The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-06-28

Polly laughed as she replied:
''Of course l will, if you tell me TO. and
fore go, and don't be long before you come
and see me again"
And their embrace over, Miss Phybbs
sped home conscious that she had considera-
bly, exceeded the time for which she had
been granted leave of absence.
III don't know what he's up to. ] don't
know what his little game is, but the cir
cumstances are suspicious" said Mr.. Tar
rant, as he walked quickly back to his own
dwelling. Let's reckon it all up, he con-
tinued, stopping and placing the forefnger
of his right hand solemnly on the palm of
his left. First, you've doctor with no
visible means of earning his living, verdict
on that, rum, and only wish | knew how
he did it. Secondly, he he's private room,
into which nobody is ever allowed to go,
RUNNER. Lastly, he's private stair and
private door, what, she want with private
doorg FUNNIEST. Men go in by day, what
goes In by nightg' There was a pause of
some seconds, and then MIR. Tarrant sud
denly laid the forefnger of bis right hand
imaginary audience, and CALCULATED
'BodiesW
DR.. Lynden meanwhile continues the
harmless tenor of his way, dining out occa-
sionally, and for the most part with the
savants of Manchester, among whom
he is now generally well known. He
spends a good deal of time in his labora-
tory, in experiments presumably. the result
of which has yet been published to the out
side world. That Miss Smerdon had a
strong girlish curiosity TO see inside of his
den he knows, but he little thinks what that
imaginative young lady pictures his real
life Still further would he have been as
tonished to hear that rather thick-headed
young policeman was also taking a lively
interest in bis proceedings. at the former
he would probably have only laughed; but
had he been congnizant OF the latter, he
would doubtless have been seriously an
noyed Nobody cares to be under the OBJ
servation Of the police-the guilty naturally
dislike il; the innocent fiercely resent it
but to find oneself under the self-imposed
surveillance of a young police constable
would exasperate most men. Fortunately
for his peace of mind, DR.. Lynden is in
blissful ignorance OF there even being such
person as Police Constable Tarrant, at
present.
But the summer slips away: Miss
Smerdon has long gone back to her home.
The army has moved from Gallipolli to
Varna, but still those bulletins of
GLORIOUS victoryn for which the British
public yearn are not forthcoming. The
cavalry has lost a good many men and
horses from an expedition into the un-
healthy Dobrutschka, but of actual crossing
of swords and exchanging shots there is yet
no sign: still rumor has it that both French
and English fleets, with innumerable trans
ports, have all been collected at Varna, that
such fotiIla has not been seen since the
days OF the Armada; and, indeed, that
probably would have seemed very small
affair compared TO that assembled in the
Black Sea under the flags of the allies.
Russia has long ago yielded the naval
supremacy, and is destined ere long to make
grim reparation to the Turks, for Sinope,
by voluntarily sinking her own feet in the
mouth OF Sebastopol Harbor. That an ex-'
petition of some sort has been decided
upon, that the combined forces of French
and English are about to embark and the
war to commence in bitter earnest, is now
well known, though the exact destination
of the expedition is kept as secret as posi-
BILE. But let it land where it will, il will be
upon Russian SOIL and that a pitched bat
tie will speedily follow is confidently pre-
dicted. This time the Quid Nunes are
right, another week or two, and all Eng
land will ring with the victory of the
Alma. A little longer, and men look
grimly and women weep over those terrible.
lists of killed and wounded which inevitably
follow all glorious victories. Men think
sadly OF many a good fellow who they will
never clasp hands with more, and maidens
think sadly of friends who had been rather
more than friends to them but few months
back; and VINO they had dreamed might in
the future be something dearer STILL Bnt
those who conduct wars have no time for
sentiment; the ravening monster requires
perpetual fresh food for his Unsuitable NAV,
and the sole thought of the authorities is
how the losses are to be made good-how to
fill the places of those who have fallen; and
it was already evident to all military men
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will tax our small army to the utmost.
Men who are fretting their hearts out be-
cause they have been 80 far cleft out of the
| dance" grew jubilant. They feel that it
cannot be long now before they are called
upon to bear their part. Then comes the
false report of the fall of Sebastopol, and
these restless spirits are filled with alarm
! lest the whole thing should be over with
| out their having to do with it. But that
canard is soon exploded, and when the real
state of things becomes known England
| generally awakes to the fact that this is no
military promenade. but that il she is seek
| ing big war she has got 1t. A few weeks
more, and home comes the story of lnker-
man, and when the bulletins of that glorious
| but grisly battle are read-accounts of such
fierce hand to hand fighting as recalled the
storming of Badajo. and other such scenes
| in the Peninsular war-sensiole men could
| no longer doubt we were committed to the
biggest struggle we had been engaged in
| since the Titan was Gagged at st. Helena.
| The country has woke up in earnest now,
and not only is every available soldier In
the United Kingdom hurried to the front,
but from all parts of the empire. Englands
sons are summoned TO her aid.
1t Is needless to say that the til had re-
| ceived marching orders; they were to 60 to
Malta in the first instance, thence to be
pushed on to the Crimea in the early spring.
Hard worked and hard pressed though the
army at the front was, yet the authorities
found they were hard put to it to feed it,
dreadfully depleted though il ranks were.
Some months had elapsed since that great
ball which inaugurated their arrival in
Manchester had been given TO her majesty's
til, and in that time the officers had
naturally become intimate with the people
| of the place. Miss Lynden, for instance,
had become well known to several of them,
but the most persistent visitor at the doc
tors house was Hugh Fleming. He made
no disguise to himself that he was falling
deeply in love. He knew and if he didn't il
would have been for no want of telling that
what his chum. Tom Byng, was continually
DINING in his ears was true, that there was
no higher pinnacle of folly than the COM
initial of matrimouy by a subaltern in
the army, but as matters stood at present
all loye-making ought to be punishable by
court martial; that the idea of man who
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