The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-29

IL would have been impossible TO discover
Vhat was his social standing. He Looked an
ar1st2crat every inch, hut he might be only
agentletnaaly, well-bred clerk, or even a
smart COMMERCIAL Traveller
With pleasant smile on his handsome
face be stood ON the edge OF the precipitous
bank OF soft stone which formed one side Of
the little dell. his keen eyes drinking in
every detail Of Saloms's loYeliuess, and her
aif-menly, half oInanly and, So far as he
was concerned, totally strange attire. And
she lay there unconscious OF his burning
gaze, her dark eyes upturned to the blue
skies, across which leecy clouds we're drift
ing, her rare face shining among the wavy,
luXurlant fern fronds like a huge flower.
He cougbed lightly. She sprang 10 a sit
ting position, and casting her eyes about
saw the strange man. She was on her feet
in moment and had gripped her basket
and can as il preparing 20 fly, while her
face, lately pink, had grown the color Of a
pQppy.
DO not run away" be cried, earnestly,
II want 10 0peat TO you"
Il bad no Intention Of running, sir" she
answered, gaining courage from the way in
which he spoke. Il was startled, that was
all. What do you want" she asked as she
lifted her eyes to his own aud remarked to
herself how handsome he was.
II took a wrong path in the wood and
got lost. When | saw you resting there
could not heip looking at you, you looked SO
exceedingly beautiful
III that's all you want me for ] may as
well go, sir" she said, trying to look grave,
but the mtschieYous twinkle in her dark
orDs betrayed her.
well, l thought you might forgive me
for asking the road to Ihorrell Moor"
Certainly. Fellow the path which runs
along the hrookside and you will soon come
70 the hign road which runs to Thorrall
Moor"
She Turned away again and once more his
voice stopped her.
Don't 60 yeti beg of you. l should
like to speak further with you. Believe
me have no desire to be impertinent or to
lrespass upon your good nature"
She paused irresolute whether to state or
&c. There was something winning both IN
his manner and words, and although she
knew that, according TO all the commonly
accepted notions Of what was maidenly and
becoming, she ought TO have gone, she some
how desired to stay.
II cannot stay more than a minute" she
replied, pleasantly. My companions may
shout or return for me any moment"
Are you what they call a pit brow girl,
or are you only disappearing es Oner
II am pit brow girl, and | work at that
pit you can see through the trees"
J
'Some call me the White Gipsy; others
call me Sal; ard fe W call me Salome :" sh 9
said with a mischievous sparkle in her greet
eyes.
1.-THE White Gipsyg" he echoed. What
a singular name. But WON'T you tell me
your real namep
~ will. on one condition" Salome cried,
with ripple OF uncomfortable laughter.
"Nsme the condition"
GtHall
10, that's all right" he responded mer-
rily; my name is Wilfrid CunlifFe. and
live in Liverpool. Now let me have your
name and address. please"
I'D rather not, sir"
Honor bright. You promised, you
know. Do not break your word"
"Well, my name ls Salome Birmingham"
"And you live"
''In Sponsors lana, Marsh Green"
THANK you. One SO lovely as you are
must be engaged, l am sure"
You said you would not be impertinent,
sir.n
~ am not inper;inent. have q right to
ask that question"
"Youl Why2 Howw And the laugh
ter of the girl rang out musical and clear.
Because, Saiome, l love you already"
''Nonsenser
''Quite true"
MI.-Suutiue, thlnh you salu-you
must have very poor opinion of country
lasse3-oi pit brow lSsses espe oially.n
On the contrary, l think an immense
deal of country and pit brow lssses-one
especially, Miss Birmingham. isn't it!'
"Yes-but l must be going"
But you haven't told NE whether you
are engaged or NOT. Do tell me-"
There Yves serious undertoue in his light
bautering voice which did not escape her
notice, and that perhaps induced her TO say
al ought not to tell you'll ought to have
run away at first, il III
Had been an ordinary girl. l am glad
you are not that. Your staying shows me
that am not offensive in your sight, Miss
Birmingham"
81 was going to say that sensible girl
with proper sense of decency would have
been ashamed TO have sta,d here laughing
with and talking to a perfect stranger" she
reioined, smilinRly.
II don't mean that we shall be strangers
long if can help it-that is, supposing you
are not already engaged to some one"
II am not engaged" she said quickly, the
spirit of mischief rather than any feeling
Of coquetry urging her on.
You have q sweetheart, | daresavfn
Half Il dozen-in fact, ! couldn't count
them All-bus NOT one would walk O stride
with. Now, Mr.. Cunlltfe, | am OFF. Good
morning.
With that she ran lightly through the tell
bracken, paying no heed TO his cries asking
her to stop. she could hear Der companions
close by. and she was gled that they had
not caught her fitting With the stranger.
Onceonly did she pause and turn round.
Then she saw that tho hand 5ome geutle-
man Was stardiDg whore she had left him,
his eyes i'll following her, aud peculiar
rsUt look upon his face
She waved her rand TO him with pleased
lR0gn, and he answered by throwing her a
kiss. Then she bounded away again, and
was soon at Neil Cronpton'S side.
TO BE CONTINUED.