The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-25
HER MATRIMONIAL PLOT.
From the Boston Globe


We were sitting on the stairs at Mrs
crush at the Champion mansion, and Kitty
and had made our way out of the whirl-
ing vortex of dancers at imminent risk Of
life and limb, and had gladly sought this
last refuge.
Every other corner, every room, every
niche seemed OVERLOOKING with gayly
dressed people in groups, but more often In
parts, laughing, chatting, flirting.
And sitting here, just behind the marble
statue Of Psyche. / had accused Kitty
hathaway of being fiirt.
Well, it looked like it, l must confess, for
she was always surrounded by an admir-
ing group, upon whom the lsvished i'm
partial sweetness. looking all the time 80
demure aud innocent as to almost deceive
me.
l, Alan Gordon, aged 25, had never been
in love in my life. IL 1 were one of the
crowd Of cavaliers, who knelt at sweet
Kitty Hathawsy's feet. it was only because
she was so altogether bewitching that /
had no choice in the matter. Tonight
her hirtations had exceeded their usual
limit.
Miss Kitty"-I assumed my most magis-
terial expression-"don' you know that it
is wrong to flirtr
rs it~ with a swift glance, quickly with
drawn "Who-who flirts? D, yes, know.
You are referring TO Annie Merton. / must
confess she does, or rather tries to flirt sue
cessfully, but l don't believe she under
stands the art"
Annie Merton, Eindeed" / felt myself
getting indignant. IAN old maid of 40, at
least. You know perfectly v ell that am
referring to a certain brown-eyed maiden
surnamed Hathaway. Miss Kitty, it is a
shame for you 20 break all these loving
hearts,"
Nonsense. You men have no hearts to
break. Your hearts are petrified, ossified,
fossilized and all the rest Of it. You do not
know what it is to love woman truly
steadfastly"
"Kitty, stop! Yol are wrong, and you
know it. You know that am not foolish,
flirting fellow. You know-or you ought
to know-that love"
Miss Kitty! l beg 10000 pardons Cor
don. but this is my dance. The Manola.
Miss Kitty; and you promised il to me-"
felt like annihilating the tall young man
who had made his way with difficulty to
our secluded corner. But there was no
hope; she must go.
/ fancied a regretful look in the lovely
brown eyes as she turned to me and depos-
tied Der bououet-a magnificent collection
Of orchds-in my hand.
keep it until l RETURN" she whispered.
IF survive this waltz will be back here,
so don't 60 away"
And then something else occurred to me
also-somethinR that came crushing down
upon me with sudden force, nearly depriv-
ing me Of my senses.
awoke all at once TO the fact that Iloved
her-I, Alan Gordon, who had long looked
upon love and marriage as a remote CON
Dh ~
me some time, but not now. o, moi
| was my own master; fortune OF half q
million had fallen to me year ago aud
was quite alone in the world save for my
mother.
While sat there with Kitty's orchids In
my hand. my eyes dreamily watching the
floating white-robe hgure-she was all in
white, fieecy, gauzy, diaph anous material
striped with silver threads-and occasionally
intercepting a sly glance from the merry
brown eyes from over her partners
shoulder, Mrs CHAMPION, with her daughter
Clara in tow, made her way with difficulty
to my side.
Dear me. Alan, what place TO sit, to
be surer'
aud always addressed me by NV given
name. "You have not met Clara since her
return from school. My dear :" with a swift
glance into Miss Clara's face, "this is your
old schoolmate and playfellow, Alan COR
don. You are five years her senior, Alan.
Now l sm going to leave YOU two TO renew
old friendship while l go to Mrs. Marcy
yonder. l declare the old lady is looking
faint and imp
A slender, painfully slender, young lady
was Miss Clara Champion, with pale blue
eyes and pale yellow hair and an air OF
languor.
"Just see Kitty Hathaway" calculated
that young lady; how oYerdressed che is,