The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-10
JUST AS IT is WRITTEN.
Is 1t to This Extremity That We Are
Coming!
clever Bit of BuriesqueBudette
ern Pl"n-oid-Fashioned Morality Is a a Discount
Copyright

r-eiining. walked 10 the window and
zad AT the ssky.
Those cirro-cumulous clouds" she
said. usually portend a low pressure
over corresponding areas of higher de-
lesion in similar attitudes; if we do
rt have rain there viii be a long dry
SPOIL What were you saying. Land
saakes?'' she continued, turning TO d
,.ug man of IS. who remained kneeling
il. constrained attitude at the side of
I'll, divan, momentarily resting himself
ualn the heels Of his toothpick shoes,
", .ch converged under his weight like
restIe Calliope Broadlicks wore square
toes and broad heels. else she could not
have used the dictionary language so
nuendy
Il was saying" he replied, turning so
as 10 bring the young woman into view,
'.that / loved you dearly, fondly, devoted
~. that / would"
II know you to be a man of veracity,'
said Calliope. 1T is merely necessary,
therefore, that you make a simple state
rnent of what may be termed your feel
ings, without the addition Of the bonn
bastio verbiage of the earlier part of the
nineteenth century. 1 also love you; at
least L feel a certain pyschical affinity
IL y
OF marriage I am going to marry Dacns-
hund Sweinfurst."
But" exclaimed the young man. in
astonishment, Il thought you hated him"
"Idetest him." replied Cailiope, q shud-
der with unutterable loathing when he ap-
pnoaehes me. But for that reason 1 must
marry him. We do not begin to live until
we begin to suffer l viii suffer; then 1
VIII live"
But Sweinfurst-?" began young
Langshanks.
"He also will suffer- said Calliope. Il
will see to that. Then his life will be trans
formed and l viii love him.
Il am dumb with grief" moaned the
young man. "And when are you to be
THE next time I see him." Calliope re-
piled; because 1 cannot live without you
"oh. / seei And after marriage. then?''
Il am coming to live with you. Why
otherwise, should l marry Dachshund
But" protested the young man, feebly,
with a cloud of bewilderment gathering
upon his brow, would it not, then, be bet
ter to marry me in the first placer
And live without a motiveY' she an
swered impatiently; "Langshanks, you
have no Soul. You are a back number.
You would calmly sit down and sink our
lives in stagnant pool of dull respecta-
bility, live decently and honestly as our
grandfathers did, and bring chlldren INTO
the world who would not emigrate and
change their names as soon as they were
old enough to know anything about usI
And l thought you We're q man whom
could lover she cried. clenching her
hands until the nails printed themselves
upon the palm. "Oh. what q fool have
Darling" he cried, w
Don't call me namesT she menaced
know know Sii i am i'l going to DO with you?
/ am going to make you as utterly mis-
cradle as myself will be- lwill embit-
viii cloud your ways with defeat ana
despair; l will fill your cup with disap-
pointment, and then win you learn to
love me as l deserve to be loved.
H.
"And this is our home?" Calliope gazed
about the shabby room with disappoint-
ed air. 1t was plainly but not ostentatious-
ly furnished with the trunk which she had
taken the foresight TO bring with her.
There had been bedstead IN the corner
but Langshanks had broken up all the
Stats for hreWOOd.
Or Lierbier says in his Evolution
of the Family that nothing in this world
has brought so much unhappiness and
misery into homes as movable bed Stats"
Langshanks remarked explanatorily.
"Langshanks," she said, with bitter
smile, you are supicious, anonymously
suspicious" And then she added. This is
not like the home which l have left to
Ne he said, II fancy it is not. You
lived in the lap of elegant luxury l
Yes she said, Il was smothered with
affluence. Is this the only room you
1T is" replied Langshanks, and there
isn't another one to be had in this build
ing. l selected this location to check
mate any move on the part OF your
mother toward domiciling herself with
you crossed a bridge before you came
TO it then" she responded with the calm
ness of one who is conscious OF being cor
rect My mother disapproved of the
step I was about to take in coming here
and l poisoned her last week.
..n 1Good enough" cried 49,, Lsa9.ngshanks.
Nothing but her burial money-$75.
She had an old-fashioned notion that she
would like to be buried in mahogany
Nonsense" replied the young man. u
can get her cremated at the gas works
Tor So. Gimme the spuds.
He took the money and went out, He
did not return for three days. And when
he did come home, he was carrying a full
navored jag, Atwood and yard wide, on
both shoulders He fell all the way down
stairs with it twice before he got half
way up. once. And-at last, with the phiio-
sophloal indifference OF man who does
not know what he is doing and doesn't
care how he does it, he fell asleep on
the landing outside the door. His trance
lasted until the following morning. Then,
entering the room, he found il empty a
note wrapped on the handle of the water
A+t1AlCA ApIOHOuuN6u JuSy btlid MS
wandering gaze. 1t was written in CALI
opes well-known advanced chirography,
ulagonally across the paper, eight or ten
words to the page, no date and the sig
nature crowded off to the top of the table.
Il have gone to live with your uncle,
George Meadowlark I shall be sorry if
tAis step gives you pain, but that will be
good for both of US. Moreover, it viii
teach you not to lie around the house all
DAY, and to give a woman some little
time TO herself. Your uncle George is
secretary of the Society for the Higher
)omesticity of the Homes of the Upper
Middle Glasses; consequently. I will not
see at home oftener than twice or three
tunes month, when he will want clean
p, S. The key is under the door mat.
men You go out, leave some milk in
SANGER for the cat. Bow the shutters, and
De sure YOU leave the fly screens in
Laangshanks caught himself by the hair
with both hands and led himself up and
down the room several times.
his will break my heart" he exclain-
cd hoarsely. Presently he added. And 1
relieve that is the only thing about me
mat isn't broke"
He paused in his restless pacing, felt-in
an his pockets, turning them inside out.