Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-03-15

meut Of her fancy. were parts Of an alto
gethef foreign delight. When had she
seen so much beforeg Then she blushed I
ns she had b!ushed when she awOke.
When bad she felt so much before? She .
wondered now ii could Dr. that this feeling
which was so rich, so precious. so magi- |
cal now that it came, could have lain SO \
long unWclcOmed in her bosom. For it .
was not the birth OF a moment. She knew /
that- 1t had grown up through a long I
ume and made Its home in her breast ST. /
iently without giving a hint. 1t was an
ansurd NtXatiOn that she should not have
known; It seemed To impugn her under
standing Of herself. she reflected. with a
humorous smile.
She went down into the garden and
wandered among the scrupulOuslv-kept
beds. Inc trees had almost lost their
foliage; only the hardest flowers re-
manned. She glanced afIectiOnately at
the peach tree which March had climb4d
for her. It had scarcely a leaf, but the
sunlight was falling warmly on it and
making diamonds out Of the heavy dew
which in this climate the October night
had not turned to frost. Her eyes roved
about the garden whose trim portierres
were always so many reminders OF the
dear garden in Judea. This drew her
thought % her father, and for the first
time u occurred 70 her 20 wonder whether
be would approve. She recalled his words
with gently TeprOachiul pain:
''teuember, that | thou Eht of it; that
Is what ! should like TO leave with YOU:
that 1 thought Of it."
These words had been a command to
her. She could not chide herself for re-
mis9ness IN attempting to accomplish his
desire. But IL had not been possible. aud
now was not this a b coming rereadin- OF
ms IN, wIsht he had liked Mr.. March.
Even without knowledge Of the great Sc
cret kindness he had done him would be
not sanction this disposition of her life?
She was glad 10 be able TO think so.
Without this faith IN his approval she
telt that she could not have gone on. In
the garden she plucked bunch Of the
late flowers with the autumn pallOr upon
them and took them into the house.
Within, among collection of articles
brought from use at the
fair, her eye fell upon
Mrs. Bartletts epergne. She did not at
tempt 10 determine the emotion which led
neT % take il from its covering and nut it
upon the table, nor 10 find reasons for her
gratitude tn the mistake which mad
brou Sht il here; and taking the flowers
which she haze gathered she decorated the
epersne iOr the table with a thoughtful
smile. She did her usual little tasks
about the house att.r breakfast IN 4 soft
agitation OF happiness. She had never
felt any sensation at all similar. Was it
possible, sue asked herself, that she hal
surrendered 50 completely as thatY Il both
ahashe aud pleased her. As a youug
gIrl one of her private wO ds to herself
had hee that she should never 20 so IA
in matter ike this as certain of her ac-
quantancn. Sle had ALWAYS cherished
her reserves, and IL alarmed her at the
moment 20 think that any man should be
privileged go overcome them. |, was at
least pI--inle, sue reelected, to conceal
tine cOnsiderahleaess OF tue conquest.
Out Of her hundred gums she would give
up sixty. say. tnaJ was slt1
gently generous. she was resolved not 10
cheaper herself. In feminine assem-
blages she had often heard 1t astutely
argued that woman gave TOO much, and
had listened 10 concentrations of that
form o. uuwissiom consisting in allowing
a man 10 know now dear a woman holds
MIN. Il WIS, however, no part of this
feminine logic which seemed To her to i'm
piy merely the retention of a path for re-
treat Wb5cl withheld her. 1t was char
aeteriSt.c oi ner that, though the price
she had learned since the day before to
set upon bis affection was so far from
81 -Er. s1e cared more for her own
Thought Of herself than the best that his
love CoulI show her. She excused the
sweet disturbance mat went on in her
breast during the morning by the refec
ton that this was the first occasion on
which she had been offered the sensation
NJ awaiting a lovers call. 1t was I'M
reasonable u expect her better reason to
-gatue THESE Manifestations IF he. feel
iug al once. She should do better in fu-
turp. 10 is fair 10 say that she rejOiced
with kind recklessness IN throwing open
her heart 70 the delicious tumult that as
sailed IL. In those securely private cham
hers she devoted herself to him with the
nm -cserve Of a girls first passion. She
simply shrtnk from admitting the world
20 her secret, and especially from admit
ting i'm.
March was not expected until the after
noon, and when she had in measure con-
[ guered the nervous expressions OF her
r hdpI iue-s she tested her fiTmness 10y IL
viii z Jarfltn 10 accompany her 10 town
iu her cnaise. This was al least as severe
trial as she had SOUGHT. Tor Jacinth.
having delicd-cly let her understand her
acquaintance with her secret, hOnOred so
important an event ia her Cousins life
with her modest, suggestive sympathy.
I To Constance this was like the delusiVe
satisfying Of thirst With snow. She was
E-ad % have her happiness understood
and rej0Iced in-what richer thing do we
know than friendly pleasure in our COM
pretended jpy?-but it left her feelings
less under heF control tam before.
However, she met March when he came
canteTingup 20 the door in the early after
noon, rs she would have wi he'd 70 meet
him. which is saying very much. When
after time they Issued from the grounds
together on horseback they went gallOp-
in away into "A realization Of the myth
ca Indian summer. L. vas. in tact, a
nearly perfect day-a cOndescensiOn of
the autumn. which obviously had the
right to be cold. The sun shOne upon the
VIVID green of the winter wheat and fell
upon unnumbered acres OF corn stacked
in rows like battaliOns of toy soldiers,
which recent wind storms had tOppled to
the south. giving them the appearance of
Being on their march % that salubriOus re-
giOn.
March's attention TO C0ustauce's wants
was almost imaginative. He had, OF
course. always been careful OF them but !
ne enjoyed using mis- new rights and was
perletually sending his wits on excur-
sOus t0 ind something to do for her. 1t
was true that many Of the things which /
he FOUND 10 do were perfectly useless, but !
Constance did not like them the less for
that. On the whole. March made quite |
as graceful lover as it is gwen to the /
usual mai TO be, and their common sense /
Of humOr rescued the situation from I
that abyss Of absuTditY upon whose /
verge IL its least fortunate moments it is /
apt tn hover.
"What perfumes do you use?7 he /
asked once as buG1 IDQcs II uOLlCeu IL /
that day | first met yO1 in the garden, !
and l remember wondering what a Mo- /
ravian sister was doing with such city |
bred scent"
Lavender. Do YOU Ike it?"
Il don't know. Perhaps l shouldn't in /
the bottle. But l am uncOmmOnly fond +
of its associations"
WHAT an associative thing perfume /
is, The odOr OF wild grape connects me /
always with some of the pleasantest mo- /
ments of my life"
Il don't remember
$40, that was before 1 met you. Oh, /
vOB mustn't think didn't sometimes have 4
happy moments before that"
March laughed.
''YOu can't have had too many" he /
said, ''unless they are connected with an I
other man."
She shook her head smilingly.
There never was another"
You forget Dir. KeatOr," returned /
March, half seriously.
oh" said Constance. 81 am engaged I
to hl1a."
She gave him look Of mock coqUetry, /
and a dancing light shOne in her eyes as /