Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-05-20

scorn and disgust. He conquered his
repugnance, however, and presently
accompanied Mr.. Hallow down Fifth
avenue. 1t was Sunday morning.
Early for men who had been to stag
dinner the night before-late for those
who were going to church with wives
and daughters In Delmonico's break
fasts were dawdled over by lonely,
languid gentlemen, but those two
talked earnestly across corner table, a
bottle of wine and sundry pretty little
kickshaws between them. When they
parted they shook hands.
"Now you see am not such low.
bred scamp" said Mr.. Hallow ex-
pansively. "I'll fix it up brown this
week, ha! ha! ha! Yes, and I'll write
the brown maiden the softest letter she
ever read, unless she has sweetheart.
She's a fetching lass, isn't she, old
manp''
The old mans fair meustache
twitched and his brow contracted.
Don't mix me into the gushing
epistle," he said; "bear that in mind. "
ooh, won't, since you make such a
point Of it. But don't you forget that
Railways meant to pay that money, only
/ had rather lost sight of Brown"
1--WE have all lost sight of him,
echoed Mr.. Gray-White with soft
laugh.
Then he sauntered away alonf and
entered a fashionable club, where he
stared blankly out of window until
he was aecosted,
Morning, White. Saw you break.
fasting, with Hallow. hear he's
going to marry Jim Morton's widow.
A PARKWAY cousin of yours isn't sheP"
"Yes, and deal. too good for him"
"Oh, Tom Hallow isn't bad sort,
and he is going up like rocket. Won
der if he'll get into the club?"
"Deuce knows"
Then you're the deuce,'' the ac-
quaintance retorted. "You are on tho
committee"
He will get in If l am any mortal
use," said Mr.. Gray-White, strolling
away.
"There is queer streak in all those
Greenville Whites his quondam COM
panion remarked to a bystander.
"An uncommonly white streak, "
was the would-be witty response.
On the last day of that week Mr..
Gray-White paid visit to Mr.. Hallow,
who triumphantly produced a letter
signed "Hattie Brown" and he
chuckled unctuously as his caller
walked off with the missive in his peck
ct. Mr. Gray-White read the letter
again when he was in his lonesome
bachelor room. 1t was not effusive
She accepted Mr.. Hallow's apologies
', for not having remembered the triiline
obligation before-there were inverted
commas marking the words 'triiling
obligation" and that brought an APP
preciative smile to the readers lips
She thanked him for the assurance o
; his warm regard for her father, thu
money was very welcome, and she wa
) his respectfully. The gentleman lait
the letter away in pocket case, which
beside that, held only photograph o
/, a sweet-faced old lady in widow
dress and wisp of gray hair. Thel
/, he buttoned up his coat and went t.
I Pillowville. Again he supped at thu
I tavern; again he wandered forth int
!! the drowsy streets of the town; agail
u he peered into the window of that mod
est dwelling Mrs. Brown was there
so was her old husband and her gawl
> of boy, but next to the pretty girl sa
L a good-looking young man, who passe'
her the butter with q melting glance
- He gazed fonlly at her and she gaze
fondly at him. He stole her piece o
I, bread, whereupon she stole shred 0
smoked beef from his plate and LAUGHED
l. aloud in glee.
The gentleman with the fading nam
u went back slowly to the tavern and sa
on the piazza, smoking far into tn
/ night. After breakfast the next morn
q ing he was reminded that it was one
II more Sunday by the ringing of tn
g church bells. He saw trim figur
) hasten past the hotel. bright ribbo
- floating out behind on the autumn All
II and he followed the floating, beckor
ing ribbon. The wearer of it vanishe
e in red brick church, which he Ell
y tered, too, seating himself in dar
. corner. The organ pealed forth il
l, music, the choir chanted the anthem,
't thin, sweet soprano voice rejoicing
D the strength of our salvation a lit
above the others. When the serviC
T. was at an end and the congregatio
surged out to the vestibule, where hol
< threads are dropped and profane ont
picked up, prosperous dame said:
~ 81 am afraid we shall lose our s.
ID prano. She is to be married to IL
g young man who lately opened TIL
d grocer shop in Clover street. An o
attachment, / believe. They ha'
ID been waiting and saving for sever
N years"
"A most respectable young man,
said the other dame, clasping her plum
d, hands over plush prayer-book.
* In another hour the gentleman wi
Of the fading name sat in AGAR flying ba'
Mt to the city, A vague smile played abo
N his mouth as he looked at the hill
splendid in their autumn cotors. /
iy took the note from his pocket-ease al
ne absently tore it into tiny bits which
i, tossed through the opened windoN
;" and so he faded out of the picture.
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