The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-04-13

Lord knows one gifts in your head as bad as the
won't they" Ups
They will They amt better liked Young
Keller nowhere He's little what you might cali
s sshaher. but you got to take men you find en-
Mrs. Gilmer. II you find cm sober it's all Won car
ask It's wonder TO what with six saloons wide
open, as male nlan-Jack in the place ever has a
head the size 1t created!'
LIS So Well, | do hope everything ii be Tor The
best st, II anything should happen"
Happen? What's going TO happen? Lovers o,,a-
Ies Is only lie on the fire And don't they
any quarrein' liable to come betvixt them two"
~ never know. said Mrs Gilmcr. signing.
One afternoon when Lorena came home radiant
from a stroll over the hillside with her lover Mrs 1
Gilmcr viewing her childs joyous face yielded to er
sense OF apprehension and burst suddenly into weak
tears oh. law me- Lore1y. seems like can scarce
~ take 1t m you being so happy and all been 50
harred and distracted these several many wears 10
see you so pale and pining! And now cvcrythnps
changed. OF course Luis is 4 Mexicau and at first
had my prejudice against furren blood not knoyinrl
how much Injun in him, for they say these ma
tives amt pure Spanish, but mostly Nevvyho; but
now m reconcilcd to him, Loreny For he's well
thought OF and has property coming to him and the
ovelcst manners nearly ever see be the oticr vino
they may. And when he bats his eyes at you | de-
clare dknow how any person could stand against
him, SO don't! I haint word to say Loreay only
I'm just fool a-thinkng howt you're going to be
happy-after ALL"
Lorena let herself sink lasy into her chair. Her
eyes narrowed. Yes she said very slowi.. 81 an
going to be happy. after all" She Lucttcd her h.;
strings Tor moment, and then cried ou,: Oh
mother, he IS noble my Luis2 SO hr,r-rli.dcd
honest, so-so-' She paused, shiveriag. and lid.
her face.
At sight of this Mrs. G1ers brows wrinkled
anxlously. Now. LoTCuy!" she bc5cugkt. don't ycu
give way so, You're all het up with walking. Con
lay down a spell"
But though Lorena docilely obcyed this co:,,maad
her manner continued to show some corst strairt II
rosy light seemed to be slipping away from her e~
bloom .wancd and afternoon a week before t..e
wedding, as she and her mother together sewed u7-
on the fair brcadths OF the wedding gown the gil
having quilted her needle into the stuff leaned back
in the chair and began silently to wiring her hands
Its no use" she moancd after little. q can't
do it"
"Lorena GiImer," quavered her mother don't you
be foolish! Think OF your poor pa and all hes went
through! Hes give up everything-yes, everything.
and IN spite o; ms being acquitted and a Te never
believed he'd hold his head UP again Ike he's done
lately, II you want to kill him you can!"
The girl was rising dizzily and with no appearance
OF hearing her mothers words
"My If he wasn't so noble so honorable so
proud. I might-go on. But l can't go | mus,
tell him.
"I must We were going to look at our new little
house-ths afternoon. I'll tell him then"
II was not long after this wolul hour that Luis
Lucero came airily up the street his high heels.
trilling bolero as he came, and waving gay hand
toward the window at which loTena usually sat.
"But-amadora-why art thou so white;" he
asked as she Joined him "Or is il only tine shade of
thy broad hat, dearest She said it was nothing; but
Iucero perceived something omincus in the haste
with which she urged him Tip the canon road and
across to moderate slope, in the shelter OF which
new walls were rising. Lorena did not stop beside
those new and naked walls, but went up the hill
to the mesa above where the village herd Craze all
day in the smooth pasturage over the tilted coal
measures
1--WE will sit here" she said dropping at last upon
little knoll. Luis" she went in kind of hard
voice. 81 have something to tell you. I'd sooner die
than have to. Luis, I'm not good like you think
Back in Kcntucky-long ago-hve years. only
sixteen and he-I don't know how it was. My father
killed him. But he never forgave me, I-I-oh, God!
Luis! you understand, don't you? I'm not good
enough to be your wife. Oh, you look If you
didn't understand Luis"
Lucero had been holding her hand as he sat beside
her He dropped 1t as she spoke, not harshly but as
whose mental effort detaches him from material
things. He staring. He stumbled to his feet and
stood gazing emptly away to the southwest, where
the Ration Mountains heap their sapphire blocks
against the sky.
Her face, drawn into an unfamiliar form with the
suspense of every feeling except anguish for Lu-
ceros hurt and shame, set on his straight slight
figure in tense expectancy. For while ne stood
motonless when he let his eyes fall upon her again.
he shuddcred at the fixed horror Of her look.
Il wish you hadn't told me- he said simply.
At this she leaned forward, she held her breath
Luis would you have wife 50 untrue to--every-
thing?"
"Oh Luis"
It'd sooner not have to think OF it. But. Dios!-,
after ALL what iss the difference? No one will know
She was slowly dragging herself to her knees; she
paused and with hand clutched in the tough ibres
OF the hill grass she asked DO you mean-that II
makes no difference to you-what I've just told you!
Luccro snapped impatient finger, Something
was abroad which he did comprehend. He was
being generous and fine; what then, was this strange
ness in her manner?
Haven't said it? No one but will know, Next
week we will be married. H held out his hand
He stepped toward her. but she lifted her arm to stop
him. A moment passed Then she said:
"No, Luis. We won't be married next week rOf
ever. There is something in my lie that am
ashamed even to remember. Oh God knows how
ashamed! But could be ashamed of another
thing-to have husband whose w1tcs disgrace
made no difference to hm-so long as other people
didn't know about IL"
Lucero flung himself passonately toward her, but 1