The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-14

/ AS the days went by the agreeable girl
/ and the new man were together more and
more.
/ Although there was a sound of riches
l in the rustic of silk as the agreeable
( girl walked the new man never guessed
I that she lived in a brownstone mansion,
/ nor did she question his life apart from
their long talks and rambles along the
mountain streams. There was, if any,
a vague impression in her mind that the
new man was literary. or artistic. or some
thing in that line. but this was because of
the tallow candle look about him, the
trade mark. as it were, of those follow
ing such callings.
The agreeable girl was always true to
the spirit of her soubriquet She would
say to him quite fiercely. why are YOU
so stupid and romantic" Don't you know
that practically makes the wheels of this
life go round"
Or she would admonish him to get
move" on him. II dream he must let his
soliloquy be: ITO hustle or not to hustle, g"
and then to fall toto hustling.
Her crank thought she was harsh and
disagreeable when she spoke so, but it was
for his good, though he knew it not. 1t is
human to think that what is bad to US is
not good for us.
One day came when the agreeable girl
went to the table with a book in her hand
as usual. She found the seat next hers
empty. She suddenly became aware that
this emptiness extended to everything
at Peters Inn. Life itself was empty
since the new man had left.
She ordered her dinner, but forgot to eat
IL, so absorbed was she in her thoughts as
she gazed intently in the book which she
held but never read. She FASTENED to her
ROOM the lonely scene of emptiness haV-
ing now extended to body as well as brain
and heart She sat down and penned the
following letter:
MY own crank, my big one! my great
chum; your place is empty at the table /;
so is my heart; so am l. for I cannot eat
You have gone, gone, | am woebegone-
why did you come since coming meant
that you must also go? I did not know
that you were here until you were not
! here; that you had crept into my heart
until you had crept out of my sight. Oh!
! my crank! my big one! | did not mean to
love you; never meant to love anything
| but the books which l carry around but
| never read.
You reminded me of a tallow candle
and rested me in all this glare I only
meant to see how you would look when
! lighted with a soft glow in your ewes
Alas! l applied the torch to my heart. All
the light burns within, while there is
! darkness around about me, because the
! real light of my life, my tallow candle,
has gone out. You will go back to your
! high and noble life, your life of dreams
and actions, such as great cranks know,
and when your spark of hidden genius
! strikes the flint of opportunity you will no
! longer be tallow candle but a beacon
| light to the world. AS for me, the gods
pity me! But perhaps as l languish in
| my dungeon, wrestling with the shackles
! OF conventionality, ray of your light will
! pierce some of the crevices and refresh
| me with the memory of these DAYS of
| sweet freedom from f1rSc yJ,
Here the agreeable girl stopped and
/ sat in deep thought. She was doubtful
! about the spelling of the word "servi-
tude." Was it Serve" "serva," or ''ser-v-
! itude?' She became more and more puz-
zled to know. She suddenly tore the let
! ter to fragments and let it flutter away
! in the wind.
| AS for the new man, his two little weeks
| and his too little cash were both out, He
left, stealing away like a thief in the
night, though he stole nothing else like a
thief, not even the agreeable girls heart,
for crank that he ". he did not know
that he had picked her body of that. He
had returned to a stool in a dark and
! crowded office.
He had gone back TO keeping books in a
second rate business house, but sometimes
! little glow would come to his face with
! sudden memory, and then the columns
! of figures would not seem so long or the
Office so dark. The agreeable girl had
once seen the same flush in his cheeks,
and she had said: "Ah! you are a pink
wax candle now, and not a pale tallow
one"
But this was all over, and the new man
never knew that the agreeable girl lived
| in a city palace, or that she had ever
| written him a letter. for courtshps that
| pass in summers day never know the
! goal of to-morrow.-I. c., in the Phila-
| delphia Times.