The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-01-19
IHB GREAT MILL STREET MYSTERY,
-ADELINE SERGEANT
Jacobs WIFE, RoYs REPENTANcE" "DEvERus Druoxn v
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CHAPTER II.
GOLDEN HAIR.

III
u don't know. WhyW
II observed young man cycling me with
very felonious expression Of countenancs
rben spoke to her. I thought that he was
hen lover, perhaps"
Doyou mean" said Mr.. belmont, delib-
-ately, "a young fellow with dark eyes and
black mustaches Understood, but broad
md muscular. Used to wear fur car
when knew him, and looked like a game.
keeper astray."
you've hit it off exactly. The very
man,"
"Ah. That is Stephen Eyre He is rather
soueer customer. Iwould not offend him
were you"
81 don't suppose I shall ever see him
Eagain," said Eastwood, lightly, and did not
unursue the conversation.
But he did two unwise things. He
ulreaued of Jess pale profile and wealth of
red gold hair for week, and then set off
without Helmont, on an expedition to
uBaldwins Market in search of her. The
umarket was safe enough, but it was unsafe
Ito visit Mill street without an escort; and
Iathough ne knew this fact, Eastwood had
n no intention Of avoiding it He walked
NNtwce up and down it in the hope of seeing
L Jess; and in this he was at last successful.
Offering punches of violets to the passers
BY Her face lighted up when she saw
George Eastwood.
81 thought you'd never come again." she
said, simply.
He looked at her with critical eve. She
was very pale, but her eyes were bright
II Her head was covered by an old black
~ straw hat, with some draggled red and yell
low flowers in front. She had red hand
h.v n 20 oJ
with founces covered her limbs, and she
had donned an old and much-bent crinoline
-crinolines being then in fashion-of
i J which piece of steel protruded pitifully
from beneath the lowest tory hounce. No,
she was not an artistic figure, George de-
Udded-never realizing in the least that all
this soiled fnery had been put on in his
honor, because the girl had hoped that he
would come that night; she was, after all,
nothing but common, tawdry fower-girl,
such as one nights see at the corner of every
London street. What had he been think
ing of the other nightq This girl was al
most ugly; he had made ridiculous mis-
Take"
Il don't suppose shall come again." he
Isaid, coldly. 81 was here quite by acct
Ident."
Iwood was not softened; he simply grew
impatient.
81 will take bunch of flowers" he said,
thinking to restore the smile to her lips,
/ and here is the money-yes, you may
take it; why nots 1t is only half a crown"
Jess, as her friends called her, hesltated,
then took the coin with shy little smile,
land busted herself in picking out for him
the best bunch of flowers that her basket
contained. A gust of wind came down the
Hong narrow street at that moment; it dis
Il placed the tawdry hat on the girls bent head,
land when she dashed at it with her hand
i she disarranged the rough knot of hair at
L the back with such effect that it suddenly
fell over her shoulders in a heavy, untidy,
Iglorious mass Of gold. Ii she had been the
Imost finished coquette in the world Jess
Ncould not have done thing more likely to
attract the man who was looking at her
IEastwood's sensuous worship of color was
Just then at its hight. Color, even more
than form, entranced him, and Jess food
Iof FURNISHED gold hair was irresistible.
with sudden change of tone and man
Iner, he drew nearer to her and took tress
between his fingers. 1t was soft and fine
in texture-pleasant to the touch, with
1.-The crisp yielding elasticity of a child's
Ihair, as yet untouched by unguents OF any
kind.
"What lovely hair you have, JessI' he
Isaid, softly.
The girl looked up, coloring to her brow.
''rhey don't think so down our street.
They call me Carrots" she replied.
''They are brutes, Them" said George.
"Whati-that exquisite ruddy gold-is
carrot anything like thatI" He was still
grasping a mass of it in his hand. "How
should like to paint itGn he went on. 81
am an artist, Jess; painter of pictures;
and have often tried to find some one with
hair lise yours, and never succeeded; but
your hair is perfect. VIII you let me
opy it and put it into picturep
The girl looked frightened and puzzled.
''Should have to cut it off! she asked,
Itimidly
"Cut it offg No, child!" said Eastwood,
4 laughing. 81 only want you to come to
1 my studio and let your hair hang over your
Il shoulders for an hour or two, while try to
4 paint it; though don't believe that It's pos
sible to reproduce those warm, rudy tints
4 and golden CLEANS"
jess was looking more than doubtful
81 don't think granny would let me CO."
1 she murmured.
"You would earn far more in that
way than by selling flowers" said East
4 wood, quickly. II would give you-let
II me see-half crown an hour. Would that
4 do?n
81 must ask granny" said the girl.
swell, where is granny? Let us see her
and ask her at once. Is she here"
i jess glanced up and down Une sIreet raIner
helplessly.
1.-THE gentleman" frightened her little
by his impatient, masterful way, although
his tones were gentle and his eyes looked
| kind
81 think she's at her stall with her bas
ket," she said at length. en- go and ask
her if you like-if you don't mind waiting
for me here"
Shall come with youg'
The girl shook her head and started in
Search of her grandmother. She had
picked up her hat, but, as George noticed,
with half smile, she had not replaced 1t
upon her head, and the long hair still flowed
down her back in all its splendor,
Eastwood had not to wait long. The girl
came back, closely followed by the hobbling
Old grandmother, who, with shaking hands,
beared eyes and bloated face, came Wheel
Ing and whimpering to express her sense OF
obligation to ''the gentleman" and her con-
vlction of the honor conferred upon "her
girl, Jess"
Jess should go; o, yes, Jess should go and
rave her picture drawn as natural as HE;
and her fond granny had always thought
deal of her, especially since she had grown
up so beautiful; and no doubt the gentle
man would make it worth her while, and
not grudged poor old body tritie-"
That will do" said George Eastwood,
drily. 81 never said that l thought you.
granddaughter beautiful. She has hair OF
rather uncommon color-that is all,