Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-09-14
CHAPTER XIV.

| ''My home, the spirit of its love is breathing,
| In every wind that plays across my track
Frank knew that Glare was IN New
! Orleans and he FASTENED forward on che
wings of love. He had not begun to think
! Of such thing as giving her UP, though
ment, If she could have looked forward
| to seeing him as he was of old, it would
| have given him much pleasure, but since
! he had made love to her the charm of their
| familiar intercourse was gone; she dread
ed the hour of his arrival.
She was standing at the window one
| evening, gazing at the crowd as they
passed, looking for familiar faces, and
| perhaps, though unconsciOusly to herself,
for the one face which she knew to be near
her, but which she had not yet looked
upon since her arrival in the city. She ap-
peared unusually lovely in one of the new
robes her aunt had chosen for her, and
which had been made up so tastefully by
Madame Batiste. The rich, full lace
| rufle, which, according to the fashion of
the times, hung from the bottom of the
tight sleeve, which extended only to the
elbow, had fallen back as her elbow
rested on the easement, that her hand
might support her head, and showed an
arm beautiful in its proportions and white
as Parian marble-the hand held back the
rich curls from the forehead, and as she
stood there in her peerless beauty none
could have looked upon her without adj
miring. A carriage drove up, a gentle
man jumped out after having opened the
door himself Che could not wait for the
driver), he bowed Familiarity to Clare,
kissed his hand, and with face beaming
with smiles came rushing up the steps.
At first Clare did not recognize him. but
by the time his hand was on the bell-pull
she knew it was Frank and went herself
to the dOQr.to receive him. He took her
hand in rs and threw his arm affection
ately are%nd her and kissed her as he had
always done when they met after absence.
Leaving the door open for his baggage to
be brought in, and with his arm still
about her waist, he walked on with her to
the parlor, nor did he withdraw it until
he went to seat her upon a tete-a-tete
which stood near the window. She cast
her eyes out of the window at that mo-
ment-what was her surprise and chagrin
at seeing Mr.. lie Verrier standing in the
door of a reading room opposite. He had
been often there Of late, generally sitting
with his newspaper behind the muslin
curtain, through which he could see with
out being seen himself. He always en-
tered the building through a side door
facing the cross street, and hence until
now Glare had never happened to see him.
A glimpse to him of the face and form so
dear to him pasNng in and out, or better
about the parlOr, perhaps sitting by the
window reading or looking out, would
compensate him tor many an hour of
weary waiting. He had on this occasion
come to the door - he might have a
better view of the niger, for he was not
sure that it was Frank. Glare was sorry
that he had seen her meeting with Frank.
Probably he might think 1t was a lovers
meeting-it would naturally have that
appearance to one who had not known
how intimate and dear they had been to
each other from their childhood up.
Day after day Clare had looked so anx-
iOusly from the windows hoping to see
Mr.. LIE Verrier and looked in vain-now
she would have given anything if she had
not seen him, or if he had not seen her,
for she was sure he would misapprehend
their greeting.
Everybody had a welcome for Frank,
old and young, black and white. His
mother regarded him with affectionate
pride, how he had grown, and how he had
improved in his appearance and manners,
what credit he was going to be to them.
As to his fathers feelings-Frank was the
light of his eyes and the joy of his heart.
All the negroes loved him, for he had
always kind word for each of them. and
they came crOwding into the room to
greet him. The old manner whose spec
ial trust it had been to take care of him in
his babyhood threw both her arms around
his waist and attempted to lift him from
the floor and swing him around as she
used to. He laughed at her fruitless eff
forts, saying, 'Hey, Mann Mamie; have
got too bic for that. | shall have to lift
you after this, "and suiting the action to the
word picked her up and swung her around
the room. AT this there was a general
showing of ivory among the crowd, and
the giggle would have broken into shout
if they had been in the yard, or anywhere
else but in the s'big house,
"What have you got for my supper,
Aunt Betty" he said, as he shook hands
with the cook. Il am as hungry as a !