Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-03-14

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len. 1t claimed the tumult OF her mind
and carried her away from personal feel
lngs.. Dir. Lee could talk better than ne
could write, and he could handle a pen
with some skill when inspired BY some
well-beloved theme.
Mr.. Farrar came ia and made his way
TO them, caring naught for the smiles or
SOFT words for the woman standing be-
tween him ahd Nagdalen. dis friends
were already noticing his evident prefer
ence Tor the overseer's daughter, ana
shrugged their shoulders and considered
II extremely odd that a man Of ms age
/ shouid be guilty Of such folly. she was
good looking, and no doubt Intelligent,
but no match for Farrar.
- ust see how iaR0CeRttg glad she Is
that he has at last arrived, whispered an
oOserYant young widow, looking over tue
top OF her fan.
Yes; her education still needs polish
ing, Dmurmured Mr. Lucas, shaking his
mead. Mature has had too much to DO
with ner manners, and art not enough.
Stll, don't think / would object to a few
sweet, friendly glances from those lovely
eyes"
Certainly not. Men very rarely do OBJ
Ject to such hOnors when bestowed upon
themselves. Said honors become oblec-
tiona5le only when given 10 more lucky
NAS sS0ot 0aAA VAC " AN~'f
tically.
1t was a rare supper spread for them
Ihat night, and while turbaned waters
stepped softly about with trays of deilca-
cles, glasses OF wine, and baskets plled
high with choice fruits, Magdalen went
out TO the feast with the lawyer, but
though be was the most attentive OF es-
corts, and pressed her TO partake of every
thing held before them, she ate little.
:, e1t. FepA
eyes and ears were so well entertained.
she could not repress smile when she
saw that Cordelia and her lover were cor
nered of, eating and talking with equal
earnestness, and a sigh would come when
she discovered Lawrence Cammack
standing between his cousin and another
city beauty. A singing, jealous pain
shot through her at the sight, and she
turned away. They we're among the first
TO leave the dining-room, aud Mr.. Farrar
asked her 20 go into the library with
him.
There is something on my mind ] wish
TO say to you, Mag6alen,' he said, with a
strange look.
She assented quite willingly, but with
premedltated malice Miss Nalerie Orci-
val called the lawyer as they entered the
parlor, and he could not walk on, turn
ing deaf ear to the lady's challenge. he
paused at her side to hear what sne had
10 say, and the girl went on alone to the
quiet, pleasant room in which she had
spent so many happy hours. The fire had
burned down low, and the lights were
dim, but a delicious warmth pevaded the
room. and the writing-table, Uttered with
books and papers, had been drawn near
the hearth, and large, easy chair placed
by it. Thankful for the solitude and the
silence, poor Magdalen sat down and laid
her dark head low on the table.
she heard the door open aud some one
enter, but thought il would be time
enough to sit upright and be attentive,
when Mr.. Farrar commenced talking.
one need not be so particular before such
an old friend.
$50 the joYIal spirits, assembled in the
next rooms, frightened you away" said a
voice not at all like Mr.. Farrar's rather
thin organ OF speech. "oF did sleep over
come your young, unhardened soul"
The girl sprang up, pale rather than
rose flushed.
y came here because Mr.. Farrar asked
me-"
''And few hours ago you would not
come because l asked you"
Did it matter"
"No; we could not have been alone. So
yol are waiting for Mr.. FarrarW
Yes. sir"
Cammack smiled, as if amused, then
said:
''Sit down and if you have no objection
| will also rest a few minutes, away from
that confused babel, of which a soft muir
muir only reaches this ROOM"
Thanks; 1 will stand and wait" she
replied, looking attentiyely at a cluster
of purple Yi0lets repOsing in q slender
vase on the mantel. Their fragrance fill
ed the room, and she had just started 70
lean nearer them, when Lawrence lifted
them out OF the vase, shook a few drops
Of water of their long, delicate stems,
aud said
Remembering your fondness for flow
ers I brought these Yiolets to You, but you
would not come and get them. Do yo1
deserve them now?
He leaned against the mantel so near
her she shrank back little, his persist
emit ewes, his half-tender tones, trying her
cruelty.
Il leave you the judge Of that matter"
do you? Then l say you deserve
all that is best and pleasantest 10
the world, and 50 far as my power
and possessions extend you have
only TO ask TO get. Love, name-all that
l have offer you. Take your flowers,
Aagdalen, but give me your hearth"