The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-10

Two little girls. Here were many other
stalls full Of articles that no one ever could
possibly require. Here, last but not least,
was the little cigar divan, whose chief pre-
siding goddess was Edith Brunton; and
mere was Edith in the midst of ner enjoy
ment and her triumph. All day the divan
mad been thronged with customers, and she
had chatted and laughed with them to her
own AID their hearts content. But now
now, she had ears and eyes for
none save one. Now might the gay youths
VINO stood round her counter draw of
| III despair A goOd-looking young man.
| dressed quietly but stylishlY, had lust pur-
| chased from her the daintiest OF cigarette
cases, embroidered with lorget-me-nots by
her own hand and filled with the choicest Of
"khedives." He had given her a Is note in
payment and declined any change; and she,
IN tiutter of joy and triumph over her
last and longe1-for Conquest, was saying in
! soft tones, with the dark eyelashes showing
on to full advantages: If you pay so hand
somely, Lord Peterscourt, you must let me
| work your monogram or initials or some
thing on It. l would try to do it very
nicely"
The day wore on and the goods went off.
| In the slack intervals of business fair STALL
holders fled over 10 each other aud compared
their "takings." Dear Flossie ran over to
dear Edith to ask what the Iatter's receipts
| amounted to, and it turning out that dear
Edith's takings amounted to a good many
pounds more than dearest Flossie's, dearest
tlossle was protuse in her loving congratu-
latlons; went back to her stall in bitter
ire. and was rude to old DIR. Simpson when
ne asked the price of small, cheap plantin
a pot.
The day wore on and the goods went off.
Inc three Miss Simpsons get rather tired
we're little short with their hungry Gus
tomers-and were downright hard on the
| Two curates who we're helping them, and
who had almost paralyzed their right arms
cutting great deal more bread-and- butter
than was wanted. And as the day wore
| on and the goods went of feeling became
rife i'll the bosoms of several fair shop
keepers that Edith Brunton was al odlous
girl that she had set her odious trap to catch
that sweet. delight full, handsome Earl of
Peterscourt! and, oh, GROWING guilt and
shame-that she had succeeded In which
latter opinion, Miss Edith, with a bright,
hard, triumphant glance round at them all.
and smile that 1t maddened them to see
and TO have to return, fully coincided.
mo, Beatrice. 1t is no use asking me to
go TO bed. l must SIT up till dear Edith's
return. l want to hear all about the bazar
and how the dear child enjoyed herself"
Thus had Mrs. Brunton answered all her
| elder daughters entreatIes that she would
retire, and thus she continued to answer.
though her bedtime was long past. From
| time to time she fell asleep on her sofa. and
each time, on waking, she was cFosser-not
with the absent Edith, the cause of her ia
tigne, but with the good, gentle Beatrice,
VINO had been her companion ell day, as
usual, aad for whom a visit to the CAV scene
IN the rectory grounds had not been dreamed
Of
At last Edith was heard outside SAYING
Goodnight TO party of neighbors, and in
another moment she had floated, all smiles
and hushes and excitement, into the draw
ing room.
'What! You two still up9 Goodness gra-
cious, Beattie why didn't mamma 90 to
bed at her usual hours"
II wanted TO see you, darling, on your re-
turn" said the mother, all her crossness and
sleepiness vanished. Tell me all about it.
Edith"
Edith tossed off her great plumed hat,
and tluttered up and down in front of the
mirror, reviewing her charming self and
her lovely dress
And now for your congratulation, ;" she
cried, turning to her mother and sister.
"All has gone off brilliantly. I've taken
almost double what any of the other stall
holders have. They're all Jealous, and
they hate me so, the dear things And
I've had the most glorious day that ever
was"
"Aud-the earl-was thereq' questioned
Mrs Brunton.
Her daughter laughed gayly. eyes. in
deed And / shouldn't have said had had
a glorious day if hadn't taken him captive,
bound hand and foot, helpless, and at my
mercy"
Edith demonstrated the admiring
mother. Beatrice went on reading, and did
not seem much interested in the account of
the DAYS triumph
Mother, it's all true I've succeeded bs-
yond my hopes. I've sent an arrow straight
into his lordship's heart. He came-he saw
-DutI conquered"
She sat down by her mothers sofa.
Her mood was the gayest, and. for once,
she seemed inclined to leave Beatrice in
peace
81 don't wonder he admired you, child :"
said the widow, SHOCKING at the brilliant
cheeks and eyes OF her lovely daughter.
Its something more than admiration"
said the young lady, noddi wisely. III
can see that Lord Peterscourt is not a firt
like Frank Lyndon OF Capt. Hansard, and
| when he seems as much interested in girl
as he was in me from the moment he was
introduced, something is pretty sure to
come Of 1t. Mamma, we were quite like old
friends before we parted. That stupid Lady
Adamson had made him promise to dine
| with them, and carried him off al
most by force-I know he hated
going! But, as | said, we were like old
friends. | found myself telling him all
about nv atfairs-that l had an invalid
mother and a sister a great many years
older than myself and how long we had
lived at Upstead and all about us-and
there was he listening and leaning on my
counter. and all the girls mad with jeal-
| ousy. When | asked him how long he
meant to stay at Peterscourt he said, in a
dreamy voice: II only came for few
days. but shall stay longer than that now
And, o. mamma. he's coming to call to-
morrow"
Tomorrow So soon!" exclaimed the
mother.
YES He'll come of course, just about
the time for afternoon tea. Ny programme
is this: You. mamma, on your sofa (he
knows you are an invalid) in your best
dress and cap-the pink-and-Eold tea set on
the gypsy table-Beattie in lavendar CASH
mere pouring out the tea-me in one of my
white muslin tea gowns, with she blue let
In under the lace insertion, seated grace
fully on that sofa by the window, with a
dainty piece of work or a book. That is
what he is to see when he is shown in. He
will bring his tea and sit by me on the sofa,
aud we shall keep up the conversation
| chiefly. You and Beattie can Join
in from time to time just to support me,
you know. And before he goes, mamma,
you'll find an opportunity to invite him at
an early date. Beattie, you jealous thing,
J don't pretend you're absorbed in that book;
why don't you loak up and take some inter-
est in the days triumph? Though you're
mast all this yourself you might have some