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

tie wrote her fifteen letters in all, in
GLIDING one from Calais, where he stopped
on his way to Berlin as military attache) },
and then he came TO the conclusion that
he must marry for money if he meant to
keep up the old place as it should be kept
"A matter that for many weeks had been
troubling him; and then he told himself
he was heartlesS fellow; and then-he
forgot herl
Patti is singing and deathless silence
Telgns, save for the grand tones that
swell, and fade, and rise again. filing the
wide expanse of the vast theatre with
rauturous melody. Through the great
hush the music is sobbing thrilling
holding, as in spell, the hearts of the
mighty cOncourse. Who shall say what
untorgotten memories are brought into
vivid life by these charming sounds?
Whatsad but exquisite recollections make
the pulses beat? At least they bring tears
into the eyes Of one.
she Is quite young girl, and in her alb
sorptlOn Is leaning rather more over the
cushions OF her box than she is aware.
her whole soul is in her face, which is
extremely beautiful.
''SIt back a little, dearest; you should
think sometimes" says pretty woman,
hall a dozen years her senior and evil
IDENTITY her chaperOn, tapping her furtively
with her fan. 'YOu know how people
watch your every movement, and they
VIII not believe"
What does it matter? Let her be hap
Ply IN her own way says young man
I hurriedly, to the pretty woman, stopping
a second message from the tan.
indeed, the girl has been so engrOssed
with Iattl that the first warning has gone
UNDECIDED. Her eyes are full of passionate
/ delight, tinctured with sadness-who is
/ ever merry when he hears sweet music?"
her lips are slightly parted. Her gown
3 costly ryifh
pearls, and she is older, graver, yet alto
| gether strangely unaltered since that time
year ago when she sat amid the fra
grant clover and watched the roses dying,
and listened, with far-Otf dreamy gaze, to
the plaintiye murmuring Of the waves as
they beat their foamy breasts against the
cruel rocks far down below.
Then her ''false love" sat beside her;
now. Her eyes grow dim. Slowly, as
though some inward force cOmpels her,
she turns them from the stage and looks
INFO the stalls below. There she sees
| him.
"Yerar The voice comes to herYague-
/ ly, indistinctly, as it were through a hazy
mist. 1t is her Cousins Lady Vynor's)
voice, and it awakes her to the necessity
OF calm. She is still leaning on the cush-
/ IONS Of the box, but now she draws her.
/ self up and leans back until she is so
/ hidden by the curtains on her side that
meath. Raising her hand, she passes it
hurriedly across her forehead.
! ''She is ILL.," says Lord Digby, hastily.
He is the young man who had taken her
part a moment since.
''Ah! so she ISL says Lady Vynor, in
frightened way, "Vera, dearest"
1T is only the heat" says the cir, com
pellng herself to speak by passionate
effort. ut is really nothing" She leans
: back SSain as if exhausted,
what is to be dOne?s says Lady Wy
nor, helplessly, half rising from her seat.
She is a nervous woman, always on the
lockout for midnight CONGREGATIONS and
sudden deaths.
Nothing" says Digby, quickly. "Tbe
opera is nearly over. Give her time to re-
cover herself Il little and then take her
home. The heat is intense; it is no Won
der she feels it,
Indeed Vera is ashen gray, but has by
this time feigned a certain amount OF COM
posture, and with it the knowledge that
the old love upon which he had set such
store is-dead; buried lost, gone, past all
| recall, in that one brief moment when her
eyes had rested upon Stainer's.
Digby, taking a scent-b0ttle from Lady
NynOr, presses it into Nera's hand with
out looking at her. The dehcacy, the ten
derness of this action falls warmly on the
girls bruised heart. How good he has
been to her!--how sincerely he has loved
her and Obeyed her slightest behest for
| two lCGg months without reward or any
hope Of it!
Twice Vera had refused him, and twice
he lad taken her refusal very well, but
with an evident determination to perse-
we're in his suit. Being an Englishman, !
he had declined to recognize defeat. And
now, indeed, III this hour, does lie find his
constancy crowned with success. The |
generosity and spirit, the gentleness that |
marks him for its own, becomes fully
known to her as she withdraws her eyes
from that unexpected recognition III the
stalls. She turns with a shudder Of re-
pugnance from the dark beauty OF the
false face there, and CHANGING at pIgby, !
tells herself there is surely beauty greater
than the merely physical; so thinking, she |
says some little KIND thing to him that !
lilis his heart from Hades to Olympus.
To explain TO you about Stainer. When |
his eyes had fully met hers, and he IS sat |
isfied that the radiant young beauty, up
above, is in very truth the simple child |
whose love he had played with for awhile !
and then flung carelessly aside, he turns |
to the man next him.
"WhO is that girl in white in the box up !
there?" he says. hOarsely.
''My dear fellow Not know the reign |
ing beauty of the hOur?" says his friend. |
That is bliss WriOthesly, the most eX- |
ouisife creature in England, recognized |
as such"
II have been abroad stammers Stain
er. with a poor attempt at indifference
The scent of dying roses, the roar OF |
far-of ocean is in his ears.
"Ah! just s),' says his friend, plying
". Greatest mistake in the world to go
one foot out OF town. They say travelling
enlarges the mind. 1t narrows it to my
thinking The sweet, shady side of Pail
Mall and the Row will teach you all that
ever you may want to knOw-and good
deal mOre.'
s.Tell me of Miss Wriothesly," inter-
rupts Stainer, impatiently.
Don't YOU see my theory eXemplided
straight through? If you had staid at
home, like sensible nan, you would not
have had to ask the question. a year ago
she was unknown. Then fortune found
her. Some forgotten relation IN Canada
died aud left her sole heiress to his enor-
nous wealth, whereupOn other relatives
| suddenly discovered they had for years
been pining for her society. Her cousin,
Lady VynOr (pretty woman in the box
! with her }, sWOOped down to the country
grange where the girl was buried alive,
and, bringing her up to town, flung her
upon the world of fashion. A beautiful
/ heiress is a rarity. Need say now mag
nifcent was her success?'
/ with dry lips that almost refuse to speak
! tor him. Vera has now withdrawn from
/ the front Of the box, and wild desire. 10
rise and go to her, to see her again face
to face, to hear her voice, is maddening
/ him.
"That is Lord Digby. Good catch, too,
and terribly epris in that quarter. Dare
say she'll marry him after all, though she
has refused him, oil and on, it's whis-
pered, ever since their firstmeeting. They
say her maid brings her a bouquet and
fresh offer from him every morning"
'.She has refused him them" says Stain
er, a fierce glow Of hope springing up
within his breast. The one glimpse caught
of her a moment since has walked in him
a second love, before which the firstseems
cold and tame. Can this radiant beauty,
with the pure, proud face, be indeed the
little tOnd girl who had told him of her
longing to be great 'ladye," and whose
aspirations he had so mockingly crushed?
Eyes. But time works wonders and
most women go down before title. Per-
haps, with her beauty, she aims at higher
| game; but 1 should think an earldom
ought to count. Oh, yes, PYe no doubt
she'll marry him in the long rum"