The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-07-09


did nothing bat Jest
HAS anyone ever boou over there % the
south cuu OF the grounds Mary asked.
lncersoil shook his head d0uhtnEIy.
I'll hear they arc thinking OF sending for
+ Stanley he said. They want 20 know IL
/ ne Wouldn' Q be willing TO penetrate them.
AhtA got endless amusement from the
/ people. Mary could tell whenever she
/ net any one who was on his first day"
/ lhey dld the Midway PlaisanCe that day.
Inc four ends of earth seemed 10 have
/ been swept together and dumped here.
/ III was wonderful. It swept down little
| patriotic distinctions and all narrow
| thoughts of locality. These men from
/ the Soudau, these mighty women from
/ Dahomey these dancers from Asia Minor
! these Sallow men from the spice-p erfumed
/ isle of Java, these Eskimo women who
/ held their babies close in their arms
| these dreamy eyed Bedouins, these Ian
| guld Turks-were they not all the same2
| 10 live, TO love, to laugh, to hope, to
| weep, to die-what differencel IT'S the
/ same from Martinique to Madagascar
/ Someway, Mary had never thought of
| that before. The world was getting very
/ large to her
! And it was the last day!
! That night she stayed on the grounds,
! instead of leaving at 6 O'clock as she had
| previously done. She wanted to see the
/ great basin lit by electricity Ingersoll
invited her to supper, and they ate to-
| gether in the Polish restaurant though
| since they had an Irish stew, they might
| as well have eaten anywhere else. But
! they didn't much notice what they ate.
| The light was not yet quite out of the
| sky, when 100, 900 persons stood together
| IN silence around the still lagoon that
! runs from the Administration Building
waiting waiting for a thing so much a
part and parcel of this century that
! never can the one be spoken of in ages to
come and be disassociated from the other
| The sky was a cold blue Against il the
exquisite building with dome, and slop-
4 ing lines, and statue and tower, outlined
| themselves clearly and delicately. Be
yond the peristyle the blue lake cleaned,
and in the east there hung a star. The
| great white mountain poured its musical
streams of water down the cleaning
/ steps The gOndolaS drifted back and
forth noiselessly on the lagoon. Schu-
| bert's ''Serenade," of all things in the
world, came softly down through the
space, throbbing with passion.
| Suddenly there was a transformation.
From white dome and peristyle, from col
onnade and waters edge, from pillar and
freize, cleaned out in one startling second
| innumerable points of fire, bright as gold,
piercing in their intensity.
1t was the climax This was the best
the century had done. This magic thing,
born in the clouds. harnessed, tanned,
trained subjugated, made mans best mes
seuger, his illuminator, his intelligencer,
his motive power lectricity-the mate
rial triumph of the agel
Whittier than ever looked the buildings,
colder and bluer than ever the arching
! Sky, And like a million near familiar
stars cleaned the incandescent lights,
and from the heart of the lagoon poured
the waters, lit with fire and tinted like
| the rainbow
If it had been any other time it might
| not have meant so much to the two peo-
pie who stood there among the throng in
| silence Watchingit. But as it waS-well as
it was the beauty and the thrObbing sere-
/ made, and the marvel Oft all, and the sub
| tie, thrilling magnetism of thegreat crowd
brought about an emotion no more to be
| restrained than the falling of the green
| waters over the Niagara. IngerSoll stood
beside the chair and dropped hand on
that of Mary. She did not look up. She
had known he was going to do it.
Chow long could you be patient" he
said, softly, "a year?"
"a thousand years"
1t was hard that there should have
been a hundred thousand present
Though, come to think of it, one spectator
would have been just as bad.
Il won't mind the old curmudgeon,n
she said. She meant the man she worked
for.
'Tll write every day." he said He in
stinctly offered a compensation.
The people on the great porches of the
Administration Building were shouting
their applause of the scene below. The
torches famed around them and made
them look like brownies, as they threw
up their arms and waved their hats. In
gersoll and Mary watched them with
their hands clasped tight.
eth take me year to finish college"
he said you know what l told you
about my prospects. Think Pm a very
fortunate fellow"
He wasn't in comparison with a good
many men. But it's all in the point of
view. Good fortune is merely a matter
of opinion.
Later on he wheeled the chair toward
the gates. The crowd poured along
| toward the Illinois Central train. Inger-
soil said some wonderful things then.
Mary wondered how mere words could
seem so beautiful. He felt himself
thrilled by his own eloquence. 1t gave
him courage to think he might become
great man when he got in the pulpit.
What he was really saying was: II love
you.n When the sky is blue enough, and
the summer wind blows, and the night is
present-these words may come to seem
like the lyric Of the greatestpoet.
81 suppose you found the fair very
edUcationall" said Mrs. Van Doosen, wife
of the local ieweler, at the dinner table,
when Mary had got back to the boarding.
house Mary's red brown eyes swan sud
denly with a sort of mist.
eyes, I did," she said softly.
She waited for Mary to say something
more. But Mary had nothing more to
say.
aWhat stupid little thing" thought
81 II E. -.
do people of that sort to go to the fair?"
LEMON ELIXIR.