Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1889-07-25

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"Ain't she daisy, though?n some
body was saying just behind her, in a
sepulchral whisper, necessary now
that the play had begun.
1t was Chauncey Dean aud Belle
Bennett, as Mr.. and Mrs. Jefferson,
respectively.
Hetty looked around at them, still
dazedly.
"Nice to be the father of such a
GIRL" Mr.. Jefferson added, jocularly.
Mrs. Jefferson giggled.
"Look!" she murmured, pinching
Margery. isn't she a pretty little
thingp You know Mag Carpenter had
to give up her part at the last minute,
didn't youp She's sick; and that girl
Mack is her name-she's staying at
the Liddells. John asked her only a
day or two ago to take Mays part and
see how well she's got it already!
Isn't she cleverP She does it better
than Mag, don't you think, reallyP
She's been in amateur theatricals be-
fore, John said, and he knew she could
do it,
"Oh!" said Hetty, family.
She looked at Miss Mack, where
she sat listening to Johns mimic love,
making.
Johns mimic love-making had never
been an agreeable thing for Hetty to
hear. 1t had been bad enough with
Mag Carpenter as Dorothy Jefferson
Mag, who was rather plain, and en-
gagged to Will Lane. And with this
person for Dorothy-this person who
had sprung up as though by fairy
means, without a warning-this ex.
tremely pretty and gentle-looking
person from nobody knew where-this
person, with blonde locks and blue
eyes, and dimple-with her for the
colonial heroine, Johns love-makine
was agonizing.
"Who is she?" Hetty demanded, hel
hands clasped tightly.
"Why, told you, Miss Mack" Belle
responded, staring little. "She''
visiting at the Liddells. That's all
know. Some friend, of course. Still
come to think of it. she must be rath
err more than friend-yisiting there
you know. Shouldn't wonder if Johns
engaged to her. He's back from the
East somewhere lately, you know
She's engaged to him if John asked
her-I know that. | don't know who't
say no to John Liddell; l couldn'tr
Belle declared, with cheerful candor
"Yes, suppose that must be it. "
"How you girls gossip" said Chaun
cey Dean, with tail of his brass-but
toned blue coat on either arm. "All w,
got to say is if John gets her he's go
a mighty pretty girl. Youp! Stun
ming" said Mr.. jefferson, with start
ling lack OF dignity. considering hi
gray wig and careful wax wrinkles.
Mag lent her her costume, o
course" said Belle, studying her
"How much sweeter she looks in i
than Mag did. Poor Mag! In
actually afraid we'll all be glad sh
can't play. Pm positive John Liddcl
will. just hear him! He does tel
times better than he did with Mag
It's more inspiring, you see."
Hetty saw. 1t was surprising, tn
sudden prettiness of Mays short
WASTED, big-fgured gown, with it
square neck and pulled sleeves.
1t was astonishing, the new bright
ness of the amorous dialogue of Chris
topher and his sweetheart
He was leaning toward her with
most realistic devotion; his handsom
eyes looked intont, and her fres
cheeks were aglow.
Hetty could hear the applaudin
murmur of the lookers-on. Her ow
fair face was growing colorless an
strained.
"She is staying thereP" she r,
peated, stiflly. 'She is visiting tn
, Liddellsp"
Yes" Belle responded, her eye
J widening with a sudden recognition
! and she faltered thereafter, wit
gentle sympathy: "Ye-es. She's bee
there several days. l saw her OF
driving with John and his moth'
yesterday"
, Belle found Hetty's cold little han,
, and pressed it.
, "Never mind. There isn't a fello
in the world that's worth it," 81
: whispered, philosophically, II dai
say he's an awful firt. Don't nil
9 him.
, Christopher was taking tend
leave of Dorothy, and departing, al
. Mr.. Ryer was peering anxiously fro
: the opposite wing.
:, Come along" said Mr.. Jefferso
pulling his spouse on the stage; al
Hetty was left alone.
She dropped her face into h
= hands with silent Sob
She had heard of such things befo
the double love-making of b
young men; she had read Of it. He
could he--how could he? He did
- perhaps, with every other girl he mi
she had heard of men who did.
Engaged! Yes, that was like
Else why was she staying there, W
:. was not relative, and going drivi
J with himP He had never taken h
:, driving. Nor ever would.
" Her anger surged holly in b
humping heart, and helped to Ike
= back her tears.
! She reflected, with bitter shan
that probably he had not thong
% seriously of it-a mere squeezing
&c her hand and a whispered word
two. But she had thought-she b
- thought
lie She shivered in her blank mise
)t ,ror;callv ninnant little sxit ca