Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-08-24
CHAPTER LII.

CHAPTER III.
GLOW swiftly do old memories float about our
ripper hours,
They're like the fragrant breath that fills
the vase of perfumed flowers;
They bear an uneXtinguished ray, a light
that never dies,
borrowed radiance gliding earth, with
radiance from the skies"
The hours of the day on which Frank
was expected passed YEARLY to Glare.
She had been herself to the room appro-
priated to his use to be certain that it was
in perfect order. The arrangements were
complete; the spotless drapery of bed and
windows pleased even her i22stldlous eye.
There was large, luxurious, inviting
looking chair drawn up to the window
which opened to the floor, and from which
you could step out ON to a Yine-coYered
piazza overlooking a beautiful Orangery,
the trees loaded with the fruit which al
ready began to assume the golden hue.
Pillows of down arranged on the sofa,
which stood so that it could conveniently
be drawn out on the shaded piazza for a
noon sIesta; the freshest and sweetest of
flowers in vases put around in all imagi-
nable stands wherever place could be
found for them. A table covered with the
choicest English and French works, for
we had not then much literature of our
own. The latest London and Paris and
New Orleans papers-the latter pigmies
in size compared with their foreign con-
temporaries. The contents of the last
three or four mails, not only in the way
of newspapers, but periodicals, quarter
lies, reviews, etc., were put in this guest
chamber to minister to the pleasure of
the expected guest. Nothing had been
forgotten or overlooked; everything was as
it should be, and this was true of all the
house; the well-trained servants of the
establishment rarely needed the eye of
the mistress, so fully versed were they in
their respective duties, and so faithful in
the performance of them.
At length as the evening waned, Glare
sought position on one OF the upper gal
leries overlooking the road which the
stage would take as it approached the
house, and aDXiOusly awaited its arrival.
AS soon as she got a glimpse of the heavy
numbering vehicle, she bounded down
the stairs like a flash, and was striking
across through the flower garden that
she might reach the road by a nearer
path than the one leading through the
avenue, when her light, gauZy dress
caught in the thorns of a large rose bush,
and was so badly torn that she was obliged
to retrace her steps, and so to her own
room and change it before she was pre-
sentable.
Clare was greatly chagrined at the
contretemps which had prevented her
from being the first to welcome Frank.
Rosa quite enjoyed it in the hope that it
would prove a useful lesson to her, and,
as Clare hurried her TO get another dress
for her to put on, said:
LA! miss, you neber bin larn muffin at
all; he jes bin done tare he clothes off he
back bein' in SIGH hurry, am he keep on
hurrying all de same"
Frank was in the parlOr chatting away
gaily with her mother, feeling himself
quite at home when Clare went down.
He said as she entered the room and he
rose to meet her:
Il expected my little Bunnie to be the
first to meet me, and have been here at
least five or ten minutes without getting
glimpse of her."
"Well, YOU must blame Rosa and not
me; | tried my best to hurry her, but
found it impossible. Rosa thinks that
haste in any matter is very undignifed,
and tries to instill similar sentiments in
the mind of her young mistress"
'sBut does not succeed very WELL" said
Mrs. Honfeur. "When did you hear last
from your mother, Frank, and how was
sheg'
at is about two weeks since 1 have had
a letter, and it was SIX weeks old when it
reached me. Vessels at this season of the
year, you know, always have long pas
sages: that is one reason mother gives for
not coming home now as she anticipated.
NJ. lie Verrier, fathers partner, is
abroad now, and father wrote to mother
that it would be a good opportunity for
her to come with him, but she said she
was not ready to return yet. Paris is
very gay, and you know mother is sotond
of festivities"
"And when does NJ. LIE Nerrier re-
turnY' asked Clare, as she made an effort
TO appear Indifferent and conceal the in
terest she was conscious she felt in the
reply.
s'He seems to be in no hurry to come.
Father has been looking for him for some
time; he was certain he would be in on
the last packet, but he failed to put in an
appearance"
"What sent him abroad n0w?' inquired
Mrs. Honfieur. "He went last spring,
and | thought he only went once year."
"He was called there by business. He
and father had bought large lot of pei
tries, and they decided that it was best to
go and dispose of them now while there
was such a demand for Jhem."
HSpeaking of furs reminds me of some
thing which has created quite a sensa-
ton in our city of late. You remember
Mr.. Morse, the wealthy old man, who,
while he is so misanthro c in his ways,
y: does so much good VIA his wealth.
] was many years ago fur trader liy-
in Missouri Territory. The Indians
3cked his home there once when he
away from it to avenge themselves
TO-. some indignity which they had suffer-
ed from the whites. On his return to his
home. where he had lett wife and four
children. he was Mortified on finding the
house desolate. the floors stained with the
blood of his family and spattered with
their brains.
SsOn searching the woods where the
] f1ty Ira no
found three of his children killed and hor-
ribly mangled; his wife and little boy he
never found. There were traces where
something apparently a wOman's body,
Judging from the marks of trailing drape-
nv, had been drawn to the rivers edge
and seemingly cast into its rolling tide.
/ Mr.. Morse supposed That his Wlle ana
other son were engulfed in its turbulent
waters. and had the river dragged for
DAYS, but never found them. He moved to
New Orleans and became the mOrose, Sc
cluded man we have always known him
to be. His office has long been head
quarters for all the Indians who come to
the city, and many have talked Of the
friendship he seemed to cultivate for
them.
cit seems he has ever been on the qui viy6
for information about his murdered fami-
ly, and has never parted with the hope
that he might some day meet with his long
lost wife and child.
''Some two months since an cid Indian
calling himself Okinchimaree came to
the city and Mr.. Morse found, on entering
into conversation with him, that he was
a chieftain in the very tribe that had COM
mitted the outrage. He came up to see
some of his companions who were at Mr..
Morse's office, and remained there some
time. He was very much under the in-
fuence of LIQUOR and boosted of the eX-
PLOTS of his tribe, told of the pale face
who lived among them, and was unable
to keep pace with the red man, either in
the hunting grounds or war path.
''Mr. Morse listened with the greatest
eagerness to the conversation between
him and his fellOw-savages, and felt
presentiment that the pale face Okinchi-
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