Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-01-20
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEws: SUNDAY, JANUARY 20 ls4

and is quietly but rapidly making a sub.
stantal meal or the lovely fall buds of q
beautiful Marechal Neil rose. This is an
Old tOrager, and Marin Marg'et knows her
well. Her Indignation for a while is so
/ great that, without taking step to stop
the ruthless spOliatiOr, with one hand
on each hip she bitterly apostrophizes her
natural enemy.
BLESS my heart and sOull Bless nv
| blessed heart and sOull You here again
You miser'ble starvation creeter you'll L
wish WAS by you"
But, even as she speaks, the happy
kline placidly munches her delicate meal.
Marin Marget looks Il little FOOLISH but
she knows what she is doing, and knows
it well. II she wee an historian she
might comfort herself with the reflection
that she is not a whit more absurd than
&erXes inditing a letter to Mount Athos,
although she will never, like the magnti-
cant Persian, have a place in history.
But she knows what she is doing; for, In
the interval Of upbraiding the VoraciOus
COW, she is giving Charlie ample time to
hear her voice, and 10 run out at the front
gale unseen.
This IS quickly done, and as Charities
1.-the figure glides softly out and leaves
the gate ajar, with one brawnv arm
Marin Marg'et SHES a stone so successful
ly towards the rOsebush that the COW,
recognizing long-knOwn authority,
meekly yields to the inevitable and walks
quickly out of this pleasant pasture, and
Marin Marg'et, too old a strategist even
to smile, hurries back TO the house, and
in these words makes her report at head
quarters.
'Tain't no sort er use, ma'am, no sort
or use our trying to circumwent Miss
Charlie. She born a agrivationl an
she'll die a agrivatiOn! AS the blessed
Moses says in de blessed book, Spar de
rod, Spite de child She too ole fur rod,
and We mus bar de cross" with which she
closes the door, and, true to a lifelong
habit of cOmmuning with herself aloud,
repeats frequent refrain.
Thank de blessed Lord by dis time my
chile latin in her aunte siLtin'-rOOm.
Blessed be Godp and, dropping her adj
mnistratiVe affairs for the present,
Marin Marg'et sits down on the back door
steps for her afternoon snatch OF nap.
In his own pretty garden bare-headed
and thoughtful walks DR.. Fearne. On
his snowy head the sunshine falls like
benedictiOn, and the sOftest of summer
breeZes cOols his smooth cheeks. He
walks Il little bent, with his hands closely
clasped behind him. He has had hard
day Of thought and study, and he is tired.
But he cannOtquite take the benefit of the
charming day and times. He has been
''adVanced." A mighty scuffle with the
new school and evolution" as represent
ed by Tyndall, Huxley and others, has
walked the old long quiet fires of a mill
tant faith in his soul. He is stirred by the
trumpet sounding the call $40 armsp
bat his armor no longer fits his shrunken
frame. He is, alas! too old to enter the
lists, and, like retired General, must
tight tireside battles now, with crutch,
SO to speak. For the first time in his life
he deplOres his advanced age. Somebody
must iuaugurdte the holy crusade against
''lnideltY,' but the work is for younger
men. Still clarion note may be sound
cd. just an initial note through the press,
and to the correct turning of this note his
thoughts have been addressed all day,
and, wrought to an unwonted excitement,
he cannot lay aside the subject even, as
now, when he is tired and needs the rest.
Thought iterates and reiterates itselfun-
til he is impatient of its tolls. Straight
eniny himself to his talest inch, he reso-
lutely leaves the quiet walk and moves
quickly toward the front gate. Looking
casually up and down he certainly es-
pies something good for the eye. His
whole face lights up. A tender smile
moves his set lips. His grey eyes beam
with pleasure.