The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-02-23

'Shan you like me better for itF' whis-
perei the girl.
"You little goosel How could like you
better than l do alreadyp
Couldn't you, Georgep
"Of course not. darling. / love you as
much as my heart will hold of loves
"And-you are not vexed with me any
longerp
mo. But you must try TO answer when
you're spoken TO-"
Even if have nothing to sayT
you must find something to say. And
now, nv darling, must really 90. / have
an engagement for the evening""
She knew by this time that il was useless
to protest. She chung to him for a minute
only, allowed herself TO be kissed and car
essed a little, and then went with him to
the door, Another lonely EVENING" In
Germany he had never quilted her side; but
here be was away from her for n great por-
ton of every day, and sometimes for a
couple of days at a time. Did he not love
her quite so well as formerly! Or was he
only waiting, as he said. until she was flt TO
take her place by his side, to charm society
and disarm his uncle's WRATH These were
the things that Jess sat and pondered when
George Eastwood had gone out.
Her surroundings were pleasant enough
She had, perhaps, scarcely knowledge
enough to know how pleasant they were.
The furniture was not costly, but it was in
perfect taste, and everything had been
chosen by Eastwood with a view TO the
tints of her complexion and the general
effect of her beauty against hangings, cush-
ions or Wallpaper. But all these harmonies
of color and of form meant little to poor
jess. Her heart cared more for love
George Eastwood love-and of this she
vaguely felt she could never have SO much
as she gave.
In her loneliness, her thoughts flew back
involuntarily to the relations and the home
that she had quilted. The cold, the misery,
the hunger of those past days seemed far
enough from her now. But she remem-
bered it all distinctly; she remembered,
also, with a pang of shame, that she had
never asked George to fulfill his promise TO
send food and money to her grandmother.
A sudden thought leaped into her mind,
and brought the color to her lips, the glad
ness to her eyes. She would go to Mill
street again; she would take to her old
grandmother the things of which she was
| sure TO stand in need. Why should she not
go that very EVENING" There was no use in
delay. She had nothing to do; she had
| plenty of money in her pocket, and she was
not afraid of the darkness and the streets.
| The night was cold, but fine; she would &c
and dispense her gifts that very evening
Ii was q generous impulse, but it was one
which George Eastwood would at once have
suppressed if he had known Of its exist
ence. But Jess knew no fear-scarcely
even knew what prudence meant. She
hastily changed her dress for the common
brown garb Of her mornings when she ''did
lessons" with Miss Vyner, and after a few
half-explanatory halt-apologetic words &c
Mrs. Fogg, she left the house with black
bag in her hand and thick shawl thrown
| loosely across her arm.
Mrs. Fogg waited long for her that night
| But midnight came aud was followed by
the small and early hours Of the coming
| day. and the gray dawn of a January
morning; and Jess did not return. Thu
night hld swallowed her up, and she wa
never more to be seen in that pretty hous'
in MAZDA Vale.