The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-22

and making a movement as if 10 rise.
In moment he was in front OF her.
huskily whispering intolerable gallan-
tries, his face so close TO hers that she
could feel his hot breath on her cheek,
Chrissie. my why-hic-why
will you be always so hard on fellow!
If YOU only knew how l-hic-lOve Eou!'
You have no right TO speak TO me like
that. Mr Blakelyi" the girl said, indig-
eyes. IN .,-
With natural desire to avoid a scene.
she had spoken in a low tone, fact
WHICH seemed to add TO the assurance OF
her drunken admirer.
rs she rose to her feet. trembling in
every limb. the pale grace Of the moon
light brought out the loneliness OF her
face and figure so superbly that in an
instant Blakely. who had been drinking
very heavily, felt his balance completely
Still further emboldened by the loud
swell of music at the moment, he stag
sered Up 10 her, put his arm around her
waist, and losing every instinct OF re-
StTaint and reason at the magic touch,
kissed her, yes, kissed her holly, brutally,
again and again.
Hardly had the struggling girl been able
TO give one mufiied cry when tall form
strobe up out of the gloom, gripped the
wretch by the throat, shook him this way
and that, as a dog does a rat till every
bone in his body seemed dislOcated, and
hurled him head over heels into the basin
behind, where he dramatically disappear
ed amid the fountain jets, yellow and
green and red under the play of the lamps.
1t is well for him that the retribu-
ton looks so striking-in sober fact il is
only a two-foOt dip amid the nevis and
water liles-Or probably EsmOnde's ven
geance would not have been so easily sat
isfied.
"Oh. il was horriblew Chrissie sobbed,
nesting her little head against her lovers
breast: oh, what a sweet sense of protec-
ton. but he didn't know what he was
doing, and please, Harry, don't take any
more notice of ii, for my sakef'
The fracas had not been observed-the
accident-"poor devil, not very steady on
his pins, you know" men whispered to
one another-Blakely slOuched home
across the fields, and that was the end of
For Chrlssie's sake Esmonde was glad
that this should be sO-and Blakely, thick
his ruithng so completely TO all appear
ance, that meeting Chrissie a few days
later on the esplanade he had the au-
daCity to ATTEMPT TO address her-but she
had frozen him by a look.
The distressing incident made her turn
to the Watching with all the more Zest,
and Esmonde, delighted with her enthu-
slasm, organized all sorts of pleasant eX-
petitions.
one morning he came to her with let
ter in his hand.
Awful nuisance, my darling" he said,
I've been trying to get up little re-
gatta here, and wrote to the yacht club
at Farleigh And here's the secretary's
answer-says the fellows wouldn't like
TO bring their boats to a bar harbor like
Langley. As if there could be any risk
with flag signal hoisted to tell them
the moment there's water on the bar
confound Them
oh, never mind. Harry. we can get on
well enough without them
"Ohl but that's not all. The secretary
begs to remind me-be hanged to him
of my wager to race the Giendower for
80 guineas a side round Deave's Buoy
and back, on the l0th!'
"Oh, ia love to see the race. You
mustn't dream of backing out of it, dar-
b nfs - a Ntrr1
she knows how proud the young sailor
is of a crack cruiser.
"Ghastly bore, though If won the
Americas cup, it wouldn'a make up Tor
losing one of our evenings together,
Chrisse.'
1t was a great compensation, though.
when the morning of the race came for
the owner of the Clarisse TO know that
Chrissie and her party who had taken
train to Farleigh, an hours journey,
were enthusiastic spectators of the
event.
quite crown of Langley people had
come by the same train to witness the
race which was making such a sensation
in the sporting world. Among them, to
Chrissies disgust, she recognized the I'M
welcome face of Blakely.
AS the hour for the start approached,
excitement touched fever heat.
The Glendower, a fine cutter of some
40 tons, of the same class as Clarisse,
had quite an array of cups and trophies
in her cabin, and her owner Maj. Della
combe, was confident of her success.
Inere
the yacht made dashing picture as
under their clouds of white canvas, and
the water flashing under their keen bows,
they crossed the line at the sound of the
For time it looked like a marvelously
close thing, neither yielding an inch.
With a lovely flush of rich color mant-
ling over her face and sparkling eyes.
Chrissie sitting between her uncle and SIS
ter, looked on in silent rapt interest.
Now little shadow is on her face-are
hsr- HpCpiVinG hprY-lS lrlen0OWCr
.'Bfavol Bravo Glendower leads!''
suddenly shouts a white-whiskered OH
gentleman with a white waistcoat and ali
orchid in his button-hole.
AYE, aye, Clarisse is dropping astern!'
another eXclaims.
Poor Chrissies lips CULVER and she gives
a pitiful' little smile to hide the childish
moisture gathering in her eyes.
Take anyone ) to 3 on Glendower!'
cries the man with the orchid frantically,
| Uncle George gives a glance at Chrissie
and shouts "Taken!' gallantly.
I'm so sorry, Chrss," her sister whis-
| pers, Harry is such a good fellow, and
| he's so wild about his yacht He'll be aW.
/ fully cut up. I'm afraid
And now as Glendower rounds the buoy
it is clear to every eye she is leading By
| several lengths
Both yachts have balloon jib-topsais rur
up in stops from bowsprit-end to just be
| low the color.
And as Glendower sweeps by the buoy
as if. by magic the great white cloua
! like a second wing the spinnaker SILVER.
| up, and' under the great press oE canvas
| she is runninE free for homei-N~s - =.
After an interval Clarisse follows suits
| Dead silence falls on the watching crow
! as a thousand eager eyes con the yachts
| behavior under these new conditions
Can Clarisse hold her rival when befor,
| the wind2'
The question is on every lip. The az.
swer is no.
Bravo. Charlottesville to thrash her
able to beat or reach or run from herr
Chrissie looks up and catches Blakely'!
eye an instant.
"Good-bve. Clarisset Take a better Graf
than you to catch herr" he adds with pet
~ spite.
Wider and wider grows the space be
tween the yachts. Poor Clarisse, absur,
little lass that she is. is hardly able &
keep back the tears.
IS TO on Glcndowerr offers the gentle
man with the orchid triumphantly
'rakenW again cries Uncle George
| recklessly.
Two miles more 10 the line and Glen
dover Is rushing on triumphantly rejoic
| ing iu her victory.
/ And nov a darker shade appears in tn
/ tossing bltc tracts 10 seward. a shadog
I hccked with fierce little curls OF white
I b. la wind.
10 elldeg The shadow swiftly until
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