Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-06-29
CHAPTER II.

The wind and rain had cleared the un-
frequented suburb of any observant
lounger, and the darkness, lit only by far
spaced, gusty lamps, hid her Fastening
figure. She had barely crossed the sec
ond street when she heard the quick cIatter
of hOOfs behind her; buggy drove up to
the curbstone, and Poindexter leaped
out. She entered quickly, but for mo-
ment he still held the reins of the impa-
tient horse. "He's rather fresh" he said,
eyeing her keenly; ''are you sure you can
manage himr'
s'GiYe me the reins,'' she said, simply.
He placed them in the two firm, we'll
shaped hands that reached from the
depths of the vehicle, and was satisfied.
Yet he fingered.
sslt's rough work for a lone woman" he
said, almost CURLY. 81 can't 90 with
you, but-speak frankly-is there any
man you know whom you can trust well
enough to take? It's not too late vet !;
think mOmentp'
He paused over the buttoning of the
leather apron of the vehicle.
'tNo. there is none," answered the voice
from the interiors" ''and it's better so. Is
all ready?"
esOne moment more" He had recovered
his half-bantering ma lner. sEYou have a
friend and countryman already with you,
do you know? Your horse is Blue Grass.
Good night
With these words ringing in her ears
she began her journey. The horse, as if
eager to maintain the reputation which
his native district had given his race, as
we'll as the race of the pretty woman be-
hind him, leaped impatiently forward. But
pulled together by the fine and firm fingers
that seemed to guide rather than check
his exuberance, he presently struck into
the long swinging pace of his kind, and
kept it throughout without "break' or ac-
CELEBRATION. Over the paved streets the
light buggy ratified, and the slender shafts
danced around his smooth barrel. but
when they touched the level high road.
horse and vehicle slipped forward through
the night-a swift and noiseless phantom.
Mrs. Tucker could see his
graceful back dimly rising and
falling before her with tireless
rhythm, and could feel the intelligent
pressure of his mouth until it seemed the
responsive grasp Of apowerful but kindly
hand. The faint glow of conquest came
to her cold cheek; the slight STRINGS of
pride moved her preoccupied heart. A
soft light filled her hazel eyes. A DESC
late woman, bereft of husband and home,
and flying through storm and night-she
knew not were-she' still leaned forward
toward her horse. ssWas he Blue Grass.
then, dear old boY?' she gently cooed at
him in the darkness. He evidently
acds, and responded by blowing her an os-
tentatious equine kiss. Sand he would
be good to his own forsaken BELIEF she
murmured caressingly, "and wouldn't let
any one harm herr" But here, overcome
by the lazy witchery of her voice. he
shook his head so violently that Mrs.
Tucker, after the fashion of her sex, had
the double satisfaction of demureIy re-
straining the passion she had evoked.
To avoid the more travelled thorough
fare, while the evening was still early, it
had been arranged that she should at first
take a less direct but less frequented
road. This was famous pleasure drive
from San Francisco graYeled and sand
ed stretch of eight miles to the sea. and
an ultimate cocktail in a .'stately pleas
uredOme decreed" among the surf and
rocks of the Pacific shore. 1t was desert +