Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-11-09
CHAPTER X.

The next few weeks are pleasantly
spent by Pauline in receiving and return
ing calls. 1t does not bore her as the
novelty has not worn off. This city lite,
with its round of pleasures, she keenly
enjoys. She has visited every studio in
the city. Irene is her companion Oltener
than her husband. He is now insisting
upOn office hours, and, although he spends
every spare moment with his bride, he is
necessarily away from home great deal.
Pauline makes friends wherever she
goes. Irene cannot divine the cause.
s'It must be her doll-baby face" she said
to herself, with a sheer. ''She cannot
sing, play or dance, and talks but little"
Irene was wrong. Pauline possessed a
sweet. attractive grace; although little
shy, is bright, frank and merry-hearted.
Better than all, she has that tact or name
less quality which only q few persons pos
sess-Of drawing forth the admiration OF
men and the love OF women.
Her beauty consists in part OF the sweet
freshness Of youth and health: ms is
not ALL The varying expressions of her
lovely face: the charm of her voice in con-
versation; the characteristics of her mind
as we'll as Of her person always draw to
her side those whose presence and atten-
ton honor WOmanhood.
Mrs. Winters, the Senator's sister,
called early upon Pauline. She was out,
and missed seeing her. Reginald told her to
return her call, and that he would be glad
if she would cultivate her friendship, he
hOnOred her good qualities so highly.
One bright day Pauline deposited Irene
and Flora Yanncy at the door of the
Public Library, where Irene and Flora
wanted to stop
Pauline said she would drive around
and call on Mrs. Winters. They were
mutually pleased with each other.
you know l am prepared to be great
friends with you. DIR. Mayheld has al,
ways been great faYorlte OF mine.
know it is pleasant to hear ones husband
praised. so l won't mind telling you
think him quite hero. So few young men
would work 50 hard as he does with the
poor. His reputation has reached very
high already. He is both hOnorod and
loved by rich and poor"
81 have heard Reginald say that he
owed much of his success to you; that
you had so kindly pointed out the good ne
might do, and encouraged him in his
studies, and hear you have been equally
kind to Douglass"
eyes, l dislike to see q man content
with being idle because little money has
been left him. If every man hasn't a
mission, possessing energy and vim he
can accomplish something for himself and
for his race. BY the way, Reginald tells
me YOU paint. l have some rare pictures
in the library; if you will come Phi show
them to you. These two" continued Mrs.
Winters, on entering the library, ''came
from Europe, and were bought for
Raphael's own work; they are clever imi-
tatiOns. l see you are interested in that
mosaic. Everyone is. 1t is said to have
been executed by Zuccati, Of Treyiza."
Eyes, know how it is done; the design
is traced on plaster of Paris or mastic,
and into this small bits of glass are driven,
according to the tints desired, by a small
mallet; any creyices which are left are
filed with pounded marble, then the pic
lures are ground down sometimes, l be-
lieve, and polished. This is the first one
I'ye ever seen; it is quite a curiosity. l
expect I'll come 20 see 1t again. Pm en-
thusiastic over anything Of this kind.
enjoy trying to paint much myself"
Il hope you will come often, and con-
slider me always your friend" with so
much earnestness that Pauline was
touched, and kissed her gratefully.
81 promised Irene not to stay very long.
She had some shopping and other odds to
attend to, so left her to call again for her
in an hour. She babe me say she would
come and sing for you, according to prom
Use, very soon."
Pauline found Irene and her voluble
friend, Flora Yanncy, waiting impatlently
at the door for her.
so, dear, Mrs. Mayfield, you don't know
how tired we are. Irene had such time
matching that ribbon, and do think that
clerk at Barton's quite too impolite, didn't
you, Irene? And oh, Mrs. Mayfield, what
nice turnout you have. You must be per-
fectly happy, and that makes me think Of
the story you told me, Irene, of DIR. May
fields early love scrapes. Did they tell
you, Mrs. Mayfeld?"
"No," said Irene, warningly; but the
tone was only noticed by Pauline. Flora
was listening only to her own tongue.
swell, l don't see why. Irene has his
photographs at all ages-one when he was
only sixteen Make her show it to you.
People rarely marry their first love. Have
you not found it so, Mrs. MayfeldT
''Mine is one OF the rare cases, guess,
as DIR. Mayfield was both my first and last
and only love-"
ssWell, l declare! l know Pve loved
just dozen handsome young men, and