Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-06-14
FORGET Me Not!
Miss CleveIand's New Book

DETROIT, June n.-Miss Cleveand's forth
coming novel is now in the stage between
proofs and printing. The title is The Long
Run" and the book is intended as a summer
novel, consequently it is neither long nor pro-
found. Thirteen short chapters suffice to tell
the story of a true love that did not rim
smooth The scene opens in the country town
OF StoneWall. Rufus GrOsbeck is writing q
letter, which, having written, he is, fortunate
ly for himself, In no haste to send. Instead he
goes out into the starlight to calm his mind
Ordinarily these are the indications that
man is in love. Such, however, is not the case
with Rufus. He is not in love- Some time he
lore ne had met Miss LOngwOIth at a church
picnic. ana sne mad fallen in love with him.
Miss LongwOrth was of a good family and
had been brought up to appreciate the
facs that the Longworth blood and wealth
at least. At the time Miss Longworth was
the guest OF her school friend. the Stonewall
rectOr's wife. bustling little woman. who
was proud OF her city acquaintance. Rufus
was theological student, scornful of
society, its friv0llties and its devotees When
the two met at the picnic Rufus at once appro-
PIRATES Miss Longworth. and in the course of
the afternoon he says things which move her
greatly. Then he is called away, while She
by the exercise of tact, makes the village
community 1al In love with hex
R aSdin had treated the whole
dent. and failed to accept her invitation
to call. The next summer she is back again.
aud Is now thoroughly in love with R1fus
But he is absorbed in his speculations as to
whether the ornament mentioned in Genesis
is really this earth. At the same time fate
or partridge hunting, brings them together
and in the course of the conversation he dis
covers that she loves him Here comes in the
most dramatic portion of the book:
She was waiting; her soul listening Her
faith never faltered that the moment would
come when anothers recognition of this some
thing would transmute it from subjective to
objective possession. To-day she could not
chat easly In the silence that fell between her
and Grosbeck.
why don't you say something, Emeline?n
he added In moment, with sudden irrita-
ton in his voice,
All at once the silence between them Jared
upon him instead of harmonzng with his
mood. He turned and looked at her She
had not heard his words; only his voice She
only realized tn It the moment had come when
he should see. 1t seemed to her as if her love
we're bare beneath his eyes, and a swift wave
OF shame-Such proud shame !-toppled over
everything else and bore her down under it.
You needn't mind II you can't talk of any-
thing but the fellow you are in love with.
Emellne. l know all about that and Pm
willing to be cut out and talk him if you won't
talk about anything else"
With these words for an opening wedge.
Gros6eck meant to pry into the phenomena OF
Miss Longworth's passion and satisfy his curl
osity concerning it. But his self-rehearsal
left him speeches. when the curtain rose.
why, Emeline!"
Only those two words. In a moment he
turned.
I'VE must go home. Emeline, you will take
cold there; see, the sun Is setting"
And then 1t rushed over him with flood of
novel pathos. What if she loved him? He
felt the magnetism of this onjectural passion
on his side, and many wavelets of emotion
played upon him rs he walked. As il he had
been touched he opened his eyes to meet hers
AS II those long. narrow hands had drawn
him with irresistible power he bent toward
her. In an instant that happened which he
would an hour ago have deemed as possib e TO
"a to- thaa -
his lips rested and fingered upon hers.
$50 you love me, Emene?" he said.
Her voice sounded out clear and solemn aa
il before the marriage altar and a world of
Longworths:
~ do"
She stood erect and noble, her face trans
figured. To Grosbeck's Imagination her form
seemed to expand and grow colossal uke a
goddess. UnsDeakable tenderness seemed 10
well up and overflow her till her aspect was
glorious ana awful. Confronting this trans
figured woman he Instantly realized their
mutual relations. A chasm deep aud broad
opened between him and the woman he had
Just kissed. IL seemed another man who
spoke, saying, GOOD night" and her slow
answering "1ood-nlght, dear, good night :"
and Emeine walked the little path to the gate
alone.
II was at this juncture that he wrote the
letter with which the first chapter opens. lie
writes PLAINLY and frankly that he does not
love her.
"On a sudden there has come upon Won 60
pitiful a pillage Of all your reticence. your
self cOntainedness, your dignity of Disguise.
you stand so uncovered, Emeline: vour face
always so harmOnized to the wild emo ions az
good society, has lost its veil and confronts
me In the divine distortion OF Is Infinite pas
SION"
Fate stays his hand from posting this let.
ter. Instead he takes the train for The cif,
lie goes straight to Miss Longworth's home
when his card Is sent up she turns pale ANA
tits a pltfully agitatcd woman who dtsceuds
the etaircase. But the lady who finally en-
tiers the drawing is no less no other
than Miss LOngWOrth with the Longyyortb ne.
cent never 30 distinct He had planned To
seize her In his arms when she came in Ur
had found the mouse much 10 his taste, But
when he saw her as he drew back lie had "A
sudden sensation OF a blow IN the face What
kingly confident mood 10 this abect confu-
sion. lie could not identify a single item in
this figure. nor lay finger anywhere upon
his own.
why, how do you do, Mr.. Grosbcck. Am
very glad 70 see you. Are you In town for
lOnKy'
my errand Is with you. Miss Longworth.
] had expected different result. / have
learned new hing slowly"
fly.
"fou must understand me. Myerrand was
% hsk you % be my wife. hut now I have
only NJ taY 40 you Eqqd-uye."
But why prolonF the story. She rfiantod.
ihns y wa proved tnat "l0te willc0nquer in
the ions rna,"