The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-06-03


trium phantly. What little rogues these
postmlstresses Of Sohonk must be. in
deed 10 win Ned Watson from the
charms Of US girls over at the Lake,
| Why, hes made love TO a score of US,
in turn. over there" laughed another.
He gives promise of speedily attaining
a fine FAMILY practice, on graduation ~
remarked another gaily.
And then a lively party Of young women
from the Lake hotel burst into the Sohouk
postonce.
NV. but this is an old curio!" shouted
one Of them enrapturedly. as she tripped
from place 10 place about the ancient
room. Gracious, must sketch this In
stantly,"
Her companions hustled about her, pro-
vided her with a seat, and then, giggling,
| criticIsiug, haunting, leased her with sug
gestiOns in her work.
TN show this to Ned Watson the next
time he makes love to me- said the
artist of the party, as she filed In the
outlines of the interior rapidly.
Won't that be Jolly, thought, CUR
gled one of her companions. Get in
those bobbing heads behind the boxes,
do"
Ihud thud thud, went the letters
and papers into stheir respective com
partments with more than usual emphasis
| and force.
oh, and don miss those SIRENS feet!'
exclaimed another, under her breath,
/ though loud enough to be heard by the
postmistresses of Sohonk.
''t eet. ] should say So" chmed in
another. why, the very cur,ing of
those rural toes have character in them
| Wonder If the anatomy of those toes
caught Ned p"
Then the group laughed that merry,
| savage. high pitched laughter that comes
SO cruelty from wOmen's lips. when they
! know % n on
who are for the moment beneath them
| and helpless.
But the speaker had certainly caught
| an artistic truJh. Twenty bare and pink
| little toes, tense from mute Indignation
| al the cruel inquisition, behind the boxes
| were curving down and inwardly upon
| the old brick LOor, like the trembling
| talons of birds as they are startled into
| precipitate flight Tears were also fall
| ing so thi~kly that there was little lull
| in the humping ana thudding OF the let
| tiers and papers into their respective re
| ceptacles.
| SUDDEN the artist gave little scream.
| Her companions crowded aaout her iu-
! stantly she pointed under the open
| counter to where Ned Watson sat crouch.
| ing and undergoing his ashare of mental
! torment, and then asked in voice OF
mock tragedy:
Girls, do you know the gay cavalier to
| WHO'LL JuOoe ldQ DluEUeIS DCIOQ2t
! Gracious me,N My goodness :" and
| ''Mercy on mel" were at first their smoth-
| cred calculations and then they all loudly
| chorused
Ned Watson"
And Ned Watson is proud to have his
tan bluchers in so innocent and good a
| picture. - SAID the young fellow, man1ully
rising in his place head and shoulders
| above the row of boxes
| t'Ouch ~ cried the iuuUiSitOTs scra M
| bling pellmell into the roadway in a
body all but one,
That one was the imperturbable artist.
Advancing 90 the little window, she took
| a good look at the poStmistresses Of So
| honk. She saw in their faces the first
! tempest of confusion and self-conscious
| shame they had ever known or felt
| Then with eXasperating GOODNESS she
! made little pencil memorandum at the
| bottom of her sketch.
! 81 will call it she murmured as a last
stab while writing: Stolen sweets-Or,
| The "Reminiscences of SohOnkio
| Then she coined her companions, and
a moment later shout of haunting tri-
umph was heard in the roadway below.
1t awakened old Peter, who came trund-
! ling and pulling in, as the elder girl was
handing Ned Watson the package of no
tel mail and diflidently soDbing to him
strangely-said "Good-bye!"
What! what! what" blurted old
| Peter, as he saw tears in the old hostel
for the first time since Aunt Katherine's
i death. Has tn young man been sayin of
| anythink amiss t'ye, dears.'
mo, no, no, Uncle Peter! 1t was only
| the ladies from the Lake"
Don't mind EN-, dears" said the old
man cheerily, taking one beneath each
arm and wheeling away with them into
the coy old sitting room for their mid
day meal. Ladies' amt ladies ASH
| bring tears to other ladies eyes -
To which comforting philosophy Sister
| and Sis responded with something akin
to their accustomed cheerIness,5 and Ned
| Watson uttered a souorous Amen :" as
| he bOwled away with his mail pouch
uIon his wheel, but with a heavy and
| foreboding heart.
| The same evening, Just as the upper noun
tain top Sunset Ii shGs seemed 10 deepen
the shadows upon the broad Hudson,
there was bright and CHEEKY parting be-
tween the posJmistresses of Sohonk, at
the shore edge beneath crag upon which
! the ancient village stood.
/ Far up the stream, where the river
seemed like a mo trimmed highland
| loch. a pulling and trailing of smoke
! which had for n little time been lust dis
| cernable, gradually drew near enough to
disclose the outlines of Hudson river
canal-boat tow Perhaps an hundred
dashed together in pairs, picturesque in all
the housekeeping belongings of the half
thousand souls who lived the lazy
caualers lives upon them, We're thus, as
is true each summerday of the year, be
ing guided and Jugged at by powerful
steamer, from the city Of Troy down the
! mighty river to the sea.
In the gathering shadows the sinuous
trailing mass looked 10 the sisters like
some monstrops thing of life. AS it
neared them, the two embraced ana
the elder girl, attired as Tor a jour
ney, stepped lightly into an old canoe
The younger sister, barehelded and bare
footed. followed, With light even strokes
she sent the frail craft forward and down
stream. as If to come athwart the tow
abreast and below where they had en-
barked
Wen wait until we can pick out one
with good, motherly-looking old woman
on board, 80 said Sis at the paddle There S
much in starting right in any venture"
That's right. And now, dear, remem-
Der these things. Well write each other
at least twice each week"
Sure
IF anything happens to Uncle Peter, OF
if don't succeed, will return to Sohonk
II once