions you go
along -
Miss Galland placed her hand upon ber
heart and bowed AS low before him as her
sitting position would allow.
Ladies and gentlemen" began Miss Gal
land. addressing imaginary audience, as
she bont the creases out Of the folded leaves;
'fladics and gentlemen, | have the unique
honor of reading to YOU an as yet unpub-
Hshed story from the pen of our favorte
writer, Mr. George IIilyer. Kindly do not
hesitate TO interrupt the reader at any point
should suggestion for the betterment of the
tale occur to YOU, for the author tells me
that for the first time in his career he does
not feel quite sure of himself. -
excuse me-" said ITilycr warmly, "1
said nothing of the kind, p"
''Your remarks, not being in the nature Of
a SUGGESTION said Miss Galaud F'arc out
of order, and you will kindly keep quiet.
''This new story Of Mr. HiIlycr's,' she
continued rs she looked at the manuscript,
sis entitled A Seven Day Courtship, sure
" an interesting title commented the read
cr-''and begins as follows:
'' From tho first T seem to have had
premonition that in this girl have met my
fate: For although ! have only known her
week, I find myself for the first time in
luve--in deadly earnest.
Is there such thing in reality rs the
communion of souls7 Sweetheart sleeping
hat,
your eyes and know that love YOU -
Miss Galland turned the leaf ovcr-thc
next page was blank and tho next also--she
had read all that had been written of the
story of GA Seven Day Courtship,'' and the
knowledge hat she had been reading TO Hill
yer his confession Of love for her oyercame
her like flood she boged her head and
tried to quiet the throbbing of her heart.
"Edith," said HilIycr be put his arm
around her and held her close sit is for you
TO say whether the Seven Day Courtship
ends happily OF miserably for me. Which Is
it to be7"
s'No! MOI" she exclaimed; cit lies en-
irely with You. You entirely Ignorant
Of my-my disposltion "
"Stop' cried Hillyer he turned her
head around until she faced him; ''stop; for
] would love you even if you kept books
yourself! -
From this statement Edith inferred that
IIilyer was not exactly in love with the
feminine invaders Of his profession, and she
laughed long and heartily at such an oddly
expressed protestatiou of affection.
But lust here HilIyer betbought himself
Of an engagement to meet tho junior mem
bor Of the iirm-who was also bis friend
in New York that evening and telling Edith
Nom, 1Ii1
house and endeavor to effect an adjourn
ment by phone. bo hastily tore himself away.
'I will come down to your cottage in
Catskill at 3 O'Clock this afternoon he
called out as ho gay]Y climbed the mountain
path; be sure you re home by that time.
He stopped and turned around for her
reply.
Edith. standing in the sunit path kissed
first one hand then the other, and, putting
her outstretched palms under her chin softly
blew the kiss up the mountainside to Hlliyer
Upon which--O. the foolishness of man
: kindl-he came running back.
When The Literary Bookkeeper had writ
ten this much of his story the clock strucS
) H. and he put the manuscript in large en-
velope securely sealing il by its eunmed
flap. while his wife looked on.
"What a bright old boy II is she said
coming over and slipping her arm through
| his, "to begin story III the morning ano
have It ready 10 send away the same night.
'No," she replied her eyes taking upon
themselves a rather quizical expression
. .sWhat subtle fellow to have such
/, guileless wife, -
= Doubtless Eve said that TO Adam, y com
,ho 7
y Along about O'Clock that afternoon Hill
yer rode down from the Mountain house ana
s went over to Miss Galland's cottage on the
/ corner Of quiet street Mt the edge OF the
y village.
No one seemed 10 be about but pretty
little girl or 4 years of age. who was grave
@ w swinging her doll TO sleep III hammock
n .uello, little girl spid Hillyer: :" does
Miss Gaand live hcre?''
.sYes'' she answered: shes gone TO th'
r, postoffice don t YOU 'sturb my dollIe' sh'
c continued as Hillyer seated himself near thu
( hammock.
" Not for the world. my dear young lady,
J. said Hillyer reassuringly. Now, - he con
tiuued "I guess YOU are Miss Galland :
little sister
e 'I guess not replied this i-ycar-ol'
twentieth c. injury child ~ IN her little glr'
l am dout be too funny.