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

Miss stuart were laughing. be know, l..,r.
name by this time But so far fr.ro
lauLhlnR' she had quite rapt expression.
. as II she were concentrating All of her
! thoughts on the hour and the surround
! hgs. IL got so after a time that she ven
/ tured bits Of confidence.
! We been In the same office three
/ years, she said once, land the man there
/ mas never said a word 10 me during AN
IhaJ time except 10 dictate letters. He
coesn even say good morning when he
/ comes IN or good night when i leave I
maven missed day IN that whole time
/ ana nave hardly made mistake in NV
! work. he pays my salary, but he doesn't
snow any other mark of appreciation. "
Inc clam ~ calculated Ingerson
winch was, perhaps, little thoughtless
OF divinity student.
! "One Christmas went on Miss Stuart
1eastlng her eyes in rapture on case of
German opals, II thought l would see if
cOuIun' I cure him of his grumpiness
bought him a bunch of roses and nut
them on his desk When he came he
never even noticed them And the next
morning they were thrown out. though
they couldn't possibly have been faded
! such man ought To- began In
gersou, in wrath that could hardly be
! called righteous, when suddenly Miss
! Stuart cried out that there was an opal
! with red light in it, and they went
closer to look at it. She liked womanly
| things. She almost trembled at the
! splendor of some of the Jewels; she never
| wearled of the china and the marvellous
! tlnts of the glassware; she pointed out
beauties in the laces and embroideries
that lngersoll could not possibly discover;
| and she went into the most Outspoken
raptures over the Felix gowns.
| You're not one of those very improved
| women who dlsapprOve of feminine things,
are you2" said IngersolI
ooh, well, " she said rather sadly, "per--
haps those improved women have had all
of these fine things. Shall 1 tell you the
truJhf never even saw great many
! things of this sort before | gthipk I'd
! just'as soon wear them for awhile as not.
Then | could renounce them after awhile,
and be just as superior as the other wo-
men,"
It's great year for women" said In
| gersoll, with just as much originality of
manner as if there were something new in
| the remark.
eyes" said Miss Stuart, indiferently.
but l know so few women. In fact |
know hardly any. Pm so busy. And
there's only the women at the boarding
house. And they don't care much for me
on account of my doing typewriting. Not
! that l mind"
"Of course not" said Ingerson with
conviction.
By the end of the first day they had
done a good part of the Liberal Arts
building
''It would take a week to do it properly"
Ingersou explained "but we're adapting
| ourselves to circumstances, don't you see. "
Pm so much obliged to you" cried
Miss Stuart. II don't know what would
have done if I hadn't met you-or some
like you"
So ended the first day.
The next morning was dull and cold
| Beyond the peristyle the gray waves
dashed sullenly. The sky was like d
| pail. But at the hour of Mary Stuart
limped in the gate, wrapped in a mack
! intOsh and carrying an umbrella. Nathan
| Ingersou stepped out of the group Of
young men and helped her to her seat.
! She spoke to him little coldly. Nathan
was not young man OF much experience.
! He thought maybe he had been too IA
miliar. He resolved not to speak till she
! gave him permission. She was deter
mined not to make spectacle of herself
! again-that is what she told herself in
the night she had been doing. They
went to the picture gallery. He got her
catalogue for her, and took one from his
own pocket. They looked at the picture
silently When she motioned to move on
he obeyed her. She wanted horribly to
ask him about some of the pictures.
Why should those Frenchmen insist on
making their women purple2 Who ever
| saw a lavender woman. They are, at
least, scarce. Altogether there was an
astonishing lot of canvas, considering the
| scarcity of clothes. Mary accused Inger-
soil of being positively indecent to put
her chair before some of the pictures.
But every one else appeared to be looking
at them without any confusion. So she
got used to it. At least she was almost
used to it. Once remark escaped her
in spite of herself.
Il don't care how beautifHHS.a picture
is" she said. .'or how well itB painted
not that I'm any Judge of that-unless it
means something"
"Ahp said Ingorsou. Then he took
her to some other pictures There was
Christ, pale and infinitely sad blessing
| bread among group of modern working
men, while they, aghast, yet full of rap
ture and fearful gratitude, gazed on his
dear friendly face, in the midst of time
so alien and so hard. There was Magda-
lene, the modern, in a splendid ball room,
and none to pity the horror and loneli-
ness of her heart or even to divineit There
was the dawn of the spring day. with
| Corots mystic light stealing through
each dim and tender vista, and all the
flush and poetry of the waking hour!
The tears came to Mary Stuart's eyes.
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song pricking the sweet silence of that
! dawn.
How was it she knew her companion
had thoughts like her own? How was it
that little by little the silence which had
begun in sullenness began to be a delight?
A fuller sense of color and form seemed to
break upon her. She wondered if the
loneliness and dissatisfaction she had al
WAYS felt had been because her life had
had so little beautiful in it. Every mo-
ment she seemed to understand these pic
lures better She began to notice how
marvellous was color! How full of
wonderful gradations! We're shad
ows like that? Were they ever
so purple? Was light on plains
and deserts white as those pictures
showed them to be? Were women so
beautiful2 Was love so poetical that
painters painted it always, and with such
passion? How fast life seemed to be I'M
folding.
Her startled mind showed her sudden
w the interior of the Office where she had
sat for three long years, and she felt
again the silence-not silence
such as COrot had paint
ed which might at any moment be
broken by the wind of dawn rushing up
through the meadows, but the silence
imposed upon slaves! She saw the i'm
! lilo dI11l vallOw face of the man