The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-08
CHAPTER Ill

the CFaTnp SCrunCneu up tDeTc. an wanted
to sneeze. An l guess, way they talked.
they thought a mighty lot of you, an his
voice was drefful sad an j guess they felt
sick enough, so l let them go away without
KNOWN l was there" John jeremiah the
same evening was telling Pamela what he
had overheard that afternoon on the boulo-
wards, where he had hidden among the
shrubs, intending to pounce out upon Prue
and brighten her.
II guess she felt real sick. >" went on John
Jeremiah again, while Pamela. leaning in
her usual indolen: pose against the window,
gazed out on the place below. There was
ne golden light now. 1t was dark with the
early autumn night, through which
CLEANED here and there the scattered lights
passing to aud fro, and the sound Of voices
came up from the vnraudl below. A girI's
laugh rang out suddenly. and Pamela won-
dered IL she had lover.
An Miss Jardine's going away to-mor-
row. She said she should. She's going TO
| tell ma she is obliged to go to England. !
CUES ia like to tell her that that's big
cram"
mo, you WON'T said his sister. turning
| slowly round to face him. If you promise
not to say Il word to a soul about what you
heard this afternoon, aud never say word,
whatever happens, Pll give you the biggest
toy ship that was ever made. I'll get it
Clyde when we get round there"
John Jeremiah's eyes kinded. The one
| region where he might be said to approach
that state of virtue in which good little
boys ought to live. and which, therefore,
was wide enough TO contain his restless,
ambitioned soul, was an ocean. Ho was
bent on becoming a sailor.
| Then the eager light faded.
IL guess III want to talk about it to some
! one" he said, in depressed tone. I'm be
| lettin' il out; because there are u lot of
things l should want to know-why she
cried 80 and why the letter he mailed never
went, an who John Grey was, an why
they both seemed sorry for you; as II be
couldn't love you both"
I'm tell you what it is, John jeremiah
| she interrupted him suddenly, you eau
| Just come and talk to me about it, aud we'll
| try ard invent answers ourselves to the
! questions you ask; only you mustn't ask me
too many questions, nor want to talk too
much about it at all, with a queer little
smile that was rather culver OF the lips
than laugh. The bargain was made, and
John jeremiah gave bis promise. He had a
way of keeping promise when, by dint OF
coHXing or brlbing, he was persuaded to
make one.
Early uext morning, much to Mrs. J. j.
! Spragge's indignation, Prue left Oman, ur-
gent necessity recalling her TO England, she
sad. 1t was Pamela who, in her calm way,
smoothed down her mothers rutiled feelings
and nipped in the bud an inclination OF that
| good lady to refuse TO let her go, so aston
ished she was at her inconsiderate con-
duct toward the "poor darling John Jere-
| mieh.n
That young man, before whom his mother
| discussed most Of the affairs OF their daily
life. sat listening with tightly shut mouth
and eyes. bright with such a keen desire TO
relieve himself Of the secret weighing on
him that Pamela took him out Of the room
to save him from the strain.
81 say, Pam" be said when out of hear
ing, "whst makes you want her to go SO 2
an didn't say word, though l wanted to
badly Do you want her TO go away so that
Cyril shan't have you both to lovel You're
real greedy. don'5 mind you loving him
as well as me-"
"You silly little GOOSE" exclaimed his SIS
ter rather sharply. But she put her arm
round his shoulders as if her heart felt sud
| denly q comfort In the undivided affection
or even this reprobate young brother OF
hers. Don't talk about things you don't
understand. When you grow up ] guess
you'll find your love only big enough TO hold
one girl. They take an awful lot Of room
they don't like to be cramped; it is like ltv-
ing in a house wi tn some Of the rooms shut
up and locked; they always want to go INTO
those, you see"
Girls are mighty curious" said John
Jeremiah; always wantin' ~ know things,
aud poke into every place, and always
nskin' questions. Say, Pam, do You think
Cyril will be sorry Prrde Jardine is
goingp
I'D MT worry so, John jeremiah" with
an unusual energy and anger IN her Ian
guild tones, and she put him out OF the
room.
She saw Prue before she went. She read
something in Prues eye rs SIZE said good-by,
John jeremiah having given her the clew.
And the gray plying eyes, dark with the
pathos Of the two girls lives. made the
breath catch in her own throat. Then she
bent forward and kissed her.
tits a pity you've gJt to CO." she said in
her matter-of-fact tones, land | expect
once you get away from John Jeremiah you
won't feel called upon to come back to us."
About half an hour before dejeuner Ac es
was strolling up the Rue du Jerzual, that
wonderful old French street, with its pict-
! uresque houses. q street which stands out
like some painted page from the book of the
past, with all Its anomaly Of modern noises
and dirt and evil smells. Acres glanced
| listlessly about him as he climbed its steep
ness. But he stood looking at a slender and
stately figure which had just turned into
the street a little way above Kim, and was
now moving down toward him with grace
full, leisurely steps. daintily gloved and
shod, the preStiest and most becoming OF
| Paris hats, and betraying at every point of
her perfect morning toilet the "smart" and
fashionable miilionaire's daughter. IL was
Pamela. For one second he hesitated, a
stified exclamation like a faint groan on his
lips. Then he recovered himself and went
forward to meet her with the simple
chivalry Of his own heart to guide him, aud
the memory of the fearful pleading in
Prues eyes as she begged him not to forget
Pamela to strengthen him.
She smiled as be approached her. he
could not smile IN response, but be greeted
her with gentle tenderness that made her
look away for a second.
Pm glad met YOU" she said as they
walked on together; 81 have something 10
say TO you, and as it has to be said, think
the sooner 1t is done the better / hope you
won't think am behaving badly to you, but
don't feel somehow as il ! could carry this
engagement of ours through. Perhaps WIS
ambitious. You know" she laughed. but If
the sound was little bitter he was too over
whelmed to hear IL, "they say we Amerl-
cans always want titles to wear-perhaps -
anyway. IL you don't MUD, | would rather
--" She glanced up at him calm aud
smiling. Well, guess I'd rather marry
some one else than you-ifyou don't mind. "
And you will not be my LADY, after all {"
exclaimed her mother In bitter disappoiut-
ment, when few hours later she heard that
the engagement between her daughter and