Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-04-13

had not made up her mind not to know
anything about them. Now, then, Arthur,
Two Hundred and Tenth Red Royals"
Franks in love with the whole lot, l
do believe" cried Jack. 81 didn't think
much of 'em myself"
"How disappointed they'd be if they
knewv' said Frank.
. "Wel, / shall hear their names first and
fall in love with them afterward. People
with ugly names are always so stupid.
Go on, Arthur"
i can't very well go on until you let
me begin.'
'.Wen, begin then"
1.-Two Hundred and Tenth Red Royals
Lieutenant Colonel Patrick Joseph POr-
ter, V. c."
"And a nice little party he is" inter-
rupted Jack. "They haven't got his
weight, have they? Not room for it, per-
Now, Jack, do be quiet. Never mind
'''Majors Walter R. Leslie, James
BrOwne.'7
Frank gave a movement Of disappToval.
sob, James Browne won't do"
''Why not, Miss Cleyer% cried Jack.
''NOw, 1 dare say he's the best fellow Of
the lott
"Oh, there are plenty Of good Brownies
about" said Arthur. "But what's in a
name?7
Ever so much, / think" chartered
Frank. "LOok at old Canon Crump; no
wonder he has never got any one TO take
him, poor dearl Fancy being Mrs. Crump!
Yours, sincerely, Frances Crump;" and
pretty Frances Wharton laughed, the
others perfOrce joining in, till the echo of
their young voices must have almost
reached the poor old Canon himself, smil-
ing in happy innocence over the Deans
old port down stairs.
LAS for fine names, if that is what you
want" said Jack, scOrnfully, 'Ijust look
at that DR.. Lacey fellOw-a nice snob he
was; give himself airs enough for the
whole regiment, and was less than nobody
after all"
''By the way" put in Arthur, II never
thought much of your favOrite, Dandy,
Agatha"
My favorite, Arthur" protested poor
Agatha, family.
''Well, he was always at -FOUR elbow
when he got the chance; not that he got
it here so very often, though | have won
dered at the governor having him even as
much as he did"
asked himself l expect" growled
Jack, parenthetically.
'lt was because he was musical,
think, papa sometimes asked him." said
ever 1.-THE bOysO only came to suspecting
her secret she must run away and hide
herself forever.
''He musical!" shouted Jack: "the
humbug! why, he couldn't so much as
turn over your music for you, Agatha,
without some one to poke him up at the
bottom of the page"
"Well, he will have to turn over some
one else's music now" put in Frank
checrfully.
Il think it is bedtime" Agatha said
presently; there was little trenOr in her
voice, which no one noticed.
''Oh, but Arthur has not read half the
names; lust another quarter of an hour, :"
Frank pleaded.
at is long past your time, Frank" said
Agatha. Il am going, too, for my head is
aching"
And so, Ere nix protesting no more, good
nights were said. But there was no sleep
for Agatha that night-there had been but
little for many night past.
The great belr in the cathedral tower
close by doomed out stroke by stroke the
heavy hours. From near and far the nu-
merOus church clocks one by one took up
the tale and changed or chimed them forth /;
still the weary head tossed on its pillow,
and the hot tears fell like scOrching rain.
Happiness, fOrgetfulness even, it seemed
to Agatha, could be hers never again.
But youth and pride are stronger than she
knew; fOrgetfulness nearer than she
thought; and lOve-well, it is Agatha
Wharton's love story that l am about to
tell