Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-04-06
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did not quite realize your return to civil.
lzatlon; but yesterday at dinner you
don't be angTy-yOU ate with your knife. =
why nOt:''
"Why not! Good gracious! it is the
horror Of hOrrors!'
That is an assertion, not an answer
l repeat-why noti"
I'm the first place, YOU made me so ner.
( YOus -
That is quite enough" he interrupted
III II annoyed you my question is an.
swered. will not eat with my knife
again"
Dressing for dinner the widow had a
great deal to tell Mrs. NIckersOn about
the so-called t"cOwboy," pitched with some
adroitness in an Apologize key.
"A new paradOXus,' said the Senator
when he also was told. "a male OF the
human race who looks like an archangel
dresses like cad, talks like an encyclo-
T p8dlas and wants to argue the question as
knifew
"Ah, yes" Cora pleaded. "But how
nicely he gave it up!''
The Senator smiled and asked, SIS he
to JOIN the ranks Of your forlorn hope
Nonsense! 1 mean to civilize him
that's ALP
But if in the process he meets the com
mon doom?''
"He is big.enough to take care of him.
self. Besides''-with a laugh-''if l am
the fiirt you all pretend to think me, ]
must not get out of practice"
This conversation took place at the door
OF the Captains cabin just as the dinner
gong began its deafening din. As they
went down Mr.. Turner was formally in.
trOduced by the widow to her friends. He
used his fork tor its legitimate purpose
and In no way committed himself during
the repast. At its conclusion he betO0k
himself to the smoking-room and was seen
no more that night.
"At any rate" observed Mrs. Nickersen.
e. she has the good taste not to force himself
upon u.s."
You scared him with your grand air, p
said Cora, petulantly. chats Just the
way with you Washington women. Your
/ husbands 90 spouting democracy all over
the country to get you your position, and
then you turn your backs upon every one
who isn't in your set"
In English society we know Of no power
equal to that which a handsome, Young
and rich woman who can compass the
attendance at her parties of European ce-
lebrities) Yields in New York, and out OF
it, so far as her fame has SPREAD. The
/ moment she set her foot on board this one
looked round for a slave-a carrier of books
/ ana tucker-ln OF WrapS-tO make himself
generally useful, and (if possible anus
sing during the voyage, and to be thrown
aside with her salt-stained gloves when il
was ended. She thought she could score
by appointing the ''cowbOy" to this post.
There was dash, eccentricity, daring in
the choice, and it scored. The cowboy
became parsonage. Even the callow
subalterns made his acquaintance and
offered him cigarettes.
The cowboy accepted these overtures
/ with frank bluntness, but did not follow
them up. He did not enter upon the du-
( ties Of the high appointment which the
fair widow had Enthusiastically bestowed.
and this worried her. 1t would never do
/ for her to take up man and for him to
/ drop her. For any man to drop her was
4 out Of the question. 1t was all Mrs. Nick
I ersen's fault, chilling him with her Wash
I ington ways. So one morning, when the
/ Senator he'd vacated the chair between
these ladies anu the cowboy was pacing
the deck, Cora gave MIN che Of her best
smiles, and said, with her pretty hand on
I the unOccUpied seat, "Oh, Mr.. Turner,
won't you come and tell my friend some
Of those charming stories about Nevada?
She's dying to hear them" This was
fib.
The cowboy seated himself and, without
: word Of depreciation or preface, did as
he was told. Cora found herself listening
like another DesdemOna, and when he had
done, and she wanted a glass Of lemonade,
she did not like to send him for it.
Afterwards they took a turn on deck and
she crOss-eXamined him on various sub
jects. Yes-he had passed most of his
young days on his fathers farm, but i'm
pressiyely J he had been to school and to
London. Why, Of course, he was going
straight home. By-and-by he would 60 to
London again, and this was his plan, pro-
pounded with business-like gravity. He
would get hold OF some young swell, pay
/ his tailor's bill and get MIN to be his
guide and introducer to the gayety of the
great metropolis. Cora Has shocked
"And do you really think that any gen.
tleman would do such thingw she asked.
Lots" said the cowboy, decisively.
"What's the harm? My fellow will want
money. l want society. If he gives me
good society for my good money we shall
both be satisfied. If fellow can buy a
wife why can't he hire pal?''
'YOu have certainly very odd ideas,
Mr.. Turner. / hope they will not be dis
appointed" The fair widow spoke sharp
ly, for his premise about buying wives
had been proved in her own case.
Perhaps he saw that he had offended her.
Perhaps his confidence in the means pro-
posed for getting into society was shaken.
'Of course you know better than do"
he observed, alphabetically. Wont you
advise me what TO do? Would YOU Just
help me littleW
This was poser, for she had not the
least intention of knowing him on shore;
but her wOmaH's wit was equal to che Oc-
casOn.
MY dear Mr.. Turner" she said, with
all your natural good qualities, you will
be under no necessity to buy friends. You
will make them.'
II dare say you wonder" he went on,
'why rough fellow like me should want
to go into society. If you knew what it
is to live for years without the sight of a
wOman's face, or WOrse-In the sight of
faces which disgrace womanhOod-you'
understand. When you got over your
hgh-Well, when you smiled at me that
day and let me talk to you, it was like a
draught of cool water after a days ride
in the hot dust of the canyons"
They were leaning over the ships side
he gazing at the blue waves, laced with
finest traceries of foam that swirled past:
she furtiyely watching him. She knew
what it means when mans voice falls
and falters, and when lie cannot look the
woman to whom he is speaking in the
face; and thrill of triumph ran through
her. This was big game. She felt as a
man accustomed to Stay pigeons and par
tridges feels when his first stag rolls over
on the rocks.
The usual concert for the benefit of the
Liverpool Orphanage came off in the usual
way, with the usual sOtto-voce rehearsals
at the cabin piano. Itleaked out that the
cowboy could sing-cOuld sing "My
Queen"-and Cora agreed to accompany
him, but with some reluctance. The end
of the voyage was approaching and 1T was
almost time to wean him. Besides, if he
should break down or vulgarize the sweet
song, part Of the discredit would fall ON
her.
1t was the triumph of the EVENING"
He sang it with power and tender
ness she had never heard eXcelled. His
voice rang in triumph and broke with
tears. He was cOnqueror browning his
queen with victory. He was the slave of
her love, kissing the hem of her pure white
robe.
81 am proud of YOU" she whispered
and her voice was lust little broken
as she rose, declining at his bidding the
second encore, loudly as it was demand
ed.
The song rang in her ears all that night
and held her sleepless. OF course he had
sung it at her, of her, for her. She was
his queenl The melodious, passionate
worship filled her with delight and then
she cried in sheer veXation to think that
a man who could sing with such exquisite
taste should have to be told not to eat with
his knife. 1t was most INSCRIPTIONS of
fortune to give him the voice of trouba-
dour and the externals of a shop-boy. 1t
was all very we'll for him to sing: