The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-20
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that be would have retraced his steps al
once t. the library and flung mis- bombshel
at the feet of the lovers.
But amidst all this excitement at this Lest
turn Of fate, when all hope seemed gone. he
was not blind 10 his care in details. DE
knew that bombshells are dangerous thing,
to handle, that they may do as much dam
age TO the maker as to the person intended
to be injured.
In plain words, to betray Leo's secret to
his bride himself might implicate him
! Royal unpleasantlJ in the whole affair.
And even a suspicion Of completely might
serve to bring out the whole truth. To
convey the information in writing TO Nellie
was impossible-on account of her blind
ness. as was, alas, the idea TO trust it TO a
second person who might betray the in
former, or, at the least, indulge in curiosity
such as must be dangerous to him.
In this dilemma, fatal to the plans 80 lit
tie time was there to act, chance once more
aided him.
He had wandered round from the terrace
10 the front of the house.
This reverie was now broken in upon by
the sound of the voice OF one of the FOOT
men who was ordering off from the gate a
gypsy woman who was seeking admittance.
BE of with you, / tell you. We don't
want pack Of thieves and vagabonds hang
ing round here"
IL aren't a thief nor a vagabond, my good
sir only want to tell some Of the pretty
| ladies' fortunes
"Are you goingF' asked the good sir, !"
with all the pride Of his cookney accent, aud
his brand new livery.
The gypsy with a curse. went on her way
| Royal turned back once more along the
terrace, and moment later left the ball
| garden by the little gate by which Madge
| had entered the day before.
Hastily passing down the lane he met the
| OVnSV and HFa wing her into tho ahRdnmo s,f
| a clump of trees out of sight of the house,
| the two had short but decisive talk to-
Rether, after which the gypsy went back to
her post at the front gate, while Royal re-
entered the hall as he had left it, muttering
60 himself, YES, you shall tell a pretty lady
pretty fortune, and that before she is bound
to her lover-till death do them part"
Meanwhile the hall was alive with tn a
active preparations for a general exodus to
the church.
The scene was gay one, for the party as
senbled was OF no mean order, and rich
| dresses and costly jewels and flowers were
the order the day.
So we'll did Sir Lawrence Huntingford
fulfill his office as host, that everything
promised TO go off capitally.
Mr.. Sly's was perhaps the only discon-
tented spirit in the whole throng, for in re-
venge for the indifference at breAkfast Of
her handsome cavalier Of the night before
Miss Lucy had snubbed him so ocushingly
that he bad not had the heart to spend more
than an hour on his long to
toilet, and had even abstained from putting
the browning point upon it, a rare and curl
Gus orchid, for which he had paid a large
sum, and which in his button. hole, he had
| dreamed must cause him to be the most re-
marked man present.
He felt that a rare flower which he would
gladly have worn at his heart was not for
| him, and SO he let his button-hole and his
| whole soul mourn in emptiness
The wedding ceremony to which he had
| looked forward with SO much anticipated
| pleasure, on account of the many and sig
| nIhoant Glances he would fire into Miss
Iucy's saucy Drown eyes. might have been
now, that for the burial Of the dead, with
him as chief actor. This thought reduced
him to such low state. that he actually
| allowed his neck to assume its proper
| length, formerly elongated by about an
inch and half, by SO doing, crumpling be-
yond all recognition as a wall of CLASSY
snow the collar which he had hitherto ems
| dured 30 resolutely.
Had he been able to have seen Miss Lucy
as she stood at her glass, and heard the ex-
| ceedinRly strange compliment she addressed
| TO the dainty little person who faced her in
! the most raviShing oostume-of liberty
| green, with the most bewitchInR of touches
Of colour in the shape of exquisite pale
| pun ROoCSN u hhOe az uoi WaIsb bDu tlFOdB.
| a whole burden t1mbling all over the
! broad brimmed hat, which seemed to make
| every inch Of her head a perfect man trap,
the back a saucy taunt as 60 what the front
view must be, and q great ribbon-be-
trailed posy almost too big for her tiny
little hands to grasp, these objects of Mr.
| Sly's alteration by the by clad in dainty
suede. in company with what the gentle-
man most daringly called himself "her dear
little feet, had. say, Dir. Sly seen and
heard what happened then, he would
| have been less rash in ami
| hilating his cherished collar, and have
| deemed a flower a hundred times more
precious and rare than the one he had dis
| carded in despair, not mai q propos to the
| occasion What Miss Lucy said to that
very enchanting sister Of hers was: "Y es,
you look very pretty, dear; but you must
keep your best looks for the day you are TO
be made Mrs. Philip Slyl"
And then with the coolest unconcern pos
sible she bent and kissed the sister in the
glass. exactly on the spot to which Mr.. Sly
had most often felt with terror his lips most
attracted-her pretty dimpled mouth
Even all the servants, save those busy
with the last preparations for the breakfast
had left the house, eager TO see the last OF
Miss Nellie. who, blind and dependent as
she was, had won every heart in the house,
hold to her.
The baronet went slowly up the broad
stairs to his child's room. His exertlons
had not been without their effect
upon him. 1t was rarely he was
SO active or for such a long time
took no rest, and as his task grew to
an end he felt the pain in his crippled limbs
growing almost more than be could bear.
OF course, it was very vain and very
silly. But then girls are such very queer
creatures-so much so that before the day
was over. Mr.. Sly fond himself in the
most unexpected and delightful way posi-
bic, lifted from the depths of despair to the
highest possible nights of bliss, an ascension
which led to an inestimable number OF
kisses being planted, not by sister, unless,
indeed, girls can assume at will golden
mustaches, upon that same pretty mouth.
The guests had all left the hall, the
bridesmaids, a perfect bevy Of liberty
beauties, with Miss Lucy at their head,
resplendent in their costumes, trying hard
to look as il they were not eager for the
part of the ceremony TO be over that kept
them from their proper male support. Leo
followed quickly, after a firm clasp OF his
future fathers hand, pale but quite com
posed. the sense of his innocence strong "a
unknown within him, and only Sir Law
renee and the bride remRinad hahind