Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1894-04-12

lower summer house to correspond"
''lf the heiress is willing" mischiev-
ously added Field.
"Her will shall be my will" said
Frankland, loftily "a mans wife
lalloo! who are these people?"
A party just beyond the wall of rock,
whose veil OF floating vine leaves nearly
conc, aied them, had called forth the
ejaculation. A man in a rough velveteen
suit, with the cone-shaped hat one sees
in Italy, and dark-eyed, brilliant
checked girl in the equally picturesque
costume of an Italian singer-these
formed the party, while upon a low
camp stool just beyond sat an artist
busily employed in slsetching the group.
Frankland stood still, staring. Rosa
mond curled her lip and tossed her pret-
ty head, while Kenneth Field involun-
tary doffed his cap with the courtesy
every true gentleman aecords TO woman
hood In all its forms as he met the shy
\ glance Of the darls-eyed tambourinist.
81 don't know what business these
folks can have here" said Frankland
haughtily.
'The girl is bold-looking creature" !"
said Rosamond, 'and think if She"
Pardon, signora," hesitatinaly in
terrupted the girl, but speak Eng.
lsh."
Miss Frankland drew herself up.
at matters little to me whether you
do or do not" she said, haughtily. 81
beg, in any event, you will have the
goodness not to address yourself to
me-"
81 too, am q woman, signora," softly
pleaded the sweet voice; but tFrankland
stepped arrogantly forward.
My good people, you may not be
aware that you are trespassers upon
private grounds"
The man in the velveteen suit sprang
to his feet, with flush mounting to
his brow; but the girl, laying her
hand on his arm, whispered one or two
words which apparently fell like oil
upon the waves of his rising temper.
He smiled and sank back once more
upon his impromptu couch of grass in
u languidly graceful attitude.
"Shall play you tune, signor?" he
asked, in Italian, drawing his fingers
lightly across the resounding chords OF
his harp, while the artist looked on
with amused eyes.
"Eh? What does he say?" asked
Frankland.
The girl interpreted, with sprightly
motion, as ii she would touch her tam
bonrine.
IL haven't any change" said Mr.
Frankland. somewhat disconnected in
spite, of himself. "Besides l am not
fond of music. These low people pre-
sumo So" he added, in very audible
sotto voce, as NJ iss Rosamond drew hel
delicate skirts together, as If fearing
that the contact of the tambourint
players dress might sully them.
Not one little tune, signora?" pleaded
the pretty tambourinist-
II wonder you have the impudence t.
address yourself to mel" said Mis-
Frankland. Guy, l do believe you'l
have to get these people ordered of
" the premises!"
The artist, who had sat still all thi
time, deliberately laid aside his sketch
ing board and pencil at this junctur,
: and rose to his feet.
Gently, my friend gently" he said
"You would find it rather impracticabl
, to warn Miss Althorpe off her owl
grounds"
Guy Frankland started and looke'
: around.
miss Althorpe"
' The girl with the tambourine steppe
. forward and made courtesy.
!, 'In costume la Tyrolese for IN.
u friend, Mr.. Randall, to SKETCH" sh
y said, laughingly. 81 am really quit
) fiattered that my impersonation is S
u correct Pray, don't turn back" wit
S a pretty gesture of her hand, as Frank
land had early retreated over tn
t edge of the chasm in his confusion
Il "You will find the glen exceedingl
" pretty little way further up. SUI
n pose you are people from the hote
and am always very glad to have any