The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-07
THE EYES OF THE WOLVES.
How a Wcman's " him Cost Her a
Brave Mans Love.
From the San Francisco AroonGut.

Brave Mans Love.
From the San Francisco AroonGut.
Two men and woman; great baronlai
room, furnished half in the English, half in
the Oriental style; wide, low divan, COW
cred with rich brocade and heaped with
many cushions; deer skins everywhere-on
the floor the furniture, the low, easy
chairs; buffet crowded with massive sill
yer; a huge stove of tiles and Dutch faience;
beside it a square table, covered with q
cloth, upon which SEAMS always the in
eviteble samovar, surrounded by trans
parent cups and crystal glasses In holders Of
metal filagree; the walls hung with drape-
ries of dark red velvet. faded pastels and
photographs, and fox hunt in oil.
One Of the men, wearing brown velvet
jacket and his feet in soft shoes, leans back
In deep easy chair reading a newspaper.
His hair has begun to whiten but his brows
are as black as mis- eyes, and his expression
Is one OF bored WEAKNESS. The other-a
young lieutenant in undress uniform, his
opened coat showing beneath 1t a crimson
Flk shirt-paced back and forth with step
regular and firm. He is tail and robust,
with blond hair and mustache, and frank
smile on his somewhat full lips.
The lady-young also, and fair and deli
cate, her golden hair coiled in loose knot
low on her neck-reolines on the divan,
lazlly smoking cigarette. She is in dark
blue, her waist clasped by a silver belt
studded with turquoise, her slim, white
wrist circled by a narrow band of plain,
dull gold. Her eyes, bold and laughing,
olate from time to time with those heeting
CLEANS aud shadows peculiar to the eyes of
tue feline race Indolent and languid in
repose, nervous and feverishly alive at the
slightest movement, she Is a singular mix
tuTe Of vivacity and Indifference, OF soft
ness and hardness, the scarlet curve of her
rose-red lips announcing clearly an indomi-
table will.
Out Of doors it is night of clear metallic
WhIteness, the boar frost tracing even the
wlndowpanes with fantastic flowers.
within, all is warm and snug-a balmy
atmosphere impregnated with tee-tumes,
tooacco, and that subtle odor Of tanned
skins, the perfume of Russian leather.
The silence Of the room for the mo-
ment is broken only by the rustic Of
the paper and the iieutenant's measured
Tread. Presently the lady yawns. rear
ranges ner cushions. and begins to sip
from frail Japanese cup the smoking
amber fluid. She is awake at last. The
lieutenant turns, a flame like a ray of sun
tignt In dark place in his brown eyes, and
throws himself at her feet She answers
the gay, caressing glance with coquettish
bell
=, Prince" she says suddenly, addressing
tne reader in the chair by the smoking sam
TTKvar, what are we going TO t'-morrow
VIZ" ma, are your plans for us, prince, tell USE"
10 beat the oak plantation, " he answers,
tossing aside his paper. 1.-THE wolves, the
peasants tell me, make nightly ravages
. mere. Two nights ago it was horse; yes
.erusy cow, killed so near daylight, too,
mat It's body was still warm when they
Aound II by the roadside"
We shall hunt, then~ said Nine. Nevar,
WIN sparkling eyes.
es, the dogs are in good shape, the
h bounus well trained, and they ask nothing
UeIter than to sharpen their teeth on the
wolves hides"
but 1t will freeze by tomorrow" the
ttSU og ot1cer objects, freeze hard, at that
'1e moon has haze around ii"
Ia ana what IL it does freezer asked the
giI With my habit. toque and seal
s,o,ee can face any weather. Don't for
1ue champagne, prince"
as you desire.n
IA,uother long silence.
c,s Ithe Noyar suddenly springs from her
hS' a.1 IONS. Throwing back her head with a
'N''lAe motion, her loosened hair lies half