The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-01-13
THE PROTECEE OF HRS. JAMES CHISHOLM
By .IOTA" Mrs. Warrington Cafyn)
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dow now for more than fts minutes. ana
your mouth Is "a shade more open than is
absolutely necessary Your aIartress.
dear. is a little fausli1r. besides exciting
comment"
Man" said Mary. with d wave a. hog
hand in the direction ~ am interested
group. "even in she form % Cooks Tour
lists, is an adaptable animal. it Wiz soon
cease from commenting. Meanwhile.
James. do Iook-there-but where's the
use" she iuteriected sadly. 'you never
see anything i'm "a face but tha eyes and
nose. and If she's % woman. and they're
bad-the teeth. DO try Tor once TO sec the
pain-the desolation-in that woman's
face"
Which" said James. tanning his hot
face with Baedeker. The lean one with
the nat chest? Why she's an old maid
That" said Mary lofuly, doesn't dis
uralify her from feeling pain. does 10? So
long as she remembers her position, and
expresses II unobrusiyclv2 I don't be-
Meve, either. that she is an old maid I'm
certain the man there with the wraps and
the papers Is her husband. He's a Japa-
nese, look; his eyes and his color-and
the ever-smiling friends. Oh. they re all
unmistakable The odd thing IS that the
woman has only fallen into this bottom
less pit hopeless sort Of state within the
last ten minutes. When they arrived she
reacocked about the platform IN a super
iorly exalted way, as beftted mellowed
bride
bride! Good Lordr' James muttered.
gazing sympathetically al the boytsh-lOok
fng japanese, who was regarding the lean
woman with an embarrassed. disconnected
air.
ooh! where's she gone now?" Mary
cried. excitedly. into the waiting room,
Jsmes, really must tidy my hair. I feel
1ts dreadful beyond words. 7 shall have
plenty OF time" She sprang out. James
shuckled delightedly as he watched her
nne. swinging walk up the platform She
returned directly, her eyes brighter than
ever
James" she said solemnly do you
know what she did? AS soon as she got
n glass she fell. in a queer wild way, 10
rubbing off her rouge, but her eyes We're
so fun Of tears that she couldn't DO il
properly, she left herself all In streaks 1
was dying to help her. but 1 didn't like to.
Now she's nightmare, and look, oh. do
look-dearest. stupid James your eyes are
ali in the wrong direcuon-the Japanese
husband Is appalled," Mary sank sorrow
FULLY into her seat If only that wretched
carriage had not been reserved" she fnur-
INJURED, I'VE might have got in and learnt
something"
My good girl, don't think you know in
The least how confoundedly selfish you
are. Imagine my having to sit opposite 10
a Jap. with a spotted wife Tor six hours
on end"
There's man for your As if the selfish
ness didn't consist alone in the fact of
your not caring one little hang If l never
find out another thing about them"
My angel. what does that matter?
There are plenty Of other people to dig
into. You're never at a loss"
But Japanese she mourned. with
a streaked and tragic wife. It's a delicious
opportunity, lost perhaps for ever"
Mary Chisholm, from her earliest youth,
had been possessed of "a passion for ro-
nance. No dolls yet manufactured had
had such wealth of incident ana glamour
interviewer into their unintenigent lives
as had hers, and in arranging their at
fairs, and ameliorating their condition,
there had grown up within herself a
mighty fund of love, and she had become
an adept in the most sweet art Of consola-
ton.
When days had run into weeks, and
weeks to months ana years. and dolls had
given place to school friends, Mary spent
her art and the imagination that was its
handmade, in ordering the situations OF
these young persons. and in filling them
with emotions suitable to each case, in
vesting every emotional variety through
the rosy wrappings of her own love and
with a beauty often by no means
Its garment of every day.
Fortunately for herself. the mind of
Mary was neither dramatic nor exigent
She was able to build up a romance around
the most sordid object. and with the scan
hest materials.
AS for herself, when her time for ro-
nance came, she had no consciousness of
needing any mist Of glamour as a cover
Ing, but was quite content with her pro-
sale. kindly Scotch yarns. Oddly enough,
ss time went on, bestowing with one
hand tender gifts, while Withholding
them with the other, il was stout,
James who now and again felt
q dull, bruised pain as he watched the
eager, frank, absorbed interest IN his
handsome wife in even the most uninter-
esting of her neighbors, for Mary had no
little child.
At the same time James was truly
thankful that his wife should spend herself
among human emotions ana not allow her
self to run TO pugs or missions.
Mary kept a sharp lookout on the re-
Served compartment all through those
weary six hours, but failed TO gain a NOR
sci of information, and James saw with
genuine concern that the fact spoit her
luncheon. which made vague. irritated
speculations on the origin of the evil, and
other obscure matters to float across his
disturbed brain. When anything CHANGED
TO interfere with sanctity of meals
James small dose of covenanting blood
often rose up against him.
There was no sign of the bridal pair
that evening at table-de-hote, or on the
balcony after dinner.
Mary showed but the falntest interest
In the sunset, she said indeed that the sun
sinking over their purple moors at home
could give it points and win. In addition
she yawned in the face of the vanishing
Rlories of crimson and gold, and went to
bed, to the huge Indignation OF the hotel
PROPRIETOR, who was always conscien-
tiously at hand about sunset time, in the
role of scene shifter. long usage having
made him firmly believe that unless he
were present some hitch must inevitably
occur.
Next morning as James was placidly en-
Toying his after breakfast smoke. and
yesterdays Times" Mary fell on him.
whipped the Times" out of his hand.
and sat on it.
"James." she gasped. I've found them"
''NVho2'
1.-The japanese, of course, and the lean
wife. They were coming down the corri-