Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1889-10-24

somber pile OF the college outlined itself
indistinctly against the gray sky. TO the
left lay the dormitory hall, to the right the
building occupied by the laboratories, reci-
tation rooms and the bachelor apartments
of Prof. Arthur Denver. TO the last-men-
toned place they drove. The professor
paid the men, dismissed Morton with the
horses, took the sack in his arms and noise
lessly entered the house. He laid his bur-
den on a sofa, and retiring into the next
room went to bed
ii.
George Dascar was handsome, clever,
passionate, weak; and, because he was
weak, cruel lie loved Annie Morse blind
ly, madly She we'll she was young, and
If she felt reciprocal sentiment for a
young man who besieged her at every
available opportunity with fierce love, who
could blame herr She knew not her own
heart, to tell the truth, and yascillated be-
tween the taciturn p ofessor at tho medi-
cal college and the handsome grain buyer.
Sometimes she thought for long days how
happy she would be il Arthur Denver
would smile and cast his brown eyes on
her Away. And then Dascar would come
into her mind and all his windy signs and
protestations of how he certainly should
die unless she would love him in return.
At this stage in her reflections she would
look at herself in the glass and wonder
what any one could see in her to love so
desperately-all of which showed that Das-
cars fiattery had not fallen on stony
ground
That same gray morning after the
Gtorpnx niuhf naqoar Intrn tn his
Office with unusually light step The office
boy was surprised at not being kicked
The dog caught his masters good humor.
as dogs will, and tied himself into beau
knots on the floor as an evidence thereof
Poor Alice!" muttered Dascar to him
self, as he picked up his morning paper and
adjusted himself to scrutinize it's contents
poor Alice. She wasn't bad girl |
should have wanted her to live, had it not
been for that miserable secret On the
whole, she acted very well about it Though
she always opposed my paying attention to
Annie, yet she never did any thing to in
| jure my prospects. Now she is dead, and
the last mouth is closed that could blab
any thing OF that Cursed business. / wish
the memory OF it had died with Alice
| Well, bars and bolts OF certain institutions
are as strong as the grave and keep secrets
as we'll"
He read his paper. He threw it down and
sauntered out along the street to SEQ IL he
could get sight OF Annie. He had often
passed her house before at even more un-
reasonable hours than this to catch q
| glimpse of her This time he was success
full She was on the porch just starting to
| town
Mr.. Dascar, of all menu
"And why not Mr.. Dascar?" Offering his
arm and closing the gate for her.
who would have thought OF seeing you
at this time of day? | should have i'm
agined you immersed in business and to-
bacco smoke by this time. Papa always is
And here you are, without the scent of Q
cigar, actually! What will happen next
when"
She would have chartered on, for she was
in happy, talkative mood, but he inter
rupted.
II told you / would not smoke If you dis
liked it. would do amy thing for you.
came by on purpose to see ii not you, al
least the house that sheltered you LAS
night in the dreadful storm envy it."
He spoke softly, yet with a peculiar
abandon and indifference that was n pretty
simulat, on OF emotion
20 dear!n said Annie iunocently enough
George Dascar's brain worked fast Gu
of the many thoughts that rushed through
it came this conclusion: Tell her now, be
fore that other fool does You're all safe
The only witness is dead"
"Miss Morse-Anne, will say it, Hav'
YOU not seen it? must marry you Yol
know l love you to my death. Do not tel
me nay know this is queer time ant
place for a proposal l can not help it M.
feelings overpower me. | dare not lool
you in the face. / shall call this evenin,
and learn my fate. / leave you and turf
here No, do not answer" And he wa
gone.
Annie stopped a moment gazing at hi
receding form. Her heart fiuttered; sh
was dizzy. 1t was only for moment, how
ever, for she hurried on her errand,
bright fame burning in each cheek
That forenoon there was terrific battle
The arena was Annie Morse's heart; tn
combatants, George Dascar and Arthu
Denver. Not a literal hand to-hand com
bat, as In the days of chivalry, but Ami
would now think of one and then OF tn
other in dazed way that bespoke her tn
, subject of cross mesmeric influences
Arthur Denver was to come that afteI
noon and take her to see the new cit
library. He would have a chance to i'm
prove his prospect Would he do it, Ii h
didn't well, she didn't know what, if
didn't
Tho afternoon passed, but no Arthu
Denver came, Notwithstanding he ha
pleaded with her to make the engagement
and to do so she had broken several other
She was piqued
When George Dascar came ne had th'
much in his favor that he knew not of II
, improved his chances well, and when h
, left her house that evening it was with th
promise of her hand.
, Things went on smoothly. The weddin
, was at hand Arthur Denver did not sho
himself
III.
When Arthur Denver awoke from h
slumbers and came back INTO his ante-roon
be saw an empty sack lying on the floor
"where has it goney' he exclaimed.
His first sensation was a peculiar Co
wave. commencing along the lower part
tha epina nj On 'umn and tarmin atinu DrOmi