The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-03-08

steps and glanced mp, where 10, be stood
Ny beautiful and long desired bunco
steerer, my confidence man In the flesh, Just
as had read him described thousands Of
timesl
This is 9 figment," said. there's no
such good luck; they are not to be found on
the bridge. 1t is the mince pie n Presby-
terrain friends had for dinner last night"
And 1 gazsd at it guilslessly.
He looked back at me, but with altogether
the wrong manner, for though he must
have thought had q cataleptiD attack, he
only smiled ciyilly and considerately
glancsd out toward the sh ipping. and
though I went up the steps automatically
with my head turning gradually on my
shoulders like one Of thoss little brown owls
that sit up at the mouth Of prai RE dog holes,
he was only responsive enough not to seem
really unkind and obdurate, still appar-
emily giving me the benefit of the doubt; as
suming that was mistaken.
Such ooyness was incorporating
couraginE.
at was the mince pie" said. ut was
those lnsoluble foreordinatitn, predestina-
ton, sanctihoation and sdOp ton cak es, with
the John Calvin icing oq to them; only
them and nothing more. Heavens, area't
they enoughp But my beart stood still,
which is equivalent to saying ID baked at
| every footstep behind me.
my features in front Of me. despite the pro-
| digious, vast and overwhe lining rotary i'm
pulse in the back Of my b cad, 90 distracted
| my attention that had one three-fourths
across the bridge and was walking over
house tops again before noticed the alb
sence of any provisions for jumping off aud
discovered, what had not previously OBJ
served, that the footway is inconsiderately
placed right in the middle Of the structure
just when l had given up all hope of an
adventure out of which my acumen, my
nerve and address should bring me with
| flying colors and WITH much gaia of ex-
perience apd amusement, a voice said in nay
lett ear, why, child, l. hardly knew you.
| I've been 80 troubled--I-could you"
He paused, l turned to him with look 1
trusting simplicity that would have shame d
catfish and made rabbit look design
| ing and sinister. The 70 we're IN my pocket
book nickel Of obsciire authenticity, two
elevated car tickets, d Pullman berth check,
| q latch key and bronchial troche, and in
nay heart was the RASH and overblown CON-
fidence Of the fire-new provincial. / was
about to address him in feeling tones, as Unolt
| Bill, and entrsat hi "a top our his griefs into
my smpathizing ears and only say what 1
could do for him tine dear childn alone
was worth the tn oche, l reflected, and
| he was welcoIne to the who le
outfit in exchange for a good. narrowing
| tale) wnen pono sanan, homely police
man, with O rich home rule accent, a sort
of intaglio or inverted Roman nose, and an
upper ifp like t,fg divide with red arroyo
running just under the lee of it, came sud
denly around th9 corner of the tower. He
inquired, with a suspicious glance at my
companion, il i was wantin' of anything
and before | could interpose to explain
all" my cherish ed adventure left me, walked
rapidly arounH the other side of the tower
and of toward Brooklyni
Gone-the only one had ever succeeded
in getting caught by!
| looked after his receding form with bit
ter disappoInvment; then at the policeman
and there YVES rage and hatred in my heart
He meant well, l know, and as a mere
policeman lie is an entire success, but he
snatched precious hope away from MT
just as was coming into good bearing and
shall always look upon his style of physi
ognomy wi tn aversion.
ALICE MACGoWAN.