The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-16

From the Ne,O York Advertiser.
81 pity that woman"
"Pity her"
Eyes, with all my heart; watch them"
She was bud of girl-wife and as she
sat cozily euscouced in her light-gray mack
intosh with its cape and big, though inof-
fensive plsid-the picture of perfect lowell
ness intrenched against the piercing damp
ness of the stormy night-one might well
marvel at the alien thought of pity. There
YVES the unmistakable suggestion of an ex~
quisitely rounded and graceful fl gurs.
Her eyes were of deep blue shaded by
dark brows and lashes, and the wavy
strands Of hair, q shade fainter and more
dull than golden, were pressed close about
the shell-like ears by light veil which also
seemed to hold the pretty little bonnet
beautiful and more lovable than intel
iectual in IT'S outlines; the complexion was
fair but colorless-the unimpeachable evil
dence of an habitual and harmlessly mild
dissipation.
They had been to the opera. He sat
stiffly and uncomfortably BY her side He
was tall and lank and angular. and as he
unfastened the two top buttons of his black
| overcoat there was shown the immaculate
front of the evening dress. Els silk hat
leaned perhaps involuntary. little to one
side, and his little dark eyes increased the
| impression of a selt-consclous uneasiness.
| A thin, dark beard, which evidently wasn't
on speaking terms with the mouth, had
also defled successfully any artistic intimacy
with the BARRIERS shears, and hectic flush
| heightened the cheeks. HS occupied only
the forward part Of his seat, while she cud-
died back as far as possible and inclined
slightly toward the vacancy behind him. 1t
| is needless to add that they were going to
! their home in Brooklyn.
She evidently enjoyed the opera at least,
and was anxious to dwell with him upon
the scenes which pleased her most. Her
mood also was a friendly, critical one. He
seemed to have chronic grudge against
himself and everybody else who presumed
to interrupt his profound communion with
his thoughts.
She sat few moments in silence, then
looked up into his face with childish cons
fidence and said something in a loud voice.
His features relaxed, the crease between
| his thin brows deepened and his face was
petulant and fretful as he rolled his eye, TO-
ward her, more to let her understand he was
about to address her than to look into hers.
''rd like to know what you know about
it, anyway"
She drew back a little In silence at his
rough retort, but presently she forgot her
chagrin and said something to him again.
"Well, you're a nice person to criticise
anything like that. aren't you9 Haven't
you got any sense at allP'
The little woman blushed, her eyes
dropped, the faint smile of interest faded
from her face and she sank back again to
hide her embarrassment. But hers, evi.
IDENTIFY, was one of those sunny, open tenn
peraments which soon forget wrong, es-
pecially when perpetrated by a loved one,
and it Sas not long before her countenance
was again serenely tranquil. and her happy
eyes told of the pleasant thoughts which
were fitting through her mind. Soon she
looked up again and spoke to him.
"Yes, that's just about like you" he
calculated sarcasticslly. why don't you
wait till you know something OF what you
are talking about before you begin to criti-
cIsel What do you suppose people go to
hear 1t for, anyway Do you think every
ones fool but you"
And the man ratified on with his harsh
reprimands, seeming to take a supreme de-
light in verbally chastising the sweet,
shrinking little innocent at his side for pre-
Stunning 10 exist or endeavoring to make the
evening pleasant for him with her inofTen-
sive prattle AS she shrank further and
further back in her seat a paleness drove
the bushes from her cheeks, and she had
not recovered her courage to speak again
when the train stopped at the City Hall
station and they hurried across to the
bridge cars.
He is the same probably lin everything.
His is a nature which does not change.
They are young, and evidently have not
been married more than year or two.
How long will she indure it9
And at this crisis, which of the two dark
cross roads will she takel
Eyes, indeed; pity that woman"