The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-29

wise, locks OF golden hair, not growing
however. on her own shapely head. looked
up at sound OF a footstep. and Inurmured;
''It is the Frondeur.n
She pushed aside her little wooden frame.
and stepped forward, politely attentive.
The hair-pins / bought, Miss-Miss
Duval, did not suit my mother. She likes
them longer
But certainly" producing others.
''She asked me to get her a comb, YOU
know-a comb for her back hair.n
lie usually spoke the truth, but finding
the descent TO Avernus delightfully."- easy,
this unhappy youth was preparing some
other invention when, by good FORTUNE. his
eye fell onl4ouis Quatorze.
''Ahl does your father like the new place
for him betterF
'For Louis Quatorzel But yes, thanks.
The little blacks give no trouble now. |
found them droll, but he did not. Il sur
prlses you, perhaps" with hesitation, Ibis
care for that figureF'
Then responding TO his interested look:
"He brought it with him from Paris when
we came TO New York. 1t was all he had
left from his beautiful place, on tho Rue
st. Anne, after the Communists SMASHED
everything. He is a Royalist, you know. aud
had his clientele in the FaubOurg, and he
thought this figure had the grand air, aud
so-aad so, " half-laughing, 1--WE have fallen
into the way of calling it Louis Quar-
torzen
From New Yorka You thought you
might do better hereF tentatively, leaning
on the glass case.
80 for example, no. But my father
was hur5 at the trenches, and it left his
chest weak, and the carly spring in the
north was so bad for him, the doctor said.
He did we'll there, and have been at the
convent i'll Canada always. But he is old
now, my father, and must rest; and learn
affairs to bel should say-a business
woman
"You are only two9 You will not be
lonely; or have you friends here!'
His curiosity had but the masculine justi-
tcation of her sweet voice and dark eyes,
and curved lips.
at is lonely sometimes with wistful
note. I'VE know no one, and | miss my
friends SO much, and papa his. Butt
cheerfuily, ''we have each other"
Then bethinking herself that this was a
stranger, and not knowing or accepting his
justification, she handed him his purchase
with her little conventual bow.
An excuse could readily be found for re-
turning soon again. He discovered as an in
terestlng historical fact that his mother had
never worn a BACKBONE" in her life. 1t
must be exchanged. Josephine suggested
some tortolSe-shel pins, which proved to be
somewhat higher in price.
II would rather not go over that price.
am economical, you see," with smile;
adding, with, entire simplicity, 81 am
Obliged to ben
The girl quietly sought another trifie: but
looking for the first time with something
like interest at the young fellow she had
heretofore found ugly, and even little
common in his gray business suit, she saw
that his teeth at least were beautifully
white and even, his eyes frankly respectful,
and his figure well knit, If understood.
"You see" he said, moved in unwonted
fashion to talk freely, 81 must practice
economy for the people before me, who did
not have to do it. You have studied, of
course, about our civil war at the con-
venth
"Cer5ainly-yes.
"Well, my people were planters, and l
was born after slaves and all were gone,
and it has been hard times ever since
'But we are In sympathyp she cried,
opening wide her brown eyes. SIT is just
alike the case. Papa, come here. It is
MrW-"Long wood will in
terest you.n
"a. Duval, Artist, bad been reading his
paper behind the lace curtain, but his soul
was yearning for a sociable chat, as his
daughter knew, and he came promptly.
But it is precisely alike" he exclaimed,
with enthusiasm, wnen he understood the
subject. "Our fortunes have been the
same. Just as the enemy ruined your plan
tations, houses and all, so was my beautiful
studio on the Rue st. Anne destroyed by
those beasts of communists An, monsieur |
if you could have seen my plate-glass win
dows shattered on the pavement, ana my
TASKS of hair tonic, composed by myself
have sold it to princesses! We are, truly,
companions in misfortuner'
Hudson Longwood was sensible of much
mental confusion as the old Frenchman
stated this conviction. He had been edu-
Gated to believe the material ruin of the
house of Longwood and its like stipend
GUS fact unparalleled in history, except,
perhaps, by the fall of the Roman empire,
or the undoing of the royal line of Stuart.
And here was French hair-dresser claim
ing brotherhood in misfortune. If it was
true that TO have been rich and proper
tionately influential. and to become poor
unpleasant for one human being as for
another, then certain of mis- ideas would re-
quire adjustment. He wondered what
his mother would think of these wild and
whirling words; then his eyes falling on
Josephine's piquant, softly-tinted face, he
decided not to mention the subject to his
mother for the present. Abram was now
putting I'D the shutters for the night, but
Monsieur Duval, enchanted to have an aud
itor, fitted by Lachesis herself t. sympa-
thize with him, suggested: "Fifine, my
dove, perhaps monsieur would try a cigar
with me in our little parlor."
The young man, with poetic tightening
which amazed himself, thought this ''dove"
more like brilliant humming-bir or one
of mis- own, fresh, dewy, deep red roses
lido not SMOKE" he replied, "but should
enjoy little more talk with Mr.. Dnval.n
"You do not smoke? That is well it is
bad habit" said the Freedman, with the
common, easy approval OK o5her peoples
abstinence from ones own SUI II vices.
Not because 1t is injurious" explained
Longwood, unfortunately candid, as his
mother considered him, but l never had
pocket-money as q boy to buy tobacco,
and now don't care for II"
very right, very right" said NJ. Duval,
who had not heard him as he led the way
through the tiny workshop, behind the cur
tain, into small parlor ia the rear, Joseph
inc following after a few moments.
chow very prettyp thought Longwood,
entering the room-small, it is true, but
very cheerful and cozy, after the large,
bare rooms to which ne was accustomed
An engraving or two and few aquarelles
by Josephine herself Frightened the walls.
her little sewing table stood in one corner,
her fathers smoking stand in another. The
canary in his shining cage reposed after a
day OF song; knot of vlolets stood in the
long -stemmed vase under marble Psyche,
poised for flight on bracket.
''Y GU have garde (" he asked Josephine
What you see," smilingly, pointing
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