The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-11

the little gal in the kerridge. Te-he-hel
NO nonsense, Ell! The kerridEe II call at
7:30 o'clock Another poke IN the ribs, an
other chuckle, and he v added away
poor Jack waited for the other Bartons
to get away before be left the church. Mrs.
Barton saw him, but was too far away to
speak, so she motioned with her lips, and
Jack knew she was saying: Don't forget;
the carriage will call at half past seven
when she had disappeared Jack turned
to 60, but he saw the sexton coming toward
him. Ever see our sexton. He shuffies and
talks in whisper, and he'd make you think
OF funerals even il be didn't combine an IN
dertaking Establishment with the livery
stable he runs. be seemed to have some
weighty matter on his mind as be ap-
proached. he was more mysterious than
usual He looked around suspioiously to
see If any one was watching or listening.
Then he put one finger on his lips and
wiuked at Jack.
3" 'P'raps you know why wish to see you
sirr said he.
I" No. I DON'T said Jack.
Well, it's just this way, sir. A certain
lady, TO speak plainly, it's Mrs. Barton, sir,
has engaged a carriage OF me for naxt
Tuesday evening. She's going TO send it
for you at half-past seven. She feared she
might not see you herself so asked me to
tell you. The carriage will call at half
past seven Good day, sir
''Sack felt like cursing the carriage, but
he didn'G. \ lot of US fellows were
In his room that evening, and he
was 50 annoyed at tho Barton tactics thai
he told us the whole story. He did not
realize that he was doing foolish thing
then, but he did the next Tuesday morning,
Tor when he entered his office over a hun
dred postal cards lay On his desk. On every
card he read the hated words: The carriage
will call at 1880 o'clock Then there were
pictures OF a couple, presumably Eunice
and himself, getting into q carriage or get
ting out. One card was labeled The Re-
suit, and there was EuDice again with her
hand in Jacks, and her uncle Joe. as fat
cherub, lowering over them Ald saying :
Bless you, my children
There's nothing more to tell, except that
be took Eunice to the wedding, and was as
kind and attentive as possible TO her. But
he has avoided the Bartons eyer since. aud
he'll kill the man at says to him: The
carriage will call at $780,
But Bob. in spite Of the length of your
story, you haven't explained why you and
Olmsted quarreled," said Vane.
so, it was a mere trifle. l sent the
postals aud he found it out"
lis that ALA The ending is common
place. You led me to expect tragic de-
nouement. HulloI It's almost dinner time.
We may as we'll go back to the hotel"
u6 bhO ultu blTplieu away, QulL6 uuCOD-
sclous that In the summer house homely
little Eunice Barton was crying as though
her heart would break. So. that was the
way men spoke of her. What hurt her
most was to know that Olmsted had lied TO
her. 1t had always been a COM
fort to think that once some one
had actually vented to take her
out. Without realizing it, she had made a
hero or the only mau that nal ever shown
her any attention. She felt that she could
never again face him or any other men that
knew the story. She had received the
most crushing blow ever dealt her IN her
life that had been made up of sights
and humiliation. The intensity OF shame
overpowered her. Size could not reason
calmly. What was the use of living, any
way, when there was nothing TO live for!
She wasn't merely homeiy, she was stupid,
she had no talents, nothing to atone for her
| lack of beauty. People ridiculed her. Ridi-
| cule is harder to bear than anything else.
| The world was harsh and cruel She mated
every one, and most of all herself.
~ wonder if homely people 90 to heavenF
| she murmured.
That night Dick Vane csms up to Ferrers,
| in the office of the x hotel.
"Say, old man, where's Olmstead q said
he; al want to chaf him about that story
you told me-"
For heavens sake, hush your internal
tongue. Haven't you heardl Miss Barton
was in the summer house this afternoon
She heard everything we said, and"
"And whaT" asked Nane, thoroughly
shocked at the news.
"And some one saw her leave the sum
Ine- house and-aud walk toward the lake
And they have only just recovered her
dead body"
Ferrers' voice rose as he spoke; his fact
was CHASTITY in it's pallor. He paused {
moment, then cried, fiercely: damn you
is the denoUement tragic enough, now~