Savannah morning news., 1886-06-20

unconscious and. in her world, curious
charm. Sull a third was the serious
simplicity that met Nj. Hardee's banter
ing catechism.
II am thinking that Pocahontas GER
tainly passed through this door on ner
wedding day and trying TO imagine how
/ she-how II all looked. jamestown ls
| very direct and satisfactory. There are
no guides TO bewilder one. no crowd OF
sight-seers t0 break the spell OF antiquity
and silence. IL IS good to be here
Still talking OF the dusky bride, the love
/ Of whom stirred up "a mighty war IN the
meiItations" OF that pious and priggish
/ widower, Master Joan Rolfe, the modern
/ man and maiden passed through the gate,
/ crossed the road and climbed the knoll
hel ond. Lieut.. Hardee folded his mill
I tary cloak cusDion-wise on fiat stone It
/ the fO0r Of a dwarf thorn tree. When MS
companion was seated he threw himself
down on the grass before her.
But YOU have your back to the best
/ features Of the view" she represented.
Il beg your pardon" lifting his cap,
without altering bis position.
1t was one OF the ways that made
the handsome defender to bis country
irresistible with the sex he studied to
please. Ways as intangible and potent
as sunshine. subtle aud enchanting as the
breath Of flowers. The reverent gesture,
the slight, expressive arch Of the hrows,
the quiver OF the sweeping mOustacbe be-
traylng lurking smile, carried a volume
OF meaning. MariOry Wynkcop was a
metropolitan helle with recOrd,' won
in two New York seasons and a summer
at Mount Desert, nut she colored again
and looked steadily down the river,
granting him but a three.quarter
prnale.
"Wnat weather for Novemberw
"rhe atmosphere is full OF Indian sum
mer and of poet v" said Ha-dee, IN a
dreamy, ,stealns respectful homage at her
under long lashes.
Both seemed 10 listen. The brooding
stiffness was 50 profound that they could
hear flock OF sheep cropping the dry
grass in a field a dozen rods away, the
lazy roll OF the yellow river sapping the
clayey banks, the plaintive call of the
partridge in the stubhie on the mainland.
The sun was a circlet OF dim gold floating
in the inefiable softness OF the haze. be-
yond which the distance tainted into blue
nOtningness. Through the two lO0pboles
set IN the forehead Of the Old tow er the
Past looked solemnly at them. Behind
the ruin, spread as in prayer or lament or
Denedlction, arose the naked arms OF the
sycamore rooted in the dead wOman's )
heart.
''some of my ancestors sailed up this
river two hundred years ago" MarjOry
said, in sudden enwakening. One mIght
have fancied that she drew back irOm@a
dangerous brink. my grandmother was
Of Huguenot descent and Nirglnian by
birth. she knew many stories Of her
French fOrbears. One which made an in
dehble impression on my mind was of the
escape of one family from their native
land i'll a small trading vessel. They
were Overtaken, and the schooner WAS
searched by the Kings officers. Ine
iugitives were packed IN the hold and
surrounded by bales aud boxes of mer-
chandlse. The soldiers thrust their
swords through cracks in the deck, p.ob-
ing fer their prey. The point of blade
entered the shoulder OF NV great-great-
grandmother, stuck there for an instant,
and was jerked out. Before 1t could be
drawn up out Of sight she wiped the blood
from it with her kerchief, tbat it, the red
stain. might not betray the nature of the
cargo"
"a fine. dramatic incideutv' Hardee's
face was all alight with enthusiasm m.
''Those times made heroines and heroes.
Every life was drama, with tragic ele-
ments freely intermiXed. II we seek the
heroic nowadays we must 90 to the
stage for it. Tragedy is, with us,
synonym for 'seneatiOnal.' Both are bad
form. Stabbing and stoicism are relegated
to the lower classes. | think hearts aud
lives grow shellower with each genera
tion Of cultured people,"
at is az well, perhaps. that stabbiug
should no longer be numbered among The
fine arts" said MariOry. "As TO tragedy,
hearts have grown deeper and the play
goes on behind the curtain. Then men
and women suffered and cried out. Now,
they endure and hide. The higher the
culture and the finer the STRAIN Of old
blood the more graceful and thorough is
the herOism OF cOncez lment."
Hardee's surprise was genuine.
81 am continually getting new lights
upon you! These last few hours are a
revelation. / really thought"
''Tbat | am never troubled myself to
think! l seldom do. Why spoil holidays
with metaphysics and sentimentalizing?
And at my aye life should be one long
| holiday. Vire iQ bddUeltei"
| She bad picked UP pebble worn smooth
/ by floods from ha waters edge, and now
tossed 1t down the declivity with fling so
strong and aim so true that it skipped "a
/ the river, raised tiny geyser in the tur.
bid sheet ana awoke sleepy circles that
/ were long In subsiding.