Salt Lake Tribune | 1920-05-23 | Page 82

4 - L'ATTE TttTBTTNK Tn;? SALT 60 THE STORY TBCS FAR Merrill HouJlon unny outlook on Uff U r)oudd by two ) KlrU. th HlrufeaMnl hHvr her with whom ioibr kncluh family d hrr her aimw do to nothin had Mmi Murw hv mother m marrvd and went to llti oo weetern inftkHed oh rwnh. And eocomt, I ho hurt ehe k Tnpo Bart, an old time playmate from the wrti, whom ah hae oorrow fully rejected aa a amtor. Ht her father tella her be haa failed In buameaa. anaouom that ahe U folof to Cndand to im her mother people while hr ta petti n on tua apaiit. and to carry out certain plana about whieh abe will tell no ona. Tha family In Knflntl A hoe and Winifred Beaufort, their mother and Bubert. an Invalid brother mreiro her with mixed to make frtande emotion, hut aha proneeda blithely n naT own hay. Thtnya, aha flnda are rather at ' M Her own brother. Dick, who baa and aerena to Enyland at f'hooJ, luma out to ha a hopa-laof ha Amenrao on yin, aahamrd akpatnata. whndi be haa kept a owl Winifred Beaufort u with Kenneth h tan ton a over affair love a unhappy youn man who aopeam to ba ordectinr her. And to ret on with the Bead' ta MemaJ beffinninr thouyb of call fort, there remain the dieturbmrmetneoeaaity 111 of the family, on Auot Jane Coke the marl who haa been moat unrteauiif U her attitude toward aiet bee KlfTlI LST ALLMEN off I must write to you about it. not because you can help, but Just to dlvldo the responsibility, as it were. And I can't say a word to Dad. You said I was still to be your bestest chum, even though I couldn't say yes to that troublesome question you asked me. So I'm taking you at your word. " Well, this is what's' happened. That idiot Dick, who has a violent fit of Anglomania (as I told you), has met the Bcauforts w it bout knowing in the least who they are or that they're his own first cousins, and has evidently begun to mako love to Alice, the eldest posing as an Englishman, If you please, and cither saying or implying (I cant believe he'd really Uc outright! that he haa no American relatives I don't mean that he's an idiot not to know who the Bcauforts sre, that's Dad's fulfil. He never would speak of any of the English cousins and though Dick has probably heard (even if he doesnt remember) that mother was Theodora Coke, of course he wouldn't know that her aiater married a Mr. Beaufort. But it's really his own fault. Just tho same because if he hadn't played at being English and denied any American connection Alice Beaufort would lather. a T. Tactics ta. Tact. RENT you ever going to bed, Merrial?'' - It waa Alice's voice, and tt came from he softly opened door. Alice stood there, tall and straight, in her dressing go n, a thick chestnut braid hanging down over each shoulder. The candle In her hand made pretty aliinbig places in the smooth turns of the plaits. Her face was flushed and her She looked altogethci eyes were drowsy. softer and sweeter than usual. Merrial smiled brightly up at her. ,J Como, UvT..said she., folding her let ter it in the waiting envelope. Let's .talk. I Ve a letter to addre.s, and then nothing." "But it's after midnight!" "Shocking! But you couidn't lose your color if ou fried, and, I have nope to, ima:, so why bother over our beauty sleep? But why are you up so late If you're so shocked at me?" Merrial muffled her laughing question in deference to tho hour. , T've been writing to Elfrcda Rivington at Oxford, Alice answered hesitatingly. She cornea back very soon for the long vacation. Merrial dramatically seized her head with both hands, eyes distended the very picture Of bewildered astonishment. Rivington! Elfrida Rivington' Mho is c!ie? What is she? Rivington! Can't I ever besr a name without feeling that I've heard it before or know something about It! V ho is Eifrlda Rivington, Alice? Alice with subdued laughter at her cousin's assumption of v Iv id dramatics She's my cousin; they live near here, at Rivington House. Aunt Ellen, Lady Rivington" Merrial ' jumped "was my father's sister, that's all. "Lady Rivington, my deah! echoed Merrial, thunderstruck, recalling Dick's ravings. Alice didn't like the tone; she thought Merrial was taking her off. "And she's your aunt! I simply don't believe it! Its too much! hirst theres Kenneth Stanton,' and then, before the days well over, comes 'Lady for Dr. L'nwln, he "took hla hat off to thla common sense attitudo toward his patient and made his cordial approval of it very clear to the Bcauforts. It might even be said that the surreptitious opportunities ho sought, in order to obtain confidential consultations with his volunteer assistant, exceeded the bounds of professional etiquette. But Merrial took full advantage o( Dr. Unwin's cooperation to learn from him all she could of Hu- licrt'a case, For w list had she endured the attendance at Dr. Revals clinlo in Boston if not that she bolieved he might become in Important factor In thla particular one of her plans"? And this morning) In Hubert's Interests, it Houlton was just would seem about to give the coup de grace to all her carefully prepared plana. " I carA help it; they must think what they like about me, she muttered to hrr reflection in the glase as she put up her hair with defiant twists and thrusts of hairpins. It's a case of tactics versus tart, and since I dont seem to be able to get at it any other way I shall have to make a frontal attack. If I find that its right to ask Dr. Reval to come that-Merri- .aud-puttin- j , But what have they to do with each I wish other? asked Alice, utterly at sea. you wouldnt be so mysterious! Why shouldn't I write to my cousin. Elfrida Rivington, w hen she's up at Oxford?" She was blushing furiously now. And that gave Merrial the clew . Ah, yes ehe's up at Oxford, too," smiled Merrial. "I wonder if she knows my namesake. that English Mr. Houlton you spoke of yesterday?" " Of course, said Alice shortly. " He stayed with them down here; that's hovr I we met him. , Do tell me more about him; he sounds and Merrial donned her very Interesting Irresistible manner. " Is he reaily-nice as he sounds? "He's moet unusually nice, we all think, Alice confessed with shy animation. "Aunt Ellen liked him so much, when Elfrida introduced him to her up at Oxford, that she asked him to a house party, and he's been down once or tw ice since. Somehow be has a prejudice against Americana He is very cultured, you see, and fastidious, and O! I'm making a mess of It. Sorry, Merrial!'' "0, dont mind me! she laughed. "Tou've given me your Mr. Houlton's number, as we say in our vulgar American slang, and thats Just what I wanted. Well, it certainly is a queer world don't you think so, Ally? "I dont quite see why. Again she felt a bit nettled. "You certainly are In tremendous spirits tonight, arent .you? - - StR suddenly Merrial had changed. - -- . " Yes, she said soberly. "That Is no. h nkl'llt u r nlrf, Tml ee 11 n g tlred, ah " Wall, mort, dIt Alice. Very well, get into bed. I'll turn the light out for you. Merrial obeyed. Above the covers her soft, curly bead looked like a child's. Alice suddenly bent down to kiss her It came over the English girt that she had not been very kind and that Merrial was a long way from home. " ! she said awkwardly. Mer rial's hands had tightened round her neck. She was w hiepering: "How much do you like your Mr. Houlton, Good-night- Alice? , Very much. " O, dear! O, dear! she almost sobbed. And then Merrial, refusing any cxplana tion whatever, settled down definitely into her pillow and Alice had perforce to take ' her puzzlement to bed. But the definiteness lasted no longer than ten minutes or so, during which Merrial tossed restlessly about. At the end of the ten minutes she slipped out of bed and reopened her letter to Tripp Hart and started writing a postscript? " P. 8. Tripp! Ivs Just discovered the beginnings of a perfectly horrible tragedy, and I m at my wits end to know bow to stave It you are going to forgive hot, of court; Joi But I cant I timply can't. you alway have found out wh he was, aud that would have avoided this awful muss. " What on earth can I do? Hell have to own up to his nationality, of course, sooner or later, if he's seriously 'sweet on her, but it's a. nice Job for Ills sister to show him up! And yet If I let It go on he may go so far with Alice she likes him tremendously evidently, and is the kind whod take a thing like that terribly bard that it will Just about spoil her life and turn her into another Aunt Jane. (Shes too like her as it 1.) I never have believed It right that Dad should kqep us and apparently Dick so much in the dark about the English side of our family, even though they did behave so badly to him. And so he's partly to blame, poor old dear; but I wouldn't worry him with it for tho world. Even if Dick could ever explain to Alice about his silly deception and satisfy her. there's that awful first couslnship; the Beauforts would never allow her to marry him her first cousin I'm certain. Isn't it simply fierce? Well, you can do nothing, though I wish you were here. I mean, of course, to punch Dick's head and smash his old monocle and make him into a decent American again. I love the English, but I loathe an Anglomaniac! P. P. S. He met Alice through her aunt. Lady Rivington, and was raving to me about the Rivtngtons and their house parties and all that. Promised to-- introduce me to them 'later I suppose when he felt I was properly qualified for the honor. O. dear! O, dear! Dick is & No. 1 sized nut. Thanks? old boy, for letting me pour myself out thusly! Your bestost pal, Merrial-- . esne-ciall- s 1 Katherine Newlin Burt hat torture y ou're putting me to; but I shall try to remenjbqr that you mean It for the best. And yet, God, knows, you're mistaken; no kindness to any one can come from this. And then had followed the story of llulert's accident, for which his mother had alwaye felt herself responsible. Over and over again in this painful recital Merrial had halted it to probe still with questions so direct and searching that there gradually gathered In the eyes of Mrs. Beaufort a look almost of horror for her niece. w .with truly American froedorn for the last half hour, amlled Mrs. Beaufort, with rebuke ip her smile. " Suppose you try the repubIf it lican remedy of self govemnent, weren't aucb a pelting day. I should advise a walk after lunch. Winifred looka Ilk a ghost, and I know five or six miles of hard tramping would convert you to a acmi indul- In she can't veryv well turn me out, and me. need the end. aha won't be sorry. She And I've a notion. what's your notion? asked Winifred A few minute later, following Merrial up tha stairs. Merrial stopped, and looked down w Ith A renewal of her abstracted gaze. " I shan't tell any ona Just yet she aaiJ. But later, maywith provoking firmness. be. I've got to change now. And then, after lunch, we must open the box. "O. rather! The box! I'd forgotten the box. What'a in it?" "The things for Hubert that I cabled to Tripp for, after I came. Hubert's delight over the mere outside ot the packing case that had been sent all tha way from AmerlcA on hla account was unbounded; and neither man, woman, nor child could have withstood the excitement of Merrial as, one by one, she affectionately drew forth from the box the remarkable gent couan. And she slipped a hand into one of the ta.ll girl's hanging ones, and led the way downstairs. AUe struggled for a smile. " No: It wouldn't," aha said, bluntly, at last, " It's simply atrocious! cried Alice. She and wheeled to the window, where the blur was sltling on the edge of her mother's couch of rain across tha gay garden painted for an hour later, her eyes and cheeks alight her a Turner canvas. with indignation. Winifred, standing at the Just aa luncheon was announced, and foot, looked less indignant but even more disone was wondering what had become of very tressed. Merrial, they heard the honking of Dr. It wasn't like Merrial, the latter reUnwins automobile. marked In a puzzled tone. From it for an instant shone the wet and "Of you're silly about Merrial, Alice face of tha young doctor, who amlled rosy stormed. She can make herself fascinating to a somebody. Alice, In no mood descending every one knows that. But to come here for sociability, started to flee from tb room objects it concealed. end deliberately torture madrel To bring up Just In time to greet Merrial' entrance by all that dreadful time when Hubert was hurt Tripp must have thought me quite the door. She ftood on the threshold like and to ask questions as if as if she were a Jle saya In his letter: 'Mine not to a laughing, rain drenched fairy, raindrops make reply, mine not to reason why? But shining on her uncovered curly'headl dnd he not forgotten one single thing, I do beeven on her eyelashes, her small, white face lieve. glistening with rain. Little rivulets trlllod In fact, from the old sombrero with Ha shoe from her mackintosh, and her gave to the lariat and saddle, the cow-- ' bullethole forth the sound of a trodden rwamp ' of outfit boy Tripps ow a "younger youth "Merrial! Tou are soaked? cried Mrs. spread itself complete before Hubert' illumiBeaufort while Winifred fell upon her nated eyes; and when thereto were added an mackintosh. Jar. a. Navajo blanket, gorgeous with ...Indian, Aren't I?" laughed Merrial, with reckless and a group of strung, hand dhrgard of grammar. "Eut l'va had a zigzag stripes, of clay, tbe boy was past a animals painted scrumptious tune. Dr. Unwin picked me . word of gratitude,,, I homo half At least, picked htmnp. up way "I thought, she whispered to her aunt, Ilia face, plumping out above the rubber " that he might like to start I collection. ' thing, looked more like a nice American You don't mind, do you? The Utter and all? sun than anything Ive &en In England. The Indian You see. It' not like trash. And he brought up the box for me, too I knew the In and are real Tripp things In to Hubert's blesa him! He's taken it diana that made some of them. . room In the midst of the excitement Alice stole " But, Merrial, dear." said Mrs. Beaufort, away. Her mind had become a stage for " wa didn't see y ou go odj. M here hav e you conflict.' She got into her mackintosh and been? . went out. It was a relief to escape from Merrial, who had stepped out of her damp Merrial's enthusiasm and Huberts Joy. shoes, stooped to pick up the small, wet Her mind reverted to Dick Houlton. lie, things. When her face reappeared, it was now, would be able to understand. To ba flushed, and her eyes dared criticlem. sure, he couldnt endure Americans, but that I have been, said she slowly, to so a did not count against him with' Alice. It Aunt Jane." did not even seem to destroy his claim to the There was a little silence. during which post of an unbiased comrade. Mr. Houlton MemaJ's eyes flew from one to the other of had been always so sympathetic. He hud the astonished faces. On Mrs. Beaufort's' never found her too blunt, too honest. Some w they rested last Ith a shrinking little prayer men were so absurdly sensitive. Alice reIn their courage. They seemed almost pitimembered dance partners that had found her fully tq beg time, to deprecate a hasty judgpersistent snubbing painful. But Mr. IIoul-tou- ! ment. Well, after all, perhapa she had been " I am very glad you went without waiting more gentle with him, more womanly, lie for the girls, said Mis. Beaufort rather had made her feel more like a woman, with doctor and could do any good by digging it all gravely. his quiet deference, his whole heurfed atten" Did you enjoy it? demanded Alice, speakout. I n't bear it, and 1 wont' I must say to her speeches. lie had never laughed tion ' ing for tha first time, and with considerable Her something to her. It's unbearable. nor sneered. lie had respected licr opinions. voice shook with a real feeling of the cruelty grimness He hud even believed In woman's suffrage, Merrial's pupils suddenly dilated, her face ft it. had spoken of the good things which he flushed from'chin to brow. It wa terrible," "Hush, Alice deaf, her mother whispered, heard had come In progressive countries by abe said aoftly. "I I have never seen anylooking pathetically at her daughter sitting the zeal of Its women voters. thing like it! beside her. rigidly upright " And if the woman of the new countries, My head's get" Like what? demanded Winifred, in a ting better; III get up in a little while. Her as America and Australia, with her such puzzled tone, w hlle Alice stared. eyes closed again, the corners of her mouth slighter mentality, her more nervous and " Such an uly little house; such old, undrooping and her face still white and weary erratic organism, can do so much, what may comfortable things. And, Aunt Margaret from the pain of the ordeal bhe had gone not be done by tho Englishwoman 6Uch an Merrial put an impulsive hand on Mrs. Beauthrough. Englishwoman as yourself. Miss Beaufort? Aunt Margaret, how alone fort arm Alice sobbed openly; Winifred's eyes filled. Aliee flushed at the memory of the adjecshei la how desolatefly alone! And how proud; Dont, dearest,. Mrs. Beaufort comforted, tives that had followed. ful-lIm quite sure she and how pi ti toney poor! Why with an stroking Alice's hand. But MerrUJu self satisfaction was more awed own does alt her "she drop of meant to be helpful she didn't torture me difficult to attain. Bhe wrote a letter that work, every bit, and there isnt a rocking just out of empty curiosity. We mustn't be night: s chair in the house, and and Here Dad Dear: I've done whkt you've always unjust to her, dear. It was her way of show. " And she hasn't eyes spelled tragedy. ing interest. . She perhaps It wasn't tactful, warned me not to do: put too many irons in even a porcelain tub not one!" but she meant to be kind, I know she did. the Are; and it's a pretty hot one at that, and For an Instant her English audience Alice dried her eyes. I'm feeling scorched, if not actually burnod. wrestled with their mirth, then it burst forth. " Well, madre, she said w ith a quaver, But Im not going to ask you to pull tne out Winifred burled her face In tbe nearest sofa you are going to forgive her, of course; you of the flre; I Just want you to help me stoke llce dropped into a chair, and Mrs. cushion, I do. But can't I simply cant And always up, for fear one of the irons gets cold before Beaufort herself could not altogether restrain if she doesn't stop it I've got to speak out. I'm ready to strike it. her soft, apologetic mirth. I'm not a mere girl, and I've got to see that "I want you to write t that nice and " Is all that so very terrible, dear? she w onderful Dr. Reval, in Boston, and Ask him you're not made to suffer again like this. " Would life be unendurable to you asked. Mrs. Beaufort sighed, recalling her pain(as a great favor to you, not to me, don't a without rocking chair or a porcelain tub?" ful examination. I could have stood It betthat, or he might misunderstand; you forget Merrial drew herself away, and gave them he was very nice to my father's ter," she confessed. if she hadn't been so up- remember all a bew lldered, reproachful look that prom- . pallingly hus.nesslike and cool. daughter). He will do it for you, because you Ised laughter as soon aa inner conviction "Poor madre, murmured Winifred. really gave him his start. Let me soo yes, should permit. Mrs. Beaufort sat up "But you know ask him 1 he Isn't coming over to England O! not to me, perhapa. Aunt Margaret. and rallied herself we mustnt forget that soon, and say that theres something you But I enjoy roughing it. Aunt Jane Is pretty there's a difference in her way of doing want him to do for you, professionally, aa a old now, and O, dear! I do think ahed be things. She shefs not tike a young girl, great favor; that you cannot w rite him all happier with rocking chhirs and things. ' that's all. She never is. We cant judge her the details, but that I know all about it, and " Did did she offer you quince preserve? by the usual standards. will be write to me and let me know whether " Why not, I'd like to know? Alice bai gasped Winifred, coming up from her cushion be could tear himself away for, say; a couple "risen to her feet and 'was Stahding like an" Hke a "'hlc American aun. of weeks, from his hospitals and things, and But the mention of quince preserve, wlth her hands cJinched at her ngry when. After Ive heard from him Ill write It calmed McrrlaTa etcitementr did sides. though we Why cant judge her? Mustn't him all the details. not lighten her mood. Rather, she grew an American girl conform to womanly stand" Dad, dear, thla is the most important of sober and abstracted. ards? Mustn't she be sympathetic and genall the iron Ive got In my fire and I think Yew, said she gravely. I ate great tle and tactful? Well! with a sudden drop he's probably the only human being wno of tone " I know I'm not tactful myself, but - heaps ot It." can hammer it Into shape for me. So be a Winifred' face went down in the sofa heaven knows I try to be, and every one dear, and write him so that ho simply cancushion again. pitches into me when Im not. You never not refuse. The sooner he can the better, of "I never tastod anything at all like it course but any time la better than not at say that Im not to be judged by the usual before," continued Merrial, with her big eyes standards. O! It's time Merrial was taken all. fixed reminiscently on a point In space. to see Aunt Jane! It " I havent seen Dick again. But I have is unique. Aunt Margaret," coming back to To an outsider the threat might have been to see Aunt Jane, and you can address the present, will you be hurt or angry if sounded absurd, but her hearers tpok it sen-usi- y. letters to mo now at Ilolmbury, care of Miss tf I go away for a little Jane Coke. I'm going to stay with her for Alice lifted her eyebrows. But Winifred O, not yet? Mrs. Beaufort begged. a while. " Shes been here cried out a protest, and Mrs. Beaufort only a few weeks," proTripp haa sent me he most wonderful rN- tested Winifred wistfully, flushed, box of western stuff all the stuff we used to Alice swung the battery of her blue eyes "Go away? she repeated sensitively. use on the ranch when we were children. You want to go away? upon her sister. asked for It for Hubert I as he la " Tou are a goose about Merrial, said she "I don't want to? cried Merrial, putting . just crazy about everythingBeanfoat, to do with cattla " " " arms You both her around aunt But I think nl madre are spoiling her, wrathfully. punching and life In the west. I found hs I must Not very far away." and any one can see that shes been spoiled to had a whole shelfful of stories of American " Hew far?" death already by lwr precious dad. For life, his favorites, and had never really seen " Only about five miles and a half. I want my part, I wish we could hand her over to of the real stuff.- - He's detighted with It any Aunt Jane for the rest of the summer That to go to Aunt Jane. I want to pay her a long and Tripp Is the best dear old scout to hav visit" might stir her Up a bit. Id like to aee her taken all that trouble for me. , " Did she ask you? rattled. Shes never confused, nor emGood by, dad, dear; don't overwork and " nor head.-Merrial shook her barrassed, shy. Shes always. such a cool, get after Dr. Reval, pronto, wont you? little piece! aha reluctantly admitted. She Aunt Jane "Your MERRIE. didn't I'm going to be a surprise party. might ITo be continued. she like won't "Come, Ally, youve spoken your mind it Just at flrst But Maybe ICoornrbts IKd; Br Kitbrnue HewUo Burt er, , , -- Riv-lngto- ... oo AA, i&)ly Bernal RTJNT) AY MORNING. MAY 23. 1920. ... Several weeks had elapsed since Merrill Houlton's arrival at the Grange, during hloh the Bcauforts strenuous American cousin could not be accused of "letting the She had cergrass grow under her feet. tainly contrived to start something, though she herself was fully aware that it remained a debatable point whether she would arrive at a successful conclusion in any one of her thorny undertakings. - Only one member of the English household could yet be said to have come completely under her spell and that was Hubert. Her breezy camaraderie acted upon him like a tonic and the lack of any sort of commiseration in her attitude toward him, while it puzzled Winifred and half affronted Alice, roused the normal boy spirit in him with clearly -- w beneficial effect. Hhe had not been " at the Grange three days before she had impetuously cabled to Tripp Hart out west, at a length which, had her aunt and cousins seen the message, would quickly have roused' their suspicions as to MerrlaTs supposed poverty: " Send at once every variety y our discarded juvenile cattle puncher st.uff. costumes, gun, lariat, and whole outfit, by quickest route, to your chum. Merriz. Probably no one realized tbe nature of Merrial's treatment fully except the young physician who attended Hubert regularly; as y over I must be able to tell him every detail before he comes. I'm going over Uie tdp after breakfast. Whereupon Mrs. Beaufort had been deftly detached from her reserves and had been maneuvered up to her niece's bedroom. There the dear lady had unconsciously allowed herself to be deployed Into a comfortable chair, upon which position her enemy Instantly opened fire w ithout further parley. Aunt Margaret, didn't you think that was rather a hard sermon the vicar preached yesterday? Rather a cruel idea, 1 mean?" Mrs. Beaufort quickly fell ftto the trap. "No. my dear; I think it was very true. In this life we do very often find oqrselves obliged to seem cruel In order to bo truly kind. Merrial Mer-riui- paused, as if considering this in Of the light of her experience. She sighed course it may be so; but it's much easier to accept that doctrine when one is kindly hurting tho other person than when he is kindly hurting you. But yet, if it's true, one must believe In it both ways, I suppose. Certainly one must. It cuts both ways, as you lay. Merrial fixed her eyes firmly upon her aunt. "Will you prove it to me? she asked quickly. Mrs. Beaufort was a Uttle startled by the tone, but looked at her smilingly I think I'm 'game.' my dear, she said. "Only are you suro that youve got to be cruel and that In the end you will have been kind? I'm sure thats what I want to be kind, I mean, in the end. Wont you trust my judgment. Aunt Margaret, and let me do my best? The question was so scrious'y put and with suer Obvious Sincerity that Mrs. Beaufort. after only a moment's paus, replied: "Yes; and now what is it? She smiled I'll stick by my again, a little nervously guns, dear. Don't be afraid of that. "I want you, said Merrial distinctly and to tell me every last single thing slowly, -- -- . about Hubert's accident, and every least detail of what has been done for hbn since. Mrs. Beaufort went white to the lipe: her heart seemed to stop beating, her eyes, first glassy with horror, then looking her niece with dumb misery, slowly filled with tears of horrible anguish. Her lips trembled piteously as she protested: " Merrial, my- - dear, don't; please, pleas don't! You can't know what you are asking. Ah, please. Merrial had never known a moment when she was so near to relinquishing a fixed purpose. She knew that if she attempted to utter one word she would weaken and have to face defeat. She remained stonily silent,' her eyes fixed unwaveringly upon her aunt, mutely reminding her wretched victim of the promise given. Mrs. Beaufort took a long In drawn breath. " I promised you, Merrial and though I did so, not knowing what you Intended, I shall keep my promise. You cannot know . r J ' -- No-o,- " .