Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-10-26
CHAPTER II.
SIN spring young mans fancy lightly turns
70 thoughts Of love"

III StEtuE a gOuLH lual AtANL4 AtGlLA- NuAA
to thoughts Ct love-"
The tinkle, tinkIe Of bell reused Regi-
maid from deep sleep.
''The hell is probably for breakfast"
thought he, although the sun is just TAX
ing its first step for the day. ''Atter all,
it is the most fitting time to get up; but
wouldn't Irene call it an unearthlY hour
to breakfast!'
The white dotted curtains were drawn
from his open window, which was par
TALLY shaded by the limbs of a giant oak.
The sweet air was perfumed not only Dy
the blossoms of the hOneysuckle, winch
was climbing up the sides of the window,
but with all the purity and freshness
caught only in the airy particles which
float far from the smoke OF cities. lis no
wonder after the hard toll through Sc
we're winter these country scenes filed the
Young doctors heart with delight. The
fresh young face Of a girl, too, was some
how mingled with the scenes and the de-
/ light. Reginald, busy with his thoughts,
had been but slowly dressing. When
Mike came up he hurriedly finished, and
to Mixes inquiry, would he 20 so fur
as 10 have his breakfast in his room or
could he 20 down stairs!" replied:
"With your help, Mike, Pm sure l can
90 'as fur as the dining-rOOm."
Pauline was dressed in the same simple
style as the evening before. Evidently no
touches of her toilette had been added on
I her quests account. unless, perhaps, the
rosebuds which nestled lovingly in her
beautiful hair-she looked so restful, so
! full OF true, quiet wOmanhCOd. Every
thing she touched seemed to gain new
charm. The very cups and saucers
seemed from her handling to be different
from other cups and saucers.
After breakfast the farm hands
claimed the attention of Farmer Jones.
Z to,Eoiu hnvs
''Miss Pauline, the morning is lovely.
hear all sorts of birds singing out in the
trees. 1 think, with the aid of your
grandfather's stuck, l can walk a short
distance. Shall we try:"
LET me find the stick; but you must
| promise to be very good and not want to
| 20 very far"
Il PROMISE" he replied, eyes to both.
| As don't know very much about being
good, YOU shall be my teacher"
Pauline smiled and left him moment,
returning with a stick and basket of APP
pies. Reginald took both from her hands,
| and hanging the basket on the stick placed
/ it over his shoulder and started off.
'Dr. Mayfeld," exclaimed Pauline,
| ''put that basket down instantly! Is
| that the way you keep your promises?
Your foot will be worse, know"
Il thought it would be good TO wait
upon you, but it must be better to obey
your commands, so down comes the
I basket
Down it came, the yellow May apples
rolling in all directions over the grass.
81 do believe you spilled them on pur-
I pose. Now, you are stopping to eat one.
! | fear you are very naughty doctor in
| deed. You positively shan't have another
! apple, else l shall not have enough for my
/ dumplings.'
Both gleefully CROPPED about in the grass
/ hunting the lost apples until the basket
/ was full again.
"Miss Pauline, / claim two more at
/ least"
you can't have them, so don't try to
4 tempt me-
s-Well, you said they were for dump
| lings. l know then that you will wish
! them peeled, as you have no knife. Fll
venture you'll want to press mine INTO
| service, and / must have an apple if /
| lend you my knife"
''N0," returned she, 81 expect YOU to
use your knife yourself, lazy man. lhave
! one.''
"Well, if help you, Pm sure deserve
/ as many as l can eat"
''Wel, eat them then, and you shall not
/ have a single dumping for dinner, and you
/ have no idea how nicely l make them.
| Here's my Boffin's bower, call it,
/ The grounds in front of the house did
not partake of the general decay of the
Z H
1 moving the grass and keeping the walks
\ clean. When he had, under Pauline's di-
/ rectiOus. made mound near large oak
and covered it with different flowers, sur
I mounting the whole with a superb Gala
/ lily, hls delight knew no bounds; for, IN
the Old days before the war, Mike was the
1 gardener, and he still loved every Sprlg IN
/ the yard. Noticing how often Pauline
came to the oak 10 lead and sew, Mike
! determined to make her a pretty shade.
He planted vines and trained them to
reach the branches of the tree, until a
/ green summer house made of natures lat
tice work rewarded his attempts. With
curious shaped roots he wOve chair into
a most grotesque design. This he placed
| in her retreat for birthday present.
/ Here Pauline led DR.. Maytield.
/ ''See my pansIes; amt they beautiesP'
eYes: no two alike. You mixed the
/ seed, did you nOt?"
''Yes, but PVe never seen two exactly
/ alike: nOr.n after little pause, "has God
4 ever made any two things alike. His great
ness Is typified in small things as well as
| in great ones. This recalls the instance
/ of the skeptical man who, wandering in
/ the fields cherishing dark doubts, hap
| pened to pick a clover leaf. If L
/ cannot find one exactly similar it
/ cannot be chance he muttered to him
! self. and he wandered over the fields COM
pairing the clover leaves, each time find
| ing some little difference, until at last be-
ing satisfied, he exclaimed: It's no
/ cbance-it's GOdv"
"And YOU are one of His angels" sOme-
| what irreveTently thought Reginald, but
| to her words he agreed. Then telling her
| he selt as if he knew her well, intuitively,
/ he must of necessity tell her something of
/ himself, as she cannot know him in the
/ same way. While they peel and core the
/ apples he speaks of his schOOldays light
| ": tells of his mothers death sadly, Of
/ his fathers second marriage briefly, of
/ his fathers death, then of his professional
| studies, his trip to Europe to complete
! them, but says very little of what he has
! done since. The time passes quickly.
The young people are surprised at Mr..
! Malcom's arrival and prOiuse apologies
/ for being so late in coming for his friend.
/ 20. yOU know" replied Reginald, in
/ satisfied tone, Il fell into the hacds of
| good 'Savaratan,' as Mike would say. L
| have had all my wounds healed and my
/ inner man satisfied. 1t only remains for
| you to come and share my good fortune.
| Have this seat?"
| mo. thanksl l want Pauline to carry
me to her studio. Perhaps she'll let you
/ go too. How's your foot? Can yo1
/ walk?"
ITS doing nicely-a mere scratch.
/ Yes. ! must beg Miss Pauline to let me go
J =
/ pill can do. First" counting on his
/ fingers, dropping potatoes; second, de-
! ligntful rolls, cream cake. etc.. third,
4 dropping stitches; fourth. studio. What's
/ that mean? Do you come over here to
/ give her lectures. or is it where she
\ paints?" he said to Mr.. Malcolm.
/ you will not be in doubt long" an
swered that gentleman.
/ You see. Mr.. Malcolm, your friend be-
| lieyes he can count my accomplishments
/ on half his fingers" Pauline laughingly
retorted. HE hasn't the least idea of
| all what | can do, has heW
Il expect not; but you paint, Pauline,
better than you do anything else. have
often thought, my dear, instead of doing
house work you should devote yourself to
art"
You know. Mr.. Malcolm, would not
leave grandfather alone; he misses me so
much, if | leave him for only short time
to visit my aunt. l do often wish / had
more time to paint. However, it's selfish
in me to say so. Here. DIR. Mayfield, is
the little room l call my studio, though it
scarcely deserves that name"
She opened a door at the end of the hall.
IL was well lighted by three large win
dows. Two or three of her first attempts
were hung on the walls-a table and
lounge com pleted the furniture.
Here Pauline came as often as possible
to her beloved easel. For several weeks