The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-01

men OF mushroom. mar OLrt' coming ont
of the house a few moments la,er, was
startled
II want to ask you to come again. Win
you3' she asked Il want you for par
ticular reason. Perhaps I will tell YOU
what the reason is when I know you bet
ter"
"Of course I will come"
will YOU, really. Then please come
tomorrow"
Delighted" he said, smiling. AT
"Oh, any time in the morning. We
haven't any clocks in the house that are
not out of order. Come as soon as YOU
like
Expect me early" and descending the
steps be got into his carriage and urged
his dripping horse homeward, while
Elizabeth compressed her umbrella into
stem-like form and reiterated to the draw
ing room.
Harcourt ordered his horse that morn
ing, determined to comply with Miss
Bolenbroke's request, more throuSh curl
osity than gallantry, he flattered him
self he underst ood human nature, ana
this understanding made him love as we'll
as laugh at it; now he confessed he was
m, stified. Six years before he had left
college convinced of his great learning
for two years he Travelled over Europe,
scattering his wild oats instead of sowing
them where the harvest might prove I'm
pleasantly fruitful. The timely loss of
his fathers large fortune. and he settled
down TO study medicine in a German uni
versiiy. / our years of untiring energy
and he found himself with more patients
than he could readily attend to. His own
health being somewhat impaired, he had
come to America TO build up his hardy
cons titution and to look after his mothers
remnant of property in irginia.
Elizabeth opened the door for him.
81 am SO glad you came, +" she said; II
was so afraid you wouldn't
You have poor opinion of your own
charms" he replied as he hung his hat on
the antique antlers and followed the
quaint figure into the drawing room.
DO you think | am like the girls in
books?" she asked, suddenly stopping be-
fore the mirror and carefully regarding
her own reflection.
mo, don't" he admitted truthfully
Pm sorry I'm not, she sighed, as she
sat down on the three-legged sofa and mo-
toned him to chair by her side.
Why" he asked, curiously. Surely
soulful, breathing. thinking realities are
more interesting than the creatures con
iured up in some poor authors brain, de-
pendent upon fragmentary memory and
compressed imagination for their exist
ence."
Il don't know any of the realities, " she
said, simply. 81 only know people in
books. Tell me something about the
world. / never have any one to talk to
but Nam Chloe, and l have heard her tell
the same stories over and over again.
Father-well. father is too busy now.
Did YOU ever go to school?'
Six years ago. he replied laconic-
ally, smile clinging to his dark mus
tache.
"And I suppose you took all the med
ais. / know l would if l went to school,
for would love to study"
well no." he laughed Il did not
take all the medals. / used to think and
dream In the study time, and never did
what was told. did not possess any
ambition in those days; it has been fired
since by adversely"
Il thought every one had ambition
Father Is ambitious about his pictures
Nam Chloe wants to excel in pickles and
apple dumplincs, and well, am ambi-
tious about everything. 1t seems mean
to want to get ahead of every one else,
doesn't it,"
oh! no, he contradicted. what do
you think aboutl'
What 1 would like to be in the world.
What the world would think of me
Whether will ever be famous How |
would talk if | had any one to talk to, and
for the last day / have been thinking of
you"
"Oh me2" he repeated. 81 hope they
were pleasant thoughts"
mot altogether pleasant" she replied.
81 was little afraid of you; l did not
know what you liked to talk about, but |
planned 1T all out with the music book"
with the music book?"
the music book. Ill show YOU how
She crossed the room to the old square
piano. seated herself on the wooden stool.
touched the yellow keys with her small.
white fingers, and began to sing some
strange melody. Song followed song,
She seemed to forget Harcourt' S presence.
while he held his breath to listen. A
soft breeze sweeping through the locust
boughs shifted the heavy curtains aside
and filled the room with fragrance.
Harcourt felt as if he were bewitched.
He had witnessed sorrow and sickness.
hope and despair, happiness and misery:
he thought he knew the world s phases.
but now he acknowledged he was puzzled
here was a character demanding criticism
and he found himself unable to criticise.
After l was through playing.r said
Elizabeth, 81 was to stand up" (she rose)
see you sitting in that chair, be sur
!
10 see you. | hope have not bored you
with my music You were to say YOU
had enjoyed it very much and beg me to
sing something more. | was to answer.
Not now; some other day, for thought
that might persuade you 10 come again.
Then | was TO ask you what you thought
of Bourke in Parliament, of Shellev's
poems and of the dictlon of Shakespeare.
then l was to pretend / knew a great
many people when I don't know one single
soul. But I've forgotten about every
thing. / wish could be like other girls
she sighed. But l never went TO school,
so never learned how"
you have made me forget about every
thing! I ell me do you ride!"
mo, we haven't any horse"
May l bring one from my mothers
stable and teach you how" he asked. II |
will be here two weeks longer"
You don't live here!"
mo, in Germany. May l bring the |
horse tomorrow morningD
Il would like TO learn she said low !
fully. Il will see if my grandmother hal |
a riding habit. You won't forget to
Gomez
II could not forget if tried 3"
Don't try" she pleaded as she fol /
lowed him to the door and saw him mount
his horse.
Il will try very hard so that can con- /
vince you of my excellent memory" he !
said as he lifted his broad-brimmed hat |