The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-26
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profound bewilderment. whats 1t max,
any difference for who's little CELL she isl'
Dom drew him on one side aud whispered
in his ear, aud Potter fell back with a lool
/ of Mortified amazement.
Master George, ;" he said, ''this is a prov.
idence. That's what 1t is. It's a prov.
idence. II it hadn't ha' been for this nights
work l should have took my secret to the
| grave with me-"
'Tilds was mighty severe aud cold at the
sight of Master George, and had evidently a
rod In pickle for Sam.
"What do three great hulking msn want
| TO come trapesinR into a decent house this
time of night for askin' FOOLS questions No,
she never was Hetheridge's daughter. She
was Bob Martins little girl I've known
that these twenty years.
To her utter and complete amazement
George Redwood threw bis arms about her
and kissed her half q dozen times. She
broke away scandalized, but Sam waved his
hat and shouted "hooray" In a tear-broken
voice.
You're all mad together" exclaimed the
outraged Tilds.
Mad" said George. "You're righs about
me for one. Mrs. Potter. I'm mad with
JOY"
And he made for her again, but this time
she was on her guard and defended herself
with splendid vigor and adroitness whilst
Sam blubbered and guffawed by turns in
| abject surrender TO his own emotions
Good night, Mrs. Potter, and God bless
you," said Redwood. "You and sam be-
tween you have made me the happiest man
in England. Come on, Sam, wen go and
| rout out the parson.
"No," cried 'Tilda "Not a step out Of
this house does he take this night. You've
been drinkiu', Sam"
"Cold tea, Tilda, !" Sam responded. Moth
Ing more"
"Come along. SAM" called George.
"We'n see Farrell, and then we'll come
| back here and make night Of 1t. Eh, Mrs.
| Portern
But Sam stood rooted under wifely au-
| thority, and 'Tilda with scant ceremony
bundled her visitors from the house. For
| the space of u quarter of an hour thereafter
Sam said at Intervals OF few seconds, with
| face aud voice of meek expostulation,
Now will you let me get a word in edge
wise. 'Tilda@ and 'Tilda, without taking the
| slightest notice in the world of this reiter-
| ated appeal clacked continuation against
male humanity in general, and Sam in par
! ticular.
You'd give both ears to hear it," Sam
said AT last, when she had sunk In tears and
| handkerchief on the sofa ''only you won't
let cove get word In edgewise. It's the
most egstrawnary that ever happened, ;" and
| with that he poured into her ear the story.
'Tilda had grown to be little bit of a
shrew and a little bit of tyrant, and 'Tilda
| had inherited, he respectable fortune of the
maiden aunt, Miss Thorns; but 'Tilda was a
woman after all, aud had always Kept a
| warm and tender corner in her heart for
| Bob Martins little girl
When Dom and George came back again.
as they did in half an hour from the time of
| their departure, she kissed the young lover
| with a motherly heartiness, and blushed
very prettily afterward.
I've carried her in my arms, MIR. Red
wood" she said, sobbing, land l thought
you treated her most cruel. l couldn't bear
the sight of you. IL you'll excuse my saying
| SO, but now l understand"
"Geurge Red wood" cried Dom, with on
accent more broadly foreign than any one
| had heard him use for years Come and
help me to carry the bottles. 'Tnere is nc
such wine in the world. Or no,n he ex-
claimed, suddenly arresting himself" it will
spoil the good liquor TO move it. We will
60 up to my house and we will drink a
health together. Sam, you dog; you shall
have no more cold tea Tonight. Madam,
can find for you your shawll Permit that
l do myself the honour to offer you my
arm"
What walk it was along the frosty road
| with the laughing, excited voices ringing
on the crisp night air, and the bright stars
twinkling overhead How warm and cory
glowed the bachelor parlor OF Mon 8.
Dom, with its crimson shaded lamp and
cheerful hrel How the old conuoisseur
| gloried in his wine, and with what tender
friendly and emotional hearts they pledged
| the future
1t was midnight when Mrs. Potter,
| warmer at the core than she was won't to
be escorted the hilarious Sam homeward,
aud was scandalizsd by his determin alton
to dance hornpipe in the star-lit road
Sam went back to bis cold tea next morn
| ing, but at that hour a warmer vintage
than was ever culled from plant Of Cathy
| or India warmed the cookies of his soul.
George and Dom were awake throughout
| the night, and before the winter dawn was
gray the young fellow was at home again,
aud had sent the eAry-rising maid with q
message to his mother. He knelt beside her
bed In the darkened room, and held her
hand and moistened 1t with his tears whilst
he told the story. When all was told, he
stole away, and the widow rose and drew
on her peiRn oir with trembling hands, and
| tuttered into the room where Elllce lay
despairing and waiting for the dreary dawn
to usher in another hopeless day.
| Picture, who can, the radiant joy that il.
| INUNDATED the bleak darkness of the winter
morning. TO crash in stormy shipwrech
upon an Arctic coast, and wake to joy upon
a festal islel To be entombed alive and feeC
on gall aud NORWOOD, and to rise 20 find
the rich sun beaming on a newborn world
and all the fruits of Eden ready to the hand
THE end