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

ebbry ting dat jubilates, kaSe den you for
gifts de Lawd. an in two shakes he got
your
In few minutes after his disappearance.
there came from an African church near by
sounds of congregational singing.
81 can distinguish Abrams voice said
Josephine. It is wonderfully rich and mel
low. | think he leads. be seems very
pious"
"He may be now, n replied Loagwood. du-
biously, ''bat l ought 10 tell you that his
plantation record was not a very good Ione
He is quite fearful liar; | know that
myself"
"Ah, we'll" said Josephine, she has doubt
less changed
NJ. Duval spoke of something else; he was
not Interested in the peculiarities of the AZ
rican race, and Longwood found himself
giving animated accounts of boating. swim
ming, shooting adventures in the country,
making himself a little the hero OF these
events, as Othello before him was tempted
to do, by pair of eyes softly Interested,
and slim hands living idly on their work.
"Will you sing for us, my daughterr'
asked NJ. Duval later on; and the girl nut
the broad ribbon of her guitar about her
neck, and sang two or three French and
English ballads.
WAS not the last Spanish? You Learned
Ohot hb ttlo SOuNSuA, bDOt' dShcu Long WOOL.
Not at the convent; from IA friend in
New York." with a faint blush he dsdaot,
perceive. This was a memorable evening
for Longwood. Here shone on him pictur-
esqueneSs, grace, color, glimpses Of foreign
lands and such things as he had never
known or oven dreamed of In his life, spent
within "A radius of twenty miles. He
thought of his cousins and other girls he
knew, pale, sweet-faced, super-refned in
manner, narrow in views, aud contrasted
them with this one, so softly bright and del
icately glowing. He had never realizsd
before how gray and monot )nOus were his
days. What had his ancestors dOnetor him,
or what would they dos
When he arose TO go it was remembered
that no had left his umbrella in tue shop,
and Josephine lighted candle TO lead the
way there. While he sought the umbrella.
she carelessly rested her hand with the
candlestick on the shoulder OF Louis Qua
torze, whose glorieS were now hidden under
long gray duster
'He looks like ghost" said Longwood.
| and in the same breath called out, too late I:
Take care, Miss Duval!" for tho candle
flame, held too close to Louis wig, had set
| fire to the dry, curied hair, and it was
| quickly in a blaze the lace Of her sleeve
caught from that, and q bit OF burning hair
falling on her SKIRT still further threatened
her. At one bound Longwood had torn the
covering from the dummy, had thrown it
around her, and. holding her closely in his
arms, was crushing out the flame of her
sleeve Was it lifetime or a minute he
held her SO, both hearts beating fast. her
| startled, wide-open eyes looking into his
Monsieur Duval, whom the sudden blaze
had attracted, was here now with a wild
"Ah, heaveni my Louis--he will meltp
And tearing off the still burning wig,
trampled it under foot. 1T was, alas his
bsst,n he said mournfully. But you, my
| daughter. what is its are you hurtW
"More frightened than hurtn she an
swered, with an attempt at hghtness. In
fact The hurt was light, as was seen in the
other lighted room, there being only a few
blisters on the round, white arm, from
which the tatters Of sleeve fell back. She
was curiously white, though and her eve
lids dropped. ut is a mere nothing" she
went on, smiling with pale lips. "but your
hand
Can wait" said Longwood, briefly, nor
would he allow it TO be looked at until the
arm was duly bandaged: thea his badly
burned hand was tended with gentle minis
Enthusiastically smelling rose-glycerine,
cool strips oil linen, little touches of soft
| fingers, plying words; on the whole, a
painful burn was thing TO bs desired.
| He was already in the side-passage lead
| ing to the street, after saying good night,
when Josephine called out: Zone moment
Mr.. Longwood, would it trouble you to
mail this letter for me on the wayp' hand-
ing letter, stamped and addressed.
Our friend Mr.. Delgado, papa, she said,
as though with intention, will think we
are neglecting him-only writing once "A
week."
"Delgado-who is Delgadop' pondered
Longwood, passing through the silent.
dimly-hghted streets. It's a confounded
ugly name anyhow" he concluded with
manifest injustice.
While this young Columbus carried on
his discoveries in fair new land, other ad-
venturous spirits would fain have done the
same. A passing glimpse, an apparently
unnoticed chance word of admiration from
sister or aunt, had melted novel. needs in
shopping on the part of young men whose
daily walk took them past the sign of "a
Duval, Artist" With meagre results, for the
most part, apparently; for the Lothario of
the hardware establishment remarked one
afternoon some weeks later:
"She's a beauty-that little Duval, you
know, fellows but seems little stiff-dis-
tant, you know. Sort of trick, | suppose,
to draw you on"
"You find her distantn said Longwood,
slowly; 'she has. 10 doubt, the reserve of a
lady"
"a hair-dressers daughterp replied
Lothario, raising his eyebrows.
'We are small clerks ourselves" replied
Longwood, calmly; land let me tell you,
tombstone, that the young lady in question
has better education and manner, gener-
ally, than any of u.s."
VERY fine girl, no doubt, as you seem to
know" meaningly.
81 was presented by friend Of the
family" rejoined Longwood, with frowning
directness.
The others stared but said no more,
Longwood's dislike to a careless discussion
of refined women's names being known,
and his muscle highly respected. He found
Mrs. Willard with his mother that evening.
well, Hudson" cried his godmother,
fixing keen eyes upon him, why arc you
neglecting me so this visits You used to
like being with me-"
My dear Sue," answered his mother for
him, she must intend his flowers to repre-
sent him, then. | never saw him get up so
early in the mornings TO arrange bouquets
as since you came"
"His flowers are certainly q credit TO
him." was all Mrs. Willard said to this.
The merry glance of Intelligence she di-
rected toward Hudson proved her a woman
of discretion. She had had flowers from him
but once. "You used to walk home with
me from church, too" she went On, diverg
ing, land now | only see you on Sundays
when pass the Catholic church"
"The Catholic churchn exclaimed his
mother, in hoFEoTo vi artqco ehs,r
The Episcopal body in this venerable, city
was evidently old-fashioned in its ways 1t
called itself Protestant, and continued to