The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-27

OF wearing IL the streets at home. 1t is
their way
when go to England l shall dress as lady
always. A lady ought to Look like a lady,
ought she not, madamew
well, yes, dear, l suppose she should.
and you will fild that most real ladies do
so, but, as said, a great many Of these
people who you see here are not ladies, not
such ladies as was accustomed to see in the
family where lived, anyhow"
II do not want to go TO England,
madame, aud shall tell papa so next time
he comes"
81 should not do that" madame said,
hastily. "Of course, if lie asks you if you
are in any hurry to go away with him you
can say no, but he would not be pleased if he
thought that you were set against your own
people,"
Constance did not answer, but tossed her
head and walked off into the garden.
"She is like her mother in some things"
Madame Duport said to herself, looki ~
after her. "She is like her something in
face, and she has got her smiles and pretty
ways, and she has an atfectlonate nature,
too, like her, but there it ends She has
got a will of her own and Is not to be led
as her dear mother was. l don't know
where she gets it from. and that way of
hers of tossing back her head and carrying
herself as il She wers a little duchess. She
reminds me Of him in feature sometimes,
but he is weak and selfish. | always told
Victor so and she Is strong willed and
never thinks of herself. She is just like the
girls used TO see at my lady's; straig htfor-
ward and honest and natural. Any one
could see that she is English at once by her
walk and her manner, in spite Of tae French
fashion of her dress. Her father never
comes without saying, Make her as English
as you can, madame;' and l have done my
best. l heard two English women say the
other day when | was with her down in the
market place, Look at that girl-what a
regular English face: but of course she is
| French, for she was chattering away in
| French to that woman she is with; besides
she is dressed in French fashion; but she is
as English as can be in looks, and she steps
| out without mincing.'
''They talked quite loud as is the way
with this sort Of people before foreigners,
making sure that they cannot understand
| their language; aud they looked nicely sur
prised when | turned round and said: Per
| haps you are right, madame, and perhaps
you are wrong and walked on again with
| out taking any more notice of them. When
she grows up her father will find that he
cannot twist her round his finger like he
could her mother Poor child | am afraid
| she will have trouble. She is hot and inn
petuous, and full of heart. He is cold, aud
hasn't the heart the size of walnut. He
is a poor creature although he does pay
| WELL"
In the seven years that had since passed
Constance Corbyn had grown up straight
| and tall. Her figure was scarcely formed
yet; far less SO than those of her school
mates of the same age. Her manner was
somewhat quiet, for although she seldom
| spoke of it now, she thought great deal of
her singular position, thus brought up in a
foreign land and knowing nothing of her
position save that her father seemed o
wealthy man. She had never spoken to him
on the subject At first she had been silent
because Annette had told her that it might
vex him to ask questions; of late years be-
| cause she was too proud to breach the sub
ject until he did so himself She was favor.
tie at school, but splteful tongue would
| occasionally bring the hot blood to her face
| by some sneering remark as to the mystery
which hung over her position.
| For her father she felt no love. Such af-
| lection as had been purchased in her child
| ish days by presents had gradually died
away and feeling of angry sesentment at
| mis- silence had taken its place. There was
no sympathy whatever between her warm
nature and his cool one, but at the bottom
| of it all, was an unconscious championship
| of her dead mother. Annette had never
| spoken a word to her against her father,
| but whenever she spoke of her mother
there was so much pity and commiseration
| in the constantly uttered Poor angel"
| "Poor lamb that it led Constance to feel
that her mother had not been fairly
| treated by him. There was no real heart in
| the labored excuses Annette made for her
| strange bringing up abroad. She herself as
| she grew up had in her intercourse with her
| father found out that between his nature
and hers there was scarcely point of SINH
| larity.
However, she was soon to get to the bot
tom of the mystery. He had on the occa-
sion of his last visit said:
1.-THE next time | come. Constance
shall probably take you away with me and
present you to your relations in England
| You will be of an age then to take your
place at the head of my establishment. We
shall perhaps go for a few months tour to
give you manners. and set you al your ease
| am happy to say that you have turned out
just as | should wish YOU"
Il wonder" the girl said, bitterly, that
night as she stood before her looking glass,
whether if | had turned out differently he
would ever have had me home at all
Madame says that though l am thin and
not much to look at now, | shall be pretty
presently. and l suppose papa thinks so,
too, though am sure | don't see it. | am
not bit rosy and round-faced as | used to
%. > Ill ne Gnlnks 50, anu CnlnKS L snail
LOOK we'll at the head of his establishment,
and so he's going to place me there. If
had been squat and ugly l expect | should
have stayed this side of the water all my
life, and he would have given me dot to
get good husband in st. Malo. | would
not go il it was not for mother. II he &C.
knowledges me he must acknowledge her,
which he never had courage enough
TO do while she was alive"
A year had passed since then, and An
nette's predictions had been fulfilled. Con-
stance Corbyn was not what is usually
called beauty, but her face, with its
broad, smooth forehead, soft, earnest eyes
and tender mouth, strengthened by the
firm and somewhat square chin, was one
that most men would look at twice. Her
figure was still slender, and over rather
than under the middle hight. There was a
certain air of pride IN the carriage of the
head and figure, an unconscious protest
against those who had tried to humiliate
her.
One day at IL o'clock just as breakfast
was over, the servant came in and said
that an English gentleman wished to
speak with NJ. Duport. She brought in a
card.
''Who is it, VictorP'
81 know not" he replied, glancing at It.
sit is Mr.. James Ferris Of Lincoln's Inn.
That is place for lawyers. / will go and
see what he wants"