Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-11-16

he went on bis errand of mercy, his wife
sat pale, weary, through many long hours
with a strange, new pain in her heart.
Thoughts blue and black began to knock
against her -Oul, where dull care had
never before sat euthrOned.
"Of this Pm resolved. | am not going to
the parsonage just now Pm going to stay
here. Pm going to learn to sing and play.
l feel l can do as well as Irene. Pm not
going to NOPE either, and Reginald shall
see his wife can be as charming as that
~black-eyed beauty. l feel l know / shall
succeed. / will possess Reginald's whole
heart"
1t was late the next morning before
anyone came to the dining-roOm, and
ClOe, in the kitchen, grumbled and scold-
ed.
"Pll be put out the whole day; break
fast be spoiled, and when they do come it
will be one at a time. Even Miss Pau
line, who's always first, is behind time
this morning. Don't you see that bread
burning dar, sam? Turn dat pan round,
you lazy niger; dar's de bell at last.
Here, take this cold stuff up and see if
Miss Mary blame me this mOrnin'; here
It's ten O'Clock, if it's a minute"
Pauline is so filed with her new idea
and her plans She fOrgets to be as charm
ing as she intended to be. DR.. Mayfeld,
seeing she eats nothing scarcely, is filled
80 HA-A@ IN I41A=AE VI IL al AJAAl
This makes him sad.
Irene is not in a good humOr. Mrs.
Maytield says little, but il is well known
she doesn't like to have her breakfast late
to indulge a tardy trOup, so the meal ends
as it began, in silence; and Mrs. May
field, pushing back her cup, a testify:
Il think ClOe could at least have kept
the coffee hot. Irene, shall l order the
carriage? l think you said you wished to
90 UP town, and l have to make the visit
l spoke Of"
mo, if you will excuse me. 1 have a
headache; a patient at home, you see,
cousin Reginald"
"Then I'll excuse myself" returned her
aunt, and they all dispense.
Reginald asks Pauline to come with
him; and Irene, not having the energy to
think up something to part them, sees them
go off together.
He urges her to go home awhile. This
he finds. to his surprise, she fatty refuses
to do. Next he proposed to take her to
Tallulah. but she offered so many excuses
and seemed so anxious to stay at home,
he finally, with a feeling of relief, ceased
his efforts to drive her away, as she long
ingly told HIM he was trying TO do.
Il am not sick" she added. "Pm 60
ing to take a walk every day, and you
shall see how rosy l will grow, and l shall
eat any amOun of dinner. Now, you
watch me-
suppose you begin your walks right
now? III 20 with you. Comet"
mo; YOU haven't time, l know, and III
enjoy going alone best" she said, the fill
hurting her a little the while.
He. hurt, says only:
every well, then En 90 up town. Good
bye. l hope you will enjoy your walk; =
this with a touch OF reproOf in his voice.
Il know l WILL" she replied, gayly.
Running back she prepares for hel
walk, wishing it had not been too late tC
take two walks.
Il did so want to go with him. and be
thinks l wanted to avoid him. L hope
shall find the professor at hOme."
Mrs. Winters had carried her to see hel
old friend, so Pauline knew where TO fine
his simple little cottage, though the wall
was 4 long n HOneysuckle vines GOV
cred the porch and windows, while Other
flowers bOrdered the neat walks, nj Pau
line told the professor at once he ought tC
call it HOneysuckle bower.
Yes he replied, L have a honey in
side as sweet as those outside. Come il
and meet her. She was away the even
ing you were here last month. Maria
this is Mrs. Winters friend, Mrs. DR.. May
field"
A sweet little creature rose to meet
hel, letting her work drop, and saying
very sweetly:
Pm so happy to know you. DIR. May
field was so kind to Henri when he wa
i'll last summer, and so thoughtful of me
I will always cherish his loved ones as m
friends"
Pauline thanked her, and after chattin!
a while she soon preached the subjectn ea,
her heart; and the professor, seeing
probable pupil (instead of a friend loom
ing up before him in his lady visitor, a
once opened the piano, for their parlor ant
Sitting-rOOm were one.
"HaYe YOU eve taken lessOns?"
so, yes; l a play p%assably well.
want to sing, and | fear L nave not tn
voice."
Come, let's see you play this
Putting a simple piece before her, sht
PLAYED il passably well.
Eyes! Now play something you know
This she did well.
You say you desire to sing:"
Yes
"Well now let me have piano and II
see. Here, sing Home, Sweet Home,''
and as she sings he listens intentIy to eacl
note. After she ceases, he only says
"Sing il Oyer again." She sings it al
through and stops. ''Sing it again." h.
demands.
"IIenri," said his wife, who came III
softly to bis side, "are 0 going to make
Mrs. Mayfield sing that song all day."
"All day, my dear? I'm listening ant
measuring her voice. l don't understand
it.. You sing, too, Maria, ard Mrs. May
field try and sing alto. Your soprano II
not good and never Will be-"
Pauline is quite overcome with shame
and disappointment. In a ONE Maria
sees il and whispers:
Don't feel nurt yet; Henri sees some
thing in your voice to interest hun, ]
know. Try and do just as he says"
Il will play your notes, Mrs. Mayfield
Marie will sing her part.v said the
professor. Il will sing bass, and, Mrs
Mayfe,d. you will sing alto" and both be.
gan, Pauline protesting she never had anC
could not sing alto.
Seeing both expected her to try, she
timidly began to try, and then finding she
could catch the notes tried with more
ardOr.
The professor, taking time only to fine
his well-used handkerchief to wipe hi
earnest face, played on, and made the two
sing "HOme, Sweet Home" until Marie
said:
Henri, not another note do l sing
Wen both call it that Bitter Home if W.
consent to wear the notes out mucf
longer. Why not let us try something
else?"
"Why, Marie" he returned, impatient,
". Il was not thinking of the song; it was
] LlE NOlCE L eo OOhAA "a
And failed to find" added Pauline, re-
signedly.
Mrs. Mayield, you desire my opinion ~
said the professor, wiping his face.
"Yes.n
You have one of the sweetest alto
voices l ever heard. l saw there was
something in your voice, and the thought
struck me perhaps twas that. What dc
you think, Marie?"
81 agree with YOU, Henri.D
81 am SO gratified, professor. How LONG
will it take you to learn me enough to pre-
sent my vOice?''
THAT depends on how hard you try, and
how you practice"
Il will come to you, professor, as often
as pOssible-every day at least. l wish to
take nv husband by surprise, so wish him
to know nothing of it,"
Then hastily bidding them goodbye she
hurried home.
Irene watched too closely not to observe
that Pauline was unhappy.
sSMy pains are not for naught." she
whispered to herself. 81 want to have a
little more excitement before l leave, and
then perhaps the cooling doves will find
they do; III never e%nligbten the fools"
CHAPTER MI.
The letter Irene received from her
brother a thus:
sDEAR SIS-What game are you up to
now? And so that little country lass is a
| fine lady ?-supplanted you, Ell? Well, |