Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-03-07

Gwen. YOU are not quite solitary YET
so we will lay that aside for another day
Now what Kind Of literature 10 you Tx
best, the grave or the gayg the ponderouI
or the hghtY'
81 like some Of ALL"
"You want it miXedW
eyes"
Are YOU fond OF the poets?o
81 have "A fair liking for them"
"NOYels--dO you read what our wiser ell
ders den0minate trashE
Nv hen have the opportunity. ] haY
never read but 4 few romances, because
did not have Them"
$50 it was only lack Of a chance to in
dulge chat Kept you out Of that tempta
/ ton. Well, suppose you take a move
this time. You need something light anC
pleasant TO take that shadow OF you
lace" looking down at her with sudder
keenness.
She glanced up with genuine surprise
in her eyes.
"Is my face shadOwed?'
Yes, and it lies deep in your eyes
What is 1t, MagdalenV
! Nothing, unless it be a little unwor-
thy dissatisfaction feel this morning."
| self reproach and shame in her voice.
SIS that alp
Eyes. You are neglecting your letters,
! MIR. Csmmack."
Never mind the letters. can finish
4 them after awhile. They are not pressing
or important, and we have not selected
the book yet. Do you like fresh, simple
stOries2 Then here is an idyl OF forester
! life in Germany"
He gave her the small though attrae-
! overlooking volume, then closed and
/ locked the doors.
"Now, Miss Grant, when you want an
| other book you Will have to come to me
| for this key, and when you feel inclined
! TO think hardly OF it, remember that l
have only followed your directions"
81 will not forget" she SAID, laughing.
"You have been very kind to take 50
much trouble to help me out this morn
ing, and l thank you"
lie bowed.
'If you do feel grateful show it in &C
tions, not words. Sit down and tell me
how you liked the party"
ION, ought to 80 now. Indeed, it
must be late"
He took out lis watch and looked at it.
evil you trust my word when tell YOU
10 is yet quite early F'
certainly, II you allow me to see only
the outside Of your watch. / have no
other alternative" smiling. but still
ready to escape, and the more anxious
she seemed to 80 the more he desired 10
keep her. But he did not beg or implOre
her to stay IN agreat many useless words.
lie placed chair by the table, and with
an earnest look straight into her eyes,
said:
'Do not go yet, and yielding, she sat
down.
Mr.. Cammaek did not care about the
party, and as he failed to repeat his ques-
CiOn, it renamed unanswered. They did
not say very much ia the short space of
time She sat there. nothing worth cher
ishing in the memory, and yet for many
days some Of the idle words would return
again and again TO Magdalen, and be
unused over with a queer sort Of pleas
ure.
She rested her arms on the table, alb
sently playing with the gay little butter
fly pen wiper Miss ValcOurs had given to
her cousin. He leaned sideways against
the table, his elbow resting on it, his head
supported on his left hand. he had only
TO lift his eyes 70 see her face fully and
plainly.
II feel idle this morning, Magdalen, and
therefore curiOus.'
"Why, does curiosity and idleness 20
t0getherp she inquired, posing the but
terfy on top OF the penhOlder.
Yes, busy people have no time to ask
questions about their neighbours affairs"
.'ls that self-absorptiOn always the sign
ia = k0eA nCAAlE
II have not the least idea, but 1 believe
It is the popular understanding. What
do you think about itT'
She shook her head.
My opinions are stif1 too much in the
rough 70 be made known. w ait until /
polish them, and then II they are worth
anything l will let you know them"
II would rather have them in the rough.
pure and untouched with later consider
atiOns."
But she could not open the door of her
inward life 20 him yet, so she remained ST.
lent. The poor butterfly fell down, and
she picked IL up again, smoothing down
the brilliant wings and fat, un wholesome
body, marked with many q dark ink
stain.
"You have not told me yet what YOU are
curious about" she said az length, rather
hesitatingly.
81 have been waiting for you to ask
me-"
'Win you please tell me.v
"if you promise not to think me fmper-
tlnent."
II promise"
"YOur hand on II, he said, giving way
TO impulse aud reaching out his.
She gravely placed hers in it, and
through each mind there flashed remem-
orance OF that morning when the girl laid
her childish hand by his, and asked him
to notice the difference between them.
do you remem Der, childT'
eyes, sir" she said, and drew her hand
away from bis.
What are You going to do with this
life, Magdalenf'
Ahl his question touched. the core OF
her secret tfOdble."
81 do not know. What can / do with
! itW ~ -. -
He had a larger. Experience than, she.
and as he had provoked the question, he
might have given het some advice, buthe
aid not.
II am ashamed TO feel discontented
when fader is so good to me, and Manse
pets me so much, Ii stings me with re-
yet"
Lawrence picked up the. lOng-suffering
butterfly and inflicted further torture on
IL by sticking the pen through its soft
wings. She did not understand the cause
Of her discomfort and ne could not tell her
the truth as be recognized IL. that she had
been educated above her station, above
the narrow, simple life OF an Overseer's
cabin. What had her father been think
ing Of, 10 give her the advantages only
rich girls could afford, and then bring her
home and expect her TO be happy. IL made
him indignant, for OF course she would
marry some commonplace, uneducated
fellow, and all her grace aud culture
would be thrown away. lie maintained
such q long silence that the girl had time
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