Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-04-19

! bH the Wf1St, not roughly. Tor IN all his
passson OF anger and Jealousy be is tender
and careful other.
/ 'sRhyllis.r he says, hoarsely, S'vou have
run away from me and avoidednne an this
last fortnight, but yOu shall hear me now
4 However much you may go on philan,
dering with that fellow, it is me you'll
marry.o
'sGeorge," inperiously, sgoose me at
once! ] shall not talk to you when you
/ can't keep your temper" Z
''Temperw savagely. GLOW can amar
keep his temper. pray, when the girl he is
4 going to marry does as you dO?"
But arc you going to marry me? ~
/ gaily. sim not at all sure about it;
1 haven't MADE up my-minde'
"NO other man shall have YOU, and mar
ry me YOU shall and must"
"Then you viii be a dog in the n Nnger,
1 for you VIII not have me" trying 80 make
! her voice sound jaunty, bat she is begin.
mnC tQbe AFRAID of him, and his grip has
! tightened on her wrist.
~ swear by heaven that l VIII marry
you!"
George. George, - in a tremblingvoice,
don't swear, because l cannot marry
YOU"
- have your promise. You are bound in
! honor to marry me-"
She stands perfectly still, and her face
/ is fixed and white. With cruel delight
/ he watches her distress and misery. JeaI-
ousy has changed the whole nature Of the
man.
81 hate you, George" she Kisses, under
/ her breath.
at is that COMPOUNDED painted popInjay
that has taught you TO DO SO! Hen never
/ marry you - he says. bTut3llv.
/ Poor George! His wrongs are many.
IL possible she becomes whittier than be-
/ fore, and her hand trembles in his grasp.
MIR. Chesney is a gentleman" she
says, pointedly, with flashing eyes; "and
/ | VIII never marry you!' with metlAble
/ scorn. "Ncyer! Not 10 save your life.
/ WHAT'S promise, compared with a whole
/ life Of misery, as mine would be. married
/ TO you? Rather than that | would kill
/ myself"
she tremhles violently, ana can scarce
/ ly command her voice.
"Take care ! don't kill you frst!' he
/ cries, bitterly. 81 don't know whether I
/ love YOU on hate you most.V
/ BE looks more like a tiend than a man.
/ SO coutorted with passion i'm his face
She recoils from MIN In horror. he
tlings her hand roughly away from him,
/ With Mortified. fascinated ewes sull fixed
/ or him she goes slowly backward to the
gate. Once through she runs till she can
4 rum no more, and then sinks in a rustic
/ seat in passion OF terrified weeping.
She knows not how long il is atterward,
/ when
"Crying. Ike Phyllisw the voice that
She has learned TO love so well eNclaims,
Arthur Chosney throws away his CIGAR
/ cite, and comes tQ.her side, lie tries tore
move her wet hands.
"N b0 has made my pretty Phyllis cryf''
he asks, tenderly, smoothing her gold
brown hair.
e-said-George-" she stammers,
brokcnly. between her sohs.
What did he say to you, poor little
/ Phyuis27
"He-he was very angry with me, be.
cause he said--yOu ought not TOTO talk
to me-" Her tears run afresh. "And ]
/ know" miserably, 81 have beeR doing
very wrong this last fortnight"
He does not speak.
"And be-he says he will force me 10
marry him."
"Wen27 almost cOldly.
Is the girl cunning and going TO make
him pay for his fortnights amusements
or is she innocent and only unbappyY
"And nOw-I caunOtr' she says, pite-
ously, lifting her miserable, loving little
face.
Her tears, her loneliness, and the passion
of the moment, carry him beyond the
pounds of prudence. f
"Phyllisp he suddenly cries, framin ne
her sweet, tear-stained face in his hands
"Phyllis. do you love meY DO your"
The lovely. timid eyes confess what he
knows so well. The color floods her deli
cate face, and her lips culver. Never has
she looked sOlOvely. With a muttered
exclamation of eMy darlingl" he catches
her to his hearts, and showers kisses on her
burning face.
"My sweet little Phyllis" he muir
mUrs, stroking her soft cheek. cit was
worth having you cry for the pleasure OF
! comforting you. Now let me look at you,
! Why, you aren't the same child that you
| were two minutes ago."
"Of course Pm not" shyly raising her
| glorious eyes, shining with newborn hap
| piness and love, TO his face.
"And why aren't youp
| He has never dreamed she was so
/ charming.
CHOW / know you care for me-" she
says, vigorously, 81 don't feel the same
| person at all. Not bit"
"My sweetest Phylisw
"Pm sure Pm not Phyllisl / must
pinch myself to see.'
She pinches her soft, round arm, and all
| the red blood comes running TO the spot 10
| see what can possibly be the matter.
lie fondly presses his lips TO the spot.
81 shan't allow you TO hurt yourself" he
says.
"NOthing can hurt me-now," she an
swers, softly, with cOntented little sigh,
| looking up to him with perfect faith.
Those gentle, trustful eyes pierce to his
very heart. Who ia he, 10 ruin her fair
young life? Half an hour later he bids her
! goodbye, and watches her run up the
| garden and disappear into the old farm
| house, after waving him a happy, loving
| farewell.
"What a brute ] am" he says, eudur-
/ ing a pretty sharp prick Of conscience, as
he walks away, "a perfect brute, to 60
and leave her--as | must" he signs; "and
| know the mater has a match ready for
! me with Lady Florence. Pity Pm not
/ rich enough to marry as like. AS / like,
/ did ! say? Well, she is little darling
/ TO play with down here in Arcadia; but in
town, or at the Towers And now,
suppose, must 90 away at once; and
vet, she is so sweet ana bewitching. No
name on earth Is too bad for mew
I But he does not 20 away at once. He
stays "yet other three days" happy days
spent with Phyllis, the voice Of con
science comfortably stihed; and then he
goes to stay with Lady Florence at the
/ Towers.
I He feels the most despicable and the
meanest Of mankind as he says goodbye
10 her, and sees the love In her trustful
eyes, heavy with brayely-suppress
tears. Though he keep saying 70 him.
self "In week she will forget me,O vel
he knows All the time she Will never for
yet him; and he cannot be sorry for It,
because the foundation-stone Of his char
acter is vanity, and vanity the coping