Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-06-01

had certain Importance for this candid
Ieuton; but / must pass briefly over the
incidents that Immediately followed it.
He wondered what it was open to him,
after such an introduction, to do with re-
gard to her, and he determined he would
push through his American tale and dis
cover what the hero did. But in very
short time he perceived that Miss Day had
nothing in common with the heroine of
that work, save a certain local quality
and the fact that the male sex was not
terrible to her. Her local quality. in
deed, he took rather on trust than APP
pretended for himself; she was native
to small town in the interior of
the American continent, and a lady from
New York, who was on the ship, and
with whom he had a good deal of CONVEX
sation, assured him Miss Day was exceed
ingly provincial. How this lady ascer-
tanned the fact did not appear, for VOgel-
stein observed that she held no commu-
Mon with the girl. 1t is true that she
threw some light on her processes by re-
marking to him that certain Americans
could tell Immediately who other Ameri-
cans were, leaving him to Judge whether
or no she herself belonged to the dIscrimi-
mating class. She was a Mrs. Danger
field, handsome, confidential, insinu-
ating woman, and VOgelstein's talk
with her took a turn that was
almost philosophic. She convinced him,
rather effectually, that even in
great democracy there are human
differences, and that American life was
full of social distinctions, of delicate
shades, which foreigners are often too
stupid to perceive. Did he suppose that
every one knew every one else, in the big
gest country in the world, and that one
was not as free to choose ones company
there as In the most monarchical COM
munities? She laughed these ideas to
scOrn, as VOgelstein tucked her beautiful
furred coyerlet they reclined together a
great deal in their elongated chairs well
over her feet. How free an American lady
was to choose her company she abundant
ly proved by not knowing any one on the
steamer but Count Otto. He could see for
himself that Mr.. and Mrs. Day had not
her peculiar stamp. They were fat, plain,
serious people, who sat side by side on
the deck for hours, looking straight
before them. Mrs. Day had
white face, large cheeks, and small
eyes, her forehead was surrounded
with multitude of little tight black
curls, and her lips moved as if she had
always a lOZenge in her mouth. She
wore entwined about her head an article
which Mrs. Dangertield spoke of as a
"nuby"-a knitted pink scarf which
covered her couture and encircled her
neck, having among its cOnYOlutiOns a
hole for her perfectly eXpressionIess face.
Her hands were folded on her stomach,
and in her still, sWathed figure her little
beadlIke eyes, which occasionally changed
their direction, alone represented life.
Her husband had stiff gray beard on his
chin, and bare, spacious upper liD, to
which constant shaving had impaired a
kind of hard glaze. HIS eyebrows were
thick and his nOstrils wide, and when
he was uncovered, in the saloon, it was
visible that his grizzled hair was dense
and perpendicular. He might have
looked rather grim and truculent, if it
had not been for the mild, familiar, ac-
commOdating gaze with which his large,
light-cOlOred pupils-the leisurely eyes of
a silent man appeared to consider sur
rounding objects. He was evidently more
friendly than fierce, but he was more diff
dent than friendly. He liked to look at
you, but he would not have pretended to
understand you much nor to classify you,
and would have been sorry that it should
put you under an obligation. He and his
wife spoke sometimes, but they seldom
talked, and there was something passive
and patient about them, as if they were
victims of a spell. The spell, however,
was evidently pleasant-it was the fasc-
nation of prosperity, the confidence of Sc
curity, which sometimes makes people
arrogant, but which had had such diff
ferent effect upon this simple, salts
ment of every kind appeared to have
been arrested. Mrs. Dangerfeld told
Count Vogelstein that every morning,
after breakfast, the hour at which he
wrote his journal, in his cabin, the old
couple were guided up stairs and installed
In their customary corner by Pandora.
This she had learned to be the name OF
their elder daughter, and she was i'm
mensely amused by her discovery. ''Pan-
dora"-that was in the highest degree
typical; it placed them in the social scale,
if other evidence had been wanting; YOU
could tell that girl was from the in
teriOr-the mysterious interior about
which Vogelstein's imagination was now
quite eXcited-when she had such a name
as that. This young lady managed the
whole family, even a little the small be-
fiOunced sister, who, with bold, pretty,
innocent eyes, torrent of fair, silky hair,
a crimson fez, such as is worn by
male Turks, very much askew on top Of
it, and way Of gallOping and straddling
about the ship in any company she could
pick up (she had long, thin legs, very
short skirts, and stockings Of every tint),
was going home, in elaborate French
clothes, to resume an interrupted educa-
ton. Pandora overlooked and directed
'
for himself-could see that she was very
active and decided-that she had in high
degree the sentiment of responsibility,
and settled most of the questions that
could come UP for a family from the in
terror. The voyage was remarkably fine,
and day after day it was possible to sit
there under the salt sky and feel
ones self rounding the great
curves of the globe. The long deck
vHrhT 10 CHI
black circle of the ocean and in the in
tense sea light, while the shadow of the
smoke streamers trembled on the familiar
floor, the shoes Of fellow passengers, dis
tinctive now, and in some cases irritating,
passed and repassed, accompanied, in the
air, so tremendously ''open," that render
ed all voices weak and most remarks
rather fiat, by fragments of opinion on the
run of the ship. Vogelstein by this time
had finished his little American story, and
now definitely judged that Pandora Day
was not at all like the heroine. She was
of quite another type; much more seri-
Gus and preoccupied, and not at all
keen, as he had supposed, about
making the acquaintance of gentlemen.
Her speaking to him that first af-
ternOOn had beens he was bound to be-
lieve, an incident without Importance for
herself; in spite of her having followed it
up the next day by the remark thrown at
him as she passed, with a smile that was
almost familiar: otis all right, sir. l
have found that old chair After this
she had not spoken to him again, and had
scarcely looked at him. She read a great
deal, and almost always French books in
fresh yellow paper; not the lighter forms
of that literature, but volume of Sainte-
Beuve, of Renan, or at the most, in the
way of dissipation, of Alfred De Musset.
She took frequent exercise, and almost al
ways walked alone, J. It, apparently, hav-
ing made many trienGs on the ship, and
being without the resO rec of her parents,
who, as has been rel ted, never budged
out of the cosy corner IN which she plant
ed them for the day. Her brother was
always in the smoking room, where VO-
gelstein observed him, in very tight
clothes, his neck encircled with a collar
like a palisade. He had a sharp little
face, which was not disagreeable; he
smoked enormous cigars, and began his
drinking early in the day; but his app
pearance gave no sign of these excuses.
AS regards euchre and poker, and the
other distractions Of the place, he was
guilty of none. He evidently understood
such games in perfection, for he used to
watch the players, and even at moments
impartially advise them; but Vogelstein
never saw the cards in his hand. He was
referred to as regards disputed points,
and his opinion carried the day. He took
little part in the conversation, usually
much relaxed, that prevailed in the
smoking room, but from time to time he