Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-09-26

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Between the years 1880 and 1915 Mrs.
Susan Everard was held to be one of the
richest of New York residents. She owned
property in Broadway, little north OF
Astor place, which had recently gone up
in value with surprising speed; and be-
sides that, she had almost an acre "out in
the country" as it was then called, not
far from what we now know as the beau
tiful and world renowned Central Park.
The late husband of Mrs. Everard had
been most shrewd mOney-getter. He
had indeed made money the one end and
aim of his life, and the last days of that
life would have been considerably bright
ened for the hard, grasping old merchant
if he could have felt that his wife would
carefully watch and endeavor to augment
all that he bequeathed her. But Mrs.
Everard was a gentle, meek-mannered
woman, with no energy in her tempera-
ment except what she gave to her rel1gl-
GUS readings and benignant charities,
and with about as limited knowledge of
all financial or mercantile matters as
child in pinafores. She dwelt in Great
Jones street, which has name so sug-
gestive of London and so signally differ
emit from those of the numerically termed
streets further up town, blending con-
venience with monotony. 1t was held to
be a daringly northward step when
Simeon Everard had taken 1t, but now
Great Jones street had become fashion
able (if any such word could ever prop
erIy be applied to old New York and
quite densaly peopled with the Knicker-
booker element. Mrs. Everard had been
Miss Van Schaick, and had come of
family that had prided itself upon its
Dutch blood. But all her near relations
were dead, and people wondered, after
her husbands decease had left her lonely
and childless. to whom her large wealth
would ultimately be willed. The general
impression was soon formed that she
would devise everything to institutions
of charity, although it was more or less
conjectured that certain young gentle
man named FARMLAND Clayton would re-
ceive no mean share Of it.
FARMLAND Clayton was the son of q
dear school friend of Mrs. Everard, lady
who had married disastr0usly and been
deserted by a scapegoat husband. When
Mrs. Clayton had died, ten or twelve
years previously, the wife OF the rich
New York merchant had undertaken the
education OF her friends only child.
FARMLAND was a handsome, precocious
boy, and had developed from an early age
the strongest aptitude for painting. Dur
ing his lifetime Simeon Everard had
frowned upon his wife's attachment to
the lad; all that Mrs. Everard could do
for FARMLAND then she gladly did. But
On her husbands death, when her protege
had reached the age of 16 or thereabouts,
she sent him abroad to study in Rome
and Paris at the art for which she felt
confident that nature had SO amply equip
ped him.
FARMLAND had made good use of his
opportunities. BE had inherited none of
his fathers vicious tendencies. He
worked hard in Europe, graduating high
at French academy of note, and after
ward distinguishing himself by one or
two brilliant pictures in the Partisan
Salon. Years had passed before he re-
turned to the guardian who had so richly
befriended him. He was now no longer
in need of her help. His admired talents
had already given him position of indie
pendence abroad. He had correspondent
all this time with Mrs. Everard, and his
manly young heart was brimming with
gratitude toward her for her past services.
His almost phenomenal success, consid-
erlng that he was still only about six and
twenty, had justified all the confidence
Which this gentle lady had reposed in him
She had grown to think that he would
never return to America. Letter writing
was her adherence, and she rarely sent
him, In answer to her own oopious letters,
more than few rather graceless and ILL
worded lines. Frankland knew that she
was living in Great Jones street, and that
a sister of her late husband had moved to
New York from some Eastern town and
was living with her. He mad also learned
that this sister, whose name was Mrs.
Ridgeley, had been accompanied by a
daughter named Rosalind. But there any.
A.Ne..f a
decisively stopped.
FARMLAND, in the midst OF his welcome
foreign successes, mad determined to plan
pleasant little surprise for his dead
mothers faithful fferd and his own I'M
forgotten benefactress. lie was not by
any means wholly eXpatriated. Though
ne ielt that mis- native country would be
lar from supplying him with the profess
sional advantages which Europe now so
abundantly offered he still found salts
faction in the thought of visit TO Ameri-
can shores. Besides, there was a sense OF
uuty urging him TO meet Mrs, EVerard
once more now that her declining years
made the last long separation from her
probable IL not imminent. One day he
olsembarked from an ocean steamer
after a voyage to which the present
rapid trips across the Atlantic would
nave seemed irksome enough, and rang
the bell at the quiet, broad-fronted
brick mansion of Mrs. Eyerard in Great
Jones street.
His coming was the sharpest OF sur
prises To his mothers old friend. She did
not at first recognize him with his tawnv
mustache, his tall. robust figure, and his
general air OF matured manlness; he
mad, indeed, grown out of the mild, sweet
hammered lady's recollection. But when
she heard his name and looked into mis-
sparkling blue eyes that were so like what
MS mothers had been before trouble DIM
med them, Mrs. Eyerard threw her arms
about Frankland's neck in n very rapture
oil agreeable CONSERVATION.
Boon aiterward the newcomer was pre-