Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-10-12
CHAPTER XXVL

Miss jamie read the letter once and
again, and her malicious nature reYeled
in its suggestiyeness. She wrote letter
to send in the place of it which we copy:
''DEAR ARTHUR went down the road
this morning, as usual, at an early hour
to meet Jem as he returned from the Of
flee that l might get your letter that much
sooner. 1 got nv feet wet and skirts so
bedraggled that / was obliged TO change
as soon as 1 returned home, much to
| ROsa's chagrin, who says she knows l
will catch my death of cold going out in
such heavy dews, and poor compensation
got for it this morning.
ssJem handed me your letter of the 10th,
which gave me more pain than pleasure.
You say, Arthur, that you are getting
jealous Of Mr.. Green. l thought your
confidence in me was established, and if
it is so easily shaken you could never
have repOsed much in me, and no love can
exist without confidence. l told you
frankly that liked Mr.. Green, but moth
ing was farther from my thoughts than
his supplantIng you. No one could help
liking him, for he is so noble and good, and
a splendid looking young man besides.
never 90 anywhere else to church now
but to the chapel TO hear him, and though
they all say his sermons are so good,
am afraid they do not profit me much, for
/ am all the time admiring the speaker.
''We have had some splendid rides to-
gether on horseback. l enjoy riding so
much more with him than with only
Prince for an attendant; and when at
home he is always in the house and
spends most of his time readiug to me,
and YOU know how much l enjoy hearing
anyone read aloud. Your mother has
limited to me that / ought not to be too
intimate with Mr.. Green, but / feel per-
fectly secure in a knowledge of the
thOpght Of my own principles. have no
fears Of ever falling in love with two men
at once.
ssMY letters from you are very irregular.
Some days do not get any, the next mail
l often get two together. L must send
you a short letter this time, as Mr.. Green
is waiting for me to come down. We are
reading 'Childe Harold now and we are
80 much interested in it. As ever tondly,
"CLARE HONFLEUR."
Miss Thompson had written and re-
vised and written again until she had pro-
duced the above, which proved satisfacto-
~ to her. She said TO herself: "This ex-
presses Just enough and not too much. 1t
will prepare him for the next, which shall
be more startling still. / have alluded to
the same subjects which she did, and
probably his answer to it will be such as
to need no meddling with on my part; but
il il should think ] can copy his writing
as well as l have done hers. If l can he
could not tell the difference himself" She
folded the letter just as Clare had folded
hers, and made II in appearance eYeryWay
like it; and then directing it properly she
sent a servant to the post office with it
that there might be no delay in forward
ing it, as the mail left before day the next
morning. Feeling particularly well salts
fed with her mornings work, she went
down stairs to her mother prepared to
wait upon her.
SHOW was it you could not come down
when sent for youw said Mrs. Thomp-
son, feebIy as she was lying bOlstered up
in the bed. "Here have been suffering
all the morning for a little attention,
which you would not give me yourself nor
allow any one else TO give me. rOu
might as well be back in New Orleans as
far as / am concerned. When you are not
here can make the servants wait upon
me- When you are here you will not at
tend to my wants yourself. viii you
suffer them to do it?'
Il wish 10 gracious l was back there"
said jamie, spitefully. "Why did you
send for me? l would much rather
be where 1 could enjoy myself, than
TO be shut up here With a whimsical
old woman, who never knows what she
wants, and lives all the time by fretting
herself and everybody about here. No one
can have any peace Of their lives where
you are. For my part 1 do not see how
the servants can stand you, and have
told them so fifty times"
Her poor, weak-minded mother cried and
sObbed as she exclaimed: "Never mind,
jamie L shall not be here much longer to
trouble any one. When / am dead and
buried, you will think Of all the abuse you
have heaped upon me, and be sorry for
it,
81 shall not be here much longer"