The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-06-04
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He made Of the girls, this o'Toole.

| He made OF the girls this O'ToOle.
| There next sounded some loud laughte
a step on the tiled path of the inn, then
the singer spoke. 81 drink your health,
my charmer," he said, Gin the Rivington
brew" After that he spoke lower, but
the words reached Shelah's ears: "You
got my note, Jennie, but you never came.
Why was that"
II was afraid. And, o, what would
father say if he knew that you sent me
that note with all those-those-" The
musical voice ended suddenly
'Kisses, Jennie" finished the horse
man. well, 1 don't know. don't par
tIcularly care. Love is altogether reclS-
less. And for you, my gypsy, would
risk anything. Now, tell me, Jennie,
when can you meet me alone2 1t is a
small favor for lover to ask. When
shall it be2'
Jennie was silent.
"Jennie," said the rider seriously, edo
| you love me2"
Holding his breath, Shelah waited for
the answer. 1t was inaudible.
'Come little closer, Jennie said the
| horseman gayly; kisses on paper are
nothing to kisses in"
"Hushl" cried Jennie; 'some one is
coming
1t was Shelah. He rounded the corner
in time to see Mr.. Cyril Rivington riding
| away.
With his head bowed Shelah crossed
| the threshold of the inn door; he was met
inside by q pretty, brown-cheeked girl,
whose face-had a enlightened and rather
unusual bloom! At sight of Shelah she
looked disconnected.
"Jen, lass" he said, az want TO speak
to you; 1 want to ask you somethin'"
Jennie started, and there was sensible
diminution of the color in her cheeks.
"Not now, Shelah," she said nervously.
''I'm busy now. Wait till father comes
in"
mo- said Shelah, 81 can't wait. If
don't speak now l shall never speak. l
won't stop you long"
"Well. then" said Jennie, Fsay it quick.
What is it2" She seated herself with her
face to the window and her foot nerv-
ously tapping the sanded floor.
Its this" said Shelah, and his voice
shook a little; 1--WE ha' been sweetheartin'
| for long time, and | want to know when
we are going TO get married, JenW
"Never," she said hotly.
| "Never2" he repeated huskily.
81 should only make you wretched.
want you to give me up, to forget me,
| Shelah"
"Give you up, Jen. Give you up, lass
| Give up my life-ask me for that, Jen,
but don't ask me to give you up, sweet
| nGdfD, IOf 10 50 lONt gUu, MY uSdL-
Jennie's lips quivered and her eyes be-
| gan to fill with tears, but she kept her
| face TO the window.
SIT would break my heart to marry
you" she said, "for 1 love some one else. y
"You love some one else2" said Shelah,
mechanically.
ayes, and he is going to marry me. So
you see, Shelah, it would be wrong for
| me to marry you | should be always
miserable and wretched, and l should
make you miserable and wretched, too
so please, dear Shelah, let me CO. and
| forget me-" She ended with a sob.
White and still sat Shelah then heav-
| lily and YEARLY he rose. Jennie uncov
cred her face for moment AT the sight
of his she hid it again. Forget you
| lass, ." he said, II never can" Moved per
haps by the thought of what might have
| been, he leaned down and gently pressed
| his lips to her forehead "But if giving
you up, lass, . he proceeded huskily, Twill
| make you happy, Jen''-there was an ago
nizing ring IN his voice-'why, give yor
up"
When she looked around again he was
| gone.
! All that night it froze hard, and the
calm sea lay moaning like dog on it,
! chain. Shelah heard it as he stood in tbs
lonely sentry box of the lifeboat lookout
In the morning the frost-bowed blades o.