The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-06-06

countryman not to smoke, as it made her
i'll. The fellow replied with savage cath
that he had paid his fare and would smoke
when he - pleased. Mr.. Clay
said he was just trying to
screw his courage up to the + oint
or demonstrating with tie country giant,
when the limp little figure undoublcd itself
like magic, and, with quick movement,
reached down its collar, brought knife
that IN the excitement Of the moment looked
yard long, and with another cat-like
movement seized the fellow by the throat.
Throw that pipe out Of the window, or by
- I'll A comprehensive sweep of the
murderous-looking blade finished the sem
tence and sent the pipe SCATTERING on the
gcouGd. In another minute the knife had
again disappeared down the capaciouS collar
and the limp figure had resumed its former
vertebr8less condition, But the rest of
the journey, said Mr.. Clay, 4 spent in wish
ing was the little man IN the great coat,
who was none other than Bowie. with his
famous knife.'n
And then there was Sam Houston. Mr.
Davis thin. fine face lighted up as he re-
called the visit he and Houston once paid
to Gen. Jackson at the Hermitage, and he
related curious prophecy Houston made.
l. was when Davis was young lieutenant,
stationed in the Indian territory, and Hous-
WI w % a AGNhAESS IOullk ltllOM IulSlIlS d
handful Of Choctaw braves to assist the
Texans in their fight for independence. 1t
happened on that very excursion of Hous-
toms into the territory in search of recruits
that Davis presented him with a knife,
with medallion head of Jackson on the
hilt, as a souvenir of the visit the two had
paid Jackson. Houston was delighted with
the gift, and, turning to Davis, exclaimed:
II shall assist the Texans gain their free
DO, Y rtan 10 .s.fH -.
ator and President of the United States,
and shall appoint you my Secretary of
State"
Davis only laughed at the prophecy of the
visionary; there seemed nothing so lmprob-
able that a man leading an apparently for
lorn hope against a great nation, and a
you3g army officer at an obscure frontier
post, would ever hold the reins of power,
but the time came when Texas freed sent
Houston to the Senate when jefferson Davis
was also a member of that body, and one
of them, at least, held in his hands the fate
of nation.
Presently Mrs. Davis and Miss Winnie,
the daughter of the confederacy, came in.
The latter, a tall, girlish figure, with
high-bred and intellectual face, framed in
by mascot bright, brown hair. Mrs.
Davis is essentially ''grGnde dame" She
has the manners that might grace a court,
auu db DeduNOH she ana uer charming
| daughter dispense hospitality that is as
gracious as 1t is bouudless 1t goes without
saying that this hospitality is greatly
abused, for the Davises are far from rich
| people, Mr.. Davis having resolutely
refused not only princely gifts from for
eign admirers, but the funds with which
southern hearts would gladly dover him.
! Ore of the features of Beauvoir place is
| its fine garden, where flowers bloom the
year around, but somehow, seeing the gray
old house that, with its scattered outbuild-
| ings, belongs as typically TO the DAYS before
the war as the the man, great with all his
faults and mistakes, who is growing old
within its walls, 1t seemed to me that moth
ing should grow there but the pansies and
and rosemary of thought and remem-
| brance.
1t was quite dusk when l stood at the
door of Beauvoir saying good by to its
master. The light wind stirred the crown
of silver hair of the hero of the lost cause
and great branch of magnolia, white with
bloom, reached out above him as if it
hoated above bis head the flag of an eternal
truce.