The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-07-12
think he will get over ita What does Hugh

/ think he will get over it, What does Hugh
sayr
Hush! one question at a time" rejoined
/ Miss Lynden. 1--WE must ysait for the next
mail to come in. l had only one line from
/ Hugh this time Here it Is" and the girl
took the scrap of a letter from the soIa Of
/ her dress, and read as fOlloWs:
"MY DARLING NELL-Just' one line to
say that am all right; but we had a B. ig
/ fight last nlgnt IN the trenches, and you will
/ be sorry u hear that several of YOUR old
acquaintances were knocked over. Poor
Grogan, indeed killed. Pm so dead beat
can't write any more. Ever dearest, your
own HUGH"
THAT is all. Frances. so, you see, < must
wait till tho next mail for further tidinEs.
I'm sure to hear again then. Hugh is very
good ABOUT writing, though sometimes l get
only such a scrap as this"
IT'S terrible, this watching and waiting"
cried Miss Smerd1n. 1T must be hard foI
you to bear; but ali! Neil, how much hap
pier you are than me. What wouldn't |
give for Just two lines like that /" and as she
spoke she looked wistfully a the letter her
friend held between her fingers. "Ah. if
he had only given me the rIgnt to care for
him.
Listen, Frances" replied Miss Lynden,
didn't tell you that / had something to
scold Capt. Byng for. If his advice rad
been folio wed | should have been exactly IN
your Place, and Hugh would not have tod
his love before he left. You're proud girl,
and Capt. Byng's a quixotic man, as if g
mans love story ever offended a woman,
even when soc didn't care FOR him.
"Ah, my pride Is oil broken down now"
replied Mss Smerdou. IN detected tones.
He must never know 1t, he would laugh at
me. very probably, if he did. It's very dis
graceful, Nell but | do love him. You
never told Hugh any of my wicked re-
marks, did you"
"Well, do you know l.ered Miss Lyn-
den, do you know Pm afraid did,
'Oh, Nellie. how cruel of you. How
could you" exclaimed With Smerion with
flushed cheeks, starting bolt upright from
the responding attitude she had assumed in
a corner Of the sofa, you know l never
meant them"
II knew they were meant more for some
body elses ears than NINE" remarked the
other, demurely, land I took care they got
there
How mean of you, how wicked of you,
what wretch Tom -, Capt. Byng,
mean, must think me, and now he's dying
-" and Miss Smerdon sobbed audibly.
Don't be fool, Frances" interposed
Miss Lynden, little sharply. II quoted
your tart remarks IN my letters to Hugh
simply because the fluctuations Of your
temper puZzle1 me, could not unQerst and
| it. 1t was we'll did so or should not ha We
understood things even now. Hugh, you
see, was behind the scenes the other side,
and Hnen we compared notes we came to
the conclusions that Benedick had gone to
the wars once more, and Beatrice had
promised to eat all of his killing. My dear,
when next you meet Capt. Byng have no
doubt you'll find he has something to say to
| you"
"Oh, Nell, do you really think 500 Do
you think he"
Loves youl" said Miss Lynden, laughing.
mo. don't; but Hugh does, and that's a
good deal more to the purpose. He's wiser
than am, and has much better opportuni-
ties than mine Of Judging of Capt BynE's
feelings. Soyez trGHqmlie, my dear, and
wait and hope trustfully for good tidings by
the next mall
Oh. the humility and selt-decepton of a
great love! Here is quick, clever Nellie
Iynden not only saying that honest,
straightforward Hugh Fleming is wiser
| than her, but that he possesses a quicker in
sight into the state Of the affections! As If
on this latter point the perceptions of man
are not as those Of the male compared to
the eagle with the observations of the oppo-
| site sex.
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