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Show ? 1 ' - T " . AUTHOR OF "THE JUNGLE" " j '-')' . "v - ' ' ' V Copjllgllt. " ' '; "... - . . ' ' , ' i n ' "No! No! It Is not true! I could never tv done it!" IN THE THIRD JUDICIAL DISTRICT Court, in and for Salt Lake County, Stata of -Utah. Department No. 1. In the matter of tha eststa of Thomas Marshall, deceased. Notice. No-tice. The petition of John A. Marshall, praying for the admission to probate of a certain document purporting to be the last will and testament of Thomas Marshall, deceased, de-ceased, and for tha granting of letters testamentary testa-mentary to John A. Marshall, has been set for hearing on Saturday, tha 3rd day of Norember, No-rember, A. D. 1906. at 10 o'elock a. m , at tha County Court House, in the Court Room of said Court, in Salt Laka City, Salt Lake County, Utah. Witness the Clark of said Coot, with the seal thereof affixed, this 23rd day of October. Octo-ber. A. D. 1906. (Seal ) J. U. ELDREDGE, JR.. Clerk. By W. H. Farnsworth, Deputy Clerk. J. C. Royle, Attorney for Petitioner. only after her aunt had ceased to direct her taunts upon Mr. Howard and hia superior ideaa that it seemed to Helen that it was not helping her to hear any more; then aha rose and aa!d, Tory gently: "Aunt Polly, I am sorry that you feel so about ma, and I wish that I could explain to you better what I am doing. I know that what I did at first was all wrong, bnt that ia no reaaon why I should leaTe it wrong forever. I know that I ought to go and talk to Mr. Harrison, who is waiting wait-ing for me, - and after that. I want you to please send me home, because father will be there today, and I want to tell him about bow dreadfully I have treated Arthur, and beghim to forgive me." Then, without waiting for any reply, the girl left the room and want (lowly down the (taps. The sorrow that possessed her lay so deep upon her heart that everything else seamed trivial in comparison, and she had put aside and forgotten the whole scene with her aunt before ehe had reached the parlor, where Mr. Harrison waa waiting: aha did not stop Jjp compose Jierself to think "what to say,' but want quickly into the room. (To Be Continued.) CHAPTER XL (Continued.) Eh saw Helen give a start, but she could taot read the girl's mind, and did not know how much ahe had done to estrange her by those words. It was a if Helen's whole aoul had shrunk back in horror, and she aat staring at her aunt with open eyes. - "I suppose you think," the other went on grimly, ''that I am going to share all this . wonderful sentimentality with you about that boy; but I assure you that you don't know me! Ho may get you to weep over ' him because he choose to behave like a fool, but not me." Helen was still for a moment, and then be said in an awe-stricken voice: "Aunt Polly, I have wracked Arthur' a life!" Mrs. Robert responded with a loud guffaw, whieh waa to tha other so offensive that it waa like a blow in the face. . '"Wreaked hia life!" the woman cried Scornfully. "Helen, you talk like a baby. Can't you know in the first place that Arthur Ar-thur i doing all this high tragedy acting for nothing in the world but to frighten you f Wrecked hi life I And there you were, I suppose, sup-pose, all ready to get down on your kneea to him and beg hia pardon for daring to be engaged.-and to promise to come to his attic and live off bread and water it he would only bo good and not run away I " Mrs. Roberts' voice was bitter and mocking, mock-ing, and har words seemed to Helen almost ' blasphemy. It had never occurred to her that such grief as hers would not be sacred to . anyone. Yet there waa no thought of anger in her mind just then, for she had been chastened ia a fiery furnace, and waa too full of penitence and humility for even that much egotism. ' She only bowed her head and said, in a trembling voice: "Oh, Aunt Polly, I would itsy in an attic and live off bread and water for the rest of my days If I could Konly clear my conscience of the dreadful thing I have done." A beautiful sentiment indeed,' said Mrs. Roberts, with a aniif of disgust; and ahe stood surveying her niece in silence for a minute or two. Then, soothering her feelings a little, she asked her in s quieter voice; "And so, Helen, you are really going to fling aside the life opportunity that is yours for uoh nonsense non-sense aa this I There ia bo other reason "There i another reason. Aunt Polly, eeld Helen. "It is so dreadful of you to ask m in that way. How can you have expected sn to -marry a man just Decs use he wa riC"Oh," (aid tha other, "so that i it. And , trey what put the idea into your head ao , suddenly t" She paused a moment, and then. OS tha girl did net raise her head, aha went on, sarcastically: "I faney I know pretty Well where you got all of thee wonderful new ideas. You hav sot been talking with Mr. Wimnl 4nr nnthinr. I See." your needs. I. don't go alone and live in visions and make myself imaginary lives, Helen ; I look at the world a it ia. You will have to learn some day that th real way to find happiness is to take things as you find them and get the best out of life you can. I never had one-tenth of your advantages, and yet there aren't many -people in the world better off than I am; and you could be just aa happy if you would only take my advice about it. What I am talking to yon is common com-mon sense, Helen, and anybody that you choose to ask will tell you the same thing. So Mrs. Roberts went on, quite fairly under un-der way in her usual course of argument, and rousing all har faculties for this laat struggle, strug-gle, bhe was aa convinced aa ever of the completeness of her own views and of the effect which they must have upon Helen; perhaps per-haps it waa not her fault that aba did not know to what another person she waa talking. In truth, it would not be easy to tell how great difference there was in the affect of those old arguments upon Helen; while she had been sitting in her room alone and suffering suf-fering very keenly the girl had been, though she did not know it, very near indeed to the sacred truths of life, and now, aa ahe listened to her aunt, aha wa simply holding her breath. The climax came auddanly. for, a a the other atopped. Helen leaned forward in her chair and, gating deep into ber ryes, asked her: "Aunt Polly, can it really be that you do not know what you have been saying to me ia dreadfully wicked!" There was perhaps nothing that the girl could have done to take her complacent relative rel-ative mote by surprise; Mrs. Roberts aat for a moment, echoing the last word, and staring aa if not quite able to realize what Helen meant. Aa the truth came to ber aba famed quite pale. "It seems to me," she ssid, with a sneir, "tht I remember a time when it didn't seem quite so wicked to you. If I am not mistaken you were quite glad to do all that I told you, and-to get a much as ever you could." Helen waa quite need to that taunt in her . own heart, and to the pain that it brought her. ao she only lowered her eyes and said nothing. In the meantime Mrs. Roberts wa going on in her sarcastic tone: "Wicked, indeed 1" ahe ejaculated, "and I anppose all that I bavr been doing for u is wicked, tool I suppose it wss wicked of me to watch over your education all these year as I have, and to plan your future as if you were my own child, ao that you might amount to something in the world; and it. waa wicked of ma to take all the troable that I have for your happineas, and wicked of Mr. ' Roberts to go to all th trouble about the trousseau that ha has I The only right -and virtuous thing about it all is th conduct of our niece, who causes us to do it all, and who promises herself to a man and lata him go to all the trouble that he haa, and then gets her head full of sanctimonious notions and begins be-gins to preach wickedness to her elders 1" Helen had nothing to reply to those bitter words, for it was only too easy just than to make her accuse herself of anything. She sat, meekly suffering, and thinking that th , other wss quite justified ia all her anger. Mra. Roberts was, of course, quit incapable of appreciating ap-preciating her mood, and continued to pour out her sarcasm and to grow more and more bitter. To tell the truth, the worthy matron mat-ron had not been half u unselfish in her hope about Helen a ah liked to pretend, and aha showed them that, like most people of the world who are perfectly good natured on the surface, she could display no little ugliness ug-liness when thwarted ia her ambitions and offended in har pride. It wa not possible, however, for har to find word that could seem to Helen unjust, ao much was the girl already humbled. It waa s- I "A- aioa state of ftaira,, continued the V.Hr, aojrrily; "I knew pretty well that hia head wa full of nonsense, but when I asked him here I thought at least that ho would know enough about good manner to mind his ova affair, 80 he has been talking to you, ha ha I And sow you cannot possibly marry a rich manl" Mr. Roberts stopped, quit to sngry to find any mot words; cut aa aha aat for a ' minute or two. geslng at Helen, it must hav occurred to her that ah would not accomplish accom-plish -anything ia that way. ehe mad an effort to swallow har amotion. . 'Hla, dear," h said, sitting down near er nico, "why will you worry me in this dreadful-way and make me peak so crossly to you I I cannot tell you. Helen, what a torment it is to me to see you throwing your, self away is thi faahion. I tmplor you to fctdp and think bofor you take 1 thi .top; for s ear as you-ar aliv you wiU regret it all your day. Just think of it, how you wtU feeL and how I will foal, when you look back " at the happines you might haye had, and know that it ia too late I Ah, Helen, it t due to nothing in the world but to your inexperience inexpe-rience that you have let yourself be carried away by these sublimities. You must know, child, and you can e if you choose, that . they have nothing to do with life; they will not butter your bread, Helen, or pay . your coachman, and when you get all over thia excitement ex-citement you will find that what I tell you is true. Look about you in the world, and : where -can you find anybody who uvea according ac-cording to such ideas I" ' ,,, "What ideas do you ma. Aunt Pollyt asked Helen, with a puzxled look. "Oh. don't you auppoa," answered the other, "that I know perfectly well what kind of stuff it is that Mr. Howard ha talked to yotfl I used to bear all that kind of thing when I was young, and 1 believed some of it, too about how beautiful it was tc marry for love, and to hav a fin worn of wealth and all the rest of it; but it wasn't very long before I found out that aoch opinions .were of no use in the world." . . . "Then you don't believe In love, Aunt Polly I" asksd Helen, fixing her eyes on the other. ' . "Whf th us of skin such an absurd question i" waa th answer. "Of course I believe ia love; I wanted you to love Mr. Harrison, and you might have, if you had chosen. I learned to love Mr. Roberta; nam rally, a couple have to love eaeh other, or how woulu they ever live happily together! 4 jPt what haa that to do with thi ridieulou f tVlk of Mr.?Howard'l Aa if two people 'Bid n'othinsfWae to do in th world but to ? re eaeh other I It'a all very well. Helen. -' for a manwho chooses to live like Robinson " ' Crusoe "BCtalk such nonsense, but he ought not to put it ia the mind of a sentimental girL He would very soon find, if he came out late life, bat the world iaa't run by love, and that people aeed good many other things to keep them happy In it. You ought to hav sense enough to see that you've got - to live a different sort of life, and that Mr. .Howard know nothing ia th world about f " 7 : |