The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-07-11
REVENGE IS SWEET.
A Seashore Idyl of the Pleasant Sum
mer Time.
From Black and White.

Mrs. ChallOner (sLnlunRl-NOs MTS. CnaI-
loner.
Mr.. Durrant-Then you did marry him'
Mrs. Challoner-Of course. / told you l
was going to five years ago.
MIR. Durrant-That gave me no ground
for surprising you would. You also told
me you would marry me, and
Mrs. Challoner-Shal we sit downl
Mr.. Durrant (coldly)-Here is a seat.
Mrs. Challoner-O, but sit by me. IL will
be quite like old days.
Mr.. Durrant-Not quite.
Mrs. Challoner (pathetioally)-Are you
going to be horrid? And / was so pleased
to see youl
Mr.. Durrant tsoftening) Come, now, Mrs.
Challoner, you know you've never given
me a thought since that day.
Mrs Challoner-How unjustl That
awful dayl How l cried when you left mel
But, tell me, am much changedl
Mr.. Durrant-Just what you always were.
Mrs ChalIoner-Y ou're being horrid
again. mean in appearance.
Mr.. Durrant-O, appearance was always
your strong point.
Mrs. Challoner in a low voice)-I wish
you would be friends. / have been so un-
hsppy about-about it, you know. And
vet Il was inevitable. You must admit it
was.
Mr.. Durrant-I have a very neat 'ex,
pressed letter from you, proving that IL
was.
Mrs. Challoner-You still have the let
| teri
Mr.. Durrant-I don't ses up to be less of a
fool than other people.
Mrs. Observation-Disclosures you said, you
always did nice things.
Mr.. Durrant-Then we were perfect
contrast.
Mrs. Challoner-You are very hard on
me- Won't you let bygones be bygonesl
Mr.. Durrant-With all my heart.
Mrs Challoner-Ws will just remember
that we were friends, nothing else. Are
you staying long hersa
Mr., Durrant-Some days.
Mrs. Collaboration we'll see a lot Of
one another, Mr., Durrant9
Mr.. Durrant-Yes, Mrs. Challoner.
Mrs Chelloner-I suppose you have de-
stroyed everything except that letter. The
photographs, mean, and-the lock Of hair.
Mr.. DurFant-O, no; they're with the
others. ev
Mrs. Challoner-The othersi
Mr.. Durrant--MY heart has been broken
more than once, you knowl
Mrs. Challoner-O, but please say mine
was the worst break.
Mr.. Durrant-I really believe Ii was.
Mrs. Challoner-And Its never quite
mendedi
Mrs. Chelloner-That's charming of you.
But it makes me feel very penItent. How
foolish we were!
Mr.. Durrant-It's never polite to CONTRA
dot, and In this case its not polite to agree.
So I'll hold my tongue.
Mrs. Challoner Cooking over the SEAL
And yet how happy we were. All, IL those
days could come againl
Mr.. Durrant-You'd treat me Just the
same.
Mrs. Challoner (earnesty)-No, indeed
no. / may speak lightly, but l do see now
that nothing Is any use-nothing-except
in low voice. love.
Mr.. misunderstanding always comes
too late, doesn't it,
Mrs Chnlloner (sighfng)-Ah, too late.
And yet
Mr. Durrant Csmiling)-Finish the sem
tence, Mrs. Challoner.
Mrs Challoner (blushing)-No, can't "a
pause eDsues.
Mr.. Durrant-Is your husband here with
youl
Mrs. Challoner-My husbandl Why, no.
Mr.. Durrant-Going to join youi
Mr.. Challoner euppressing suile)-My
husband has been dead three years, l am
sorry to say. 81
Mr.. Durrant mot suppressing a smile)-
o, beg your pardon! l must offer my
condolences.
Mrs. Challoner-Thank you. II was a
great shock, but
Mr.. Durrant (oheerfully) Time works
wonders, doesn't its
Mrs. Challoner--He would not have wished
me to mourn too long.
Mr.. Durrant-Huml l shouldn't mind
how long my wife mourned.
Mrs. Challoner-Im sure you wouldn't be
SO selfish as that, reaily.
Mr.. Durrant-If you come to "really,"I
kro vi
it. l can't think providence is so cruel.
Imagine Mr.. Challonsr's feelings il you
Mrs. Challoner-Mr. Durranti But, you
see, was only % when was left a widow.
Mr.. Durrant-O, you're quite right.
Let bygones be bygones, as you said just
now. . ans
Mrs. Challoner-Now you can understand
old face attracts me.
Mr.. Durrant-Upon my word, you over
whelm ms, Mrs. Challoner. 1t has been a
delightful meeting.
Mira Challoner-The first of many, hope.
Il makes me feel as If all that had come be-
tween were just bad dream.
MIR. Durrant-O, Isay, that's rather rough
Oh
Mrs. Challoner (smilingl-For shameI
You know l meant -ourr-our-well, the
wretched misunderstanding. feel as IL all
that were bad dream, and you and were
exactly as we used to be, o, no, don't
mean that. You mustn't laugh.
Mr. Durrant-Is was a smile of hypothet-
ical ecstacy.
Mrs. Challoner (olushing-I don't quite
understand.
Mr.. Durrant-An ecstacy that might
exist, but
Mrs. Challoner Cooking at the sea)-Yes!
Mr.. Durranb-But DOESN'T
Mrs. Challoner (dresmily)-Are those
hard hearted people right who tell as that
the past is irrevocablea
Mr.. Durrant-Well, that depends on a
lot Of things.
Mrs. Challoner turning to him)-Mr.
Durrant, for years have been waiting to
to beg your pardon-to tell you how
despised myself, and to ask you if there was
any atonement that-Ahl you mustn't
laugh, or l can't 20 on.
Mr.. Durrant-It was the bitter smile of
despair.
Mrs. Challoner (softlyl-Despair Why
should you despair Now l might despair
II ever being forgiven.
MIR. Durrant-My dear Mrs. Challonsr, /
forgive you with all my heart.