Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-02-07
SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS SUNDAY FEBRUARY l. 1886.

"'The Sarah Jarvisp' he said; y
thought she foundered and not a soul or
board escaped?
"'she went down right enough, sir, but
nine Of us was saved in the lOngboat, and
was picked up by bark bound for Rio.
"Ar. Pilgrim put down the newspaper
and walked TO the window. There was a
look of something like CONSERVATION on
his face.
"'But my-but l knew some one on
board her." said Mr.. Pilgrim, had you
any of the passengers in the longboat,
Timburyp
cove had, sir. Five or six-Pm not
sure which; anyhow. / remember there
was two ladies. one Of 'em young, and the
other little middls-aged.'
"'Two ladies', had your And what
were their namesp said Mr.. Pilgrim,
turning little pale and idgeting ner-
vOusly with his watch chain.
Indeed, | cant say, sir. l was very
bad with fever all the time from the sun,
and after | was put ashore at Rio | was
delirious for a fortnight. remember
very little except the loss OF the ship,
and being hauled up out OF the boat into
the vessel which saved us. l know there
was fat man named Bowker, and Jack
HOskins, my mate, IN the boat with us;
but ! clean forget the names OF the rest
mr.. Pilgrim walked away in a medi-
tative mood, and he did not again allude
to the story OF Timbury's shipwreck,
much as he mad been interested by the
first account OF it. A week or so after
this conversation, he was sitting In the
morning room, nodding over the Times,
when Timbury entered, bearing a card on a
salver. Mr.. Pilgrim was little sur
prised at the prospect Of a caller, for the
clergy and gentry round about The Pines
had up to the present studiOusly ignored
his presence. He took up the card, and
read on it the words, Mrs. Scrymgeour
Campion.
1.-The lady has got an order from the
London agents to look over the place, sir.
] told her it was let for the summer, but
she says she 10 after buying it, said TIM
bury. or course, / explained % her as
you had no call TO let nobody see over it,,
and she replied as she was perfectly
aware OF that, but the agents had told her
you was not the gentleman to 20 out ofyour
way to disoblige LADY,
ION dear me! and | suppose she'll
want me to trot round with her, and an
swer AZ the hundred-and-one questions
fllssY women always ask, and 20 all over
the gardens in this baking sun. | wish
"'l told her as you was engaged, sir,
and said would take her round, so there's
no need for you to show yourself at all
unless you wish
'''You told her that, TimblIry, did you?
Very thoughtful OF you, Pm sure. You
take her TO the dining room and drawing
room first, and as soon as you're up stairs
I'll slip over into the drawing room.
Then you can come here and finish off
with the Kitchens.
"Trmbury bowed and retired, aud the
next minute Mr.. Pilgrim heard the rustic
Of dress in the hall and a rather harsh
voice asking the stock questions about
the subsOil, the drains, the water supply,
and whether the chimney smoked. AS
the voice mounted into the upper regions
he scuttled across the hall, and retreated
TO the remotest corner Of the drawing
room, meaning 10 get glimpse, if posi-
BILE, at Mrs. Campion as she inspected the
ilOwer garden. The voice came down
stairs again, and then Mr.. Pilgrim, nav
ing let down the Venetian blinds. and
arranged one Of them so as to give full
view OF the garden, took up his post OF
observation.
"The window was open, and he soon
heard the voice, and another voice as
well, which he recognized as Mrs. Pill
grim's. She, good lady, had been sur
prised in her bedroom, and. feeling rather
lonely, had willingly offered to 20 round
WAAA WIG SeA aiiSDA AhNA pvAh1 Oub W ANA tuD
eXcellences and the defects of The Pines
as a place of residence. Mr.. Pilgrim
raised his eyeglasses to take stock OF
Mrs. Scrymgeour Campion as she came
along the gravel path. She was a stout,
fi0Fid dame with a very commonplace
type of face; but, commonplace or not,
the contemplation of it seemed to affect
Mr.. Pilgrim in the most extraordinary
fashion. His mouth opened, for his jaw
had fallen with an expression OF the most
abject terror. His face first became ashy
white and then as green as the Venetian
blinds through which he was gazing. He
chung to a chair for support, but he had
still enough command over himself to
put his ear close to the window TO catch,
II possible, the conversation between Mrs.
CampiOn and his wife.
81 am infinitely obliged, my dear mad
am. Your servant says that your hus-
band is engaged, so ] won't disturb him
now, but l should like to see him before l
decide
al wish you would stop to dinner
said Mrs. Pilgrim, holding the lady's
hand in her own. MY husband would be
delighted to see YOU
'Mr. Pilgrim gave hollow groan as he
listened, and fell back in the armchair.
But he could not rest there. He started
up, and went and locked himself in his
own room. Mrs. Pilgrim was puzzled to
know what could all her husband at din
ner that evening. The dinner was one
after his own heart, but be sent away
everything untasted, and sat staring at
the flower vase in front of him with a
look upon his face such as she had never
seen before. She did her best 10 keep up
the conversation by talking about their
late visitor, but she could get no response
of any kind from her husband, so she was
fain to address few side observations on
the same subject TO Timbury, who agreed
that the lady was remarkably pleasant
spoken lady, and one, at the same time,
as would not let herself be put upon.
PART ii.
''For the next few days Mr.. Pilgrim
went about like q man who has seen a