The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-05-21

you LOOK such mere lad. -
Alfred Boyd furrowed his brow and
wrinkled his forehead. Alas! they would
not remain so; and then the happy inspi-
ratlon-he always regarded it as such
entered the head of his better half that
he should bleach his hair snow white To
that one act he rendered all his gratitude.
IL mas been the making of him Hair as
colorless as the snowflake aged him He
could not be young or his head would not
have assumed the provocative of the old
White it was by choice at first, white
from necessity it remained afterward
At first but for it he would have been
young and insignificant looking still His
short and spare form did not carry weight
with it despite the air of consequence he
tried to infuse into hisactive walk-an at
tempt which some ofhis foes-and he had
a few-dubbed him privately Bantam for
Some men short in stature contain within
them souls large and brave as lions. Not
80 DR.. Boyd. He was narrow minded
spiteful
Strange that the dog cart does not re-
turn. | hope Whiffins has not been stop
ping at the Dog and Partridge at lirkham
again. If he has I'll dismiss him accord
ing to my word. Halloa, what's up! A
second telegram boy BY George, that's
strange, or is it the same lad returning to
Henstock's2 Two in one day Whew 7"
His cogitations ended in whistle which
was brought to an abrupt conclusion by
the messenger in question stopping sud
denly before him.
This au Boyd's shop, amt it, Tele-
grayf for him. TAX it, will yer, Young
un, and see eff there's ony answer
DIR. Boyd seized the envelope sharply,
twigged at the boys ears till they were
as red as raw beef, pithily exclaiming,
BE polite to your betters next time you
see them, and learn to discriminate be-
tween tirst-class surgery and q shop"
"Eh, moi, are you the doctor! You just
air little 'un. You mOight a pinched
some 'un else besides a poor telegraph boy
whose had to walk all the way from Lirk-
ham alone. Just as if Bill Wray need a
bin sent off by hisself fust. Two in, one
day. and both so close together"
lie edged farther away and cOntrived
to keep respectable distance from DR.
Boyd Lucky for him that that individ-
ual was far too engrossed in the contents
of his message to hear single word of
the grumbling peroration. Reading it
twice and mumbling audibly the doctor
turned and ran up the steps
Hi, stop there, you amt a paid port
erage. There a shilling to stump up.
You need not come down. Chuck it, and
I'll be orr"
Somewhat singular to relate, DIR. Boyd
obeyed the behest, and then pursued his
way inward. The drawing room door
was open; voices issued from it. Alfred
Boyd made straight that way, He
paused a moment to wipe his hot brow.
His wifes tongue was busy She spoke
ENORMOUSLY. Let me hear no more of
such absurd notions, Clara. If your
father caught word to the effect that
Mark, from whom he expects such great
things, had even got his name mixed up
with Nelly Henstock there would be end
less war in the house. l am not saying
anything against Nelly. She is nice
enough girl in her way, though no favor
lite with the doctor. Besides, Mark can
look so very much higher"
Il thought Nelly would have money.
She -"
Sarah, . burst in DR. Boyd, irritably,
his appearance causing CONSERVATION to
all his hearers, take and read that
fiinging the telegram at her You'll see
how your Onsbehaves. / always told you
YOU would be the ruin of him, and you
will"
An unjust, mean accusation; seeing
that if any one had ruined Mark by over
indulgence it was he himself, and not his
wife. Mrs Boyd, who was lying ON the
sofa (she was great invalid). made no
reioinder. Her husbands attacks were
of incessant occurrence. She had learned
to generally bear them meekly, though
they, and perhaps i'll health combined,
had rendered her querulOus in tone. She
made a weak but futile grab at the
flying paper. Bessie, the oldest of the
seven Miss BoydS, and the only unmarried
one, save Clara, the youngest, managed
to catch it. She was reproduction of
her father in looks-small and waspish
both in form and feature But her nose
was red at the tip, which his was not, and
instead of white hair her head was COW
cred with a bright, brick red, cut short,
and waved and frizzed like boys.
''What is the matter with Mark, now?"
queried Mrs. Boyd, anXiously.
Now, madam! You may well add that
word, =" exclaimed the doctor, in sharp IT.
ritation He is always up to something.
Money melts like water in his hands, and
he makes foot balls of Us, saying he is
coming, and he is not coming, just when
he chooses. He shan't come when he
wants That's what's the matter now"
Mrs Boyd began to cry. What be-
tween abuse and suspense, she felt she
was badly used. She made an attempt to
rise. Clara went to her assistance-but
she 'relinquished it apd fell back again.
.'Ahl turn the water butts on: that's
ali YOU are good for" growled the snappy
doctor, venting the whole Of his temper
and disappointment on the unhappy
woman whom he had made his wife. "
do shut up, pa" exclaimed Bessie,
quite as waspishly as he could have
spoken. what shame it is, Mark is
not coming again. There, l said he would
not"
Mark not-cOming tonight" reiter-
ated Mrs Boyd in mild establishment,
dropping her handkerchief and looking
up questioningly
Il told you he was not coming" ex-
claimed the doctor, staring at her with
his little red eyes.
mo, Alfred, YOU did not mention it,"
demonstrated Mrs Boyd meekly "Why
is he deferring his visit again! O! l am
disappointed
disappointed, of course you are, or
YOU would not have cried. / s'pose. You
are not the only person who IS upset by
your sons yaQaries. Don't look at me
with that hang-dOg expression, you old
weeping thing
"You never told mo Mark was not com
ing" persisted Mrs. Boyd, unwisoly.
YOU
For goodness sake stop your argu-
mCnts." burst in Bessie, angfily "Pa,
Won know Won did not tell us Whats